Starting as a Mechanical Hunter-Chapter 406 - 160: Attraction Among the Strong (Part 2)

Chapter 406: Chapter 160: Attraction Among the Strong (Part 2)

"That Yang, who is that?" Red Flower Demon asked with a naive look.

"Some guy who broke his arm jerking off."

Red Flower Demon gasped, this guy was truly ruthless.

Soon, amid the chatter of the two players, the top members of the Biochemical Geisha Group executing the mission arrived.

The two sidekicks gasped.

The reason was simple, this lady was too beautiful, with white hair, an oval face, eyes as gentle as water, and the key point was that the white geisha outfit perfectly accentuated her figure.

"Damn, Lucy!!" Big Muscle Dominator swallowed, saying.

"Luc what?"

"Haven’t you watched Edge Walker, are you a shut-in?"

"I am," Red Flower Demon complained: "But I really don’t know what you’re talking about."

Plane calmly walked over, the two bosses talked for a while, and Plane Boss snapped his fingers, causing the two underlings to follow along.

"Plane Boss, who is she?"

"Player, one of the Biochemical Geisha Group courtesans, former Evil Jade Clan member."

"Damn, she’s a player?"

"Damn, and she completed a Nightmare-level Task?"

As the first guild to complete a Nightmare-level Task, the Evil Jade Clan was announced all over the server.

"How is she here?"

"She’s a player, that’s bad, players can’t touch players!"

The two jokers were both exhilarated and worried; happy to have finally found a legitimate way to dabble in lewdness, worried because it didn’t apply between players.

Plane glanced at the two, ever since the absence of no-moon, no, no-chicken, he increasingly felt out of place with this group of idiots.

He thought for a moment, opened a private chat window, and sent them a few messages.

’First, this person is very dangerous, don’t talk nonsense in front of them, or you’ll get killed.’

’Second, I advise you to keep your distance from your Lucy, haven’t you heard, players from Crime City are somewhat unhinged, they trick their own kind.’

’Third, don’t get overly excited, I can responsibly tell you, this one used to be a guy.’

’Damn, a cross-dressing boss!’ I’m a Big Muscle Dominator sent a sweating emoji.

’A cross-dressing boss?’ Red Flower Demon sent a heart-eyed emoji.

’How do you know? Are you sure? Are you really sure? @Plane, @Plane, @Plane,’ Big Muscle Dominator persistently asked in threes.

’I’m positive, sure, and one hundred percent certain!’

Don’t ask how Plane knows, he looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, how could he not recognize the aura of his kind.

Plane was lamenting the price he paid for power.

As for the two nitwits, their conversation had long strayed to who knows where.

’Speaking of us three plus those NPCs, are we reliable against top players or what?’ Red Flower Demon worried.

’Yeah, I bet those Evil Jade Clan people are all like Rainy Night Lord, true script masters and murder maniacs.’ Big Muscle Dominator.

’Damn, if they’re all like Rainy Night Lord, how do we even play, wouldn’t I be dead in a flash, no, I need to see if there’s anyone online.’

’Huh, Boss Hei Bing is online, he hasn’t shown much lately, damn it, I invited him to raid the Evil Jade Clan, and he totally ignored me, isn’t he being dumb ignoring missions?’

Plane couldn’t help but cover his face.

This raid was a hundred percent going to be a bust.

What a bunch of people!

Now he was somewhat relieved, ever since mastering the Sunflower Manual, he and these idiots grew more and more distant.

He believed that in some more time, he would completely detach from this idiot group.

...

Meanwhile, in the gallery, Qin Zhenzi, Jack K, and other advanced NPCs were all present, while Pupil was engaging in neural modeling, with a Crime City model suspended mid-air.

As for Qin Zhenzi, he was holding prepared equipment, testing the quantity and distribution of the Laughing Bat implants.

After a while, Qin Zhenzi frowned, saying: "The numbers are too low, less than one in ten thousand, how can we meet the boss’s demands like this?"

The eyes from the paintings on both walls turned to Qin Zhenzi, the scene was very eerie.

Qin Chunzi wasn’t scared at all, coldly replying: "You know, our time is limited!"

Finally, an old man in an oil painting spoke up.

"So what’s your suggestion?"

"Subdue the crime group leaders, induce ordinary people to plant, distribute chips with mind-enhancing drugs, install backdoors in chips, let chip implantation spread like a disease..."

Qin Zhenzi rattled off several ’criminal’ suggestions.

"In short, create an environment where chip implantation is inevitable."

...

Unlike the deep water and flames of Crime City, Nightless City was tranquil, like a normal functioning system, without any incidents.

The current crime rate in Nightless City was 0.

A number truly worth celebrating.

Aunt Qinn walked into the council with a smile, the legislators around her wearing the same styled smile.

Upon closer inspection, the people had 3.0 version chips implanted at the ports behind their ears.

Compared to the first and second generations, the third generation chips were commercial models, functionally equivalent to a low-spec military chip, enhancing ’brain computation’ and strengthening ’thought variation’.

Any brain-intensive industry could use these chips.

This was the first product Illusionary Union was bringing to the world.

The council was no longer chaotic, filled with fights or scheming, but harmonious, with everyone doing their job, working towards the same direction.

Soon, a new proposal was brought forward.

’Cyber Race Clearance Plan’

After the chips were massively implanted, the Cyber Race became the first target to be dealt with.

The reason was simple, these ’network users’ were physically negligent, but mentally hyperactive, frequently engaging in disruptive maneuvers such as bypassing restrictions, switching servers, and personality smuggling.

Simply put, they did everything they could to break ethical boundaries.

During this time, the Moral Chip had received thousands of patches, with the vast majority contributed by this group.

This group had reached the point of being a necessary problem to resolve.

"Now let’s vote, 1. Body cremation, 2. Exile, 3. Reinforce moral reconstruction."

"A bunch of disgusting scum," a legislator next to Aunt Qinn couldn’t help but mutter angrily.

Aunt Qinn smiled: "This society cannot accommodate such scum."

"Please cast your vote to choose the first method of handling."

Aunt Qinn was the first to raise her hand.

Soon, one arm after another rose high, as the proposal for cremating all Cyber Race members received unanimous votes.

"Next, let’s discuss the next proposal about using advanced nuclear weapons to completely eliminate the Sub-human Continent rebellion..."

On the rooftop, three individuals stood, beneath them was the council building.

"Since the implantation of Moral Chips, the council has been our puppet," the 3rd Generation Steel Claw couldn’t help but laugh.

"Just slightly adjust the moral standards, and the whole world will operate according to our will."

"Regarding the complete resolution of the Sub-human Continent, I’ll rely on you," Hugh Laurie adjusted his gold-framed glasses and smiled.

"Of course, your world-class company, my military group, you and I will be the best partners!"

The 3rd Generation Steel Claw quickly left, as Hugh Laurie had just provided him with a useful gift, an Armed Space Station just completed, something he needed to inspect thoroughly.

"Then the next matter is up to you," Hugh Laurie turned to Old Pawa, saying.

"Implanting third-generation Moral Chips in everyone isn’t difficult, but once everyone’s implanted, won’t it all be for us, the Powerful Gang?"

Old Pawa scratched his black nails and chuckled.

"Of course not, as long as you can leave Nightless City on time."

"If the 3rd Generation Steel Claw finds out what you’re doing, I’m afraid he’ll go mad, though, once this old man invades his server, he won’t even have the luxury to go mad."

"The more extreme social evolution becomes, the more advantageous it is for people like us, but are you sure you want to do this?" Old Pawa chuckled, "Perhaps leave yourself a way out, like letting me copy a virtual personality or something."

Hugh Laurie turned around, looking firmly at Old Pawa.

"Of course, no problem, as long as you can do that."

Old Pawa squinted, the domineering president disappeared, replaced by overwhelming white light, the center of which was a purely white cross angel, the angel’s hands had slipped from the cross and hung down.

Endless murmurs, or rather, source code in a mumbling style gushed out from the white light.

A language, a thought, and—a god!