The night rain was falling, the cold wind was blowing, and the factory was already in front of us.
"Ground vehicles, ground vehicles, you are breaking into the municipal welfare factory area, stop immediately!"
Armed helicopters roared and circled in the night sky, but the warning sounds from loudspeakers failed to stop the torrent of convoys on the ground.
There are no walls in this welfare factory, and the weak security force has been defeated by the rescue team before. At this time, no one dares to open fire on the torrent of convoys, otherwise they will surely die.
On the back of a low-tech pickup truck, Gu He couldn't help but feel nervous, facing so many gunshots.
Next to it, Lorna's SUV continued to follow closely, warning the low-tech people not to sing the song of the bone-blooded man again.
However, the various rough songs never stopped, and the motorcade not only did not stop, but also grew larger and larger.
Bosozoku motorcycles of various colors, shapes, and flags were everywhere, and those on them were not only the bosozoku driving, but also the extraordinary beings who could fight from various organizations in Kabukicho.
By now, the rescue operation was no longer a secret, and Yakuza informed the intermediaries of the latest situation.
At this time, Gu He got an order from the walkie-talkie worn in his ear: "The rescue team is trapped by the ultra-high voltage power grid. Let the low-tech people help cut off the power. Be careful not to cause an electrical explosion!"
He quickly informed the situation to Jane and Captain Swinging next to him, and some other low-tech people also heard it immediately.
"Electricity, modern technological magic!" Jane shouted again with a microphone, "I can say it so loudly because of electricity. Electricity is mankind's life-saving elixir, and it is also mankind's lifeline..."
"Stop talking," Gu He said urgently, "There are many people inside waiting for help."
"It's not within range yet." Jane said, then paused and said, "Okay, we're here now."
The pickup trucks, motorcycles and off-road vehicles at the front of the convoy all rushed into the cement road between rows of factory buildings.
Suddenly, Jane, Captain Swing, Big Dog, Fish Bone and other hundreds of power-cutting professional extraordinary people, although few of them are highly talented, most of them are in third gear, and can barely reach third gear.
But these people in shabby clothes were on the onrushing pickup truck, and they simultaneously launched extraordinary programs forward.
Power outage person occupation department, j-level program: power-off pulse, q-level program: power shielding
The electrical nerve signals of a person who loses power are converted into extraordinary shock waves similar to electromagnetic pulses, which have little effect on the human body of ordinary people, but will cause certain harm to extraordinary people who are electronically transformed in the ace route.
The greatest power lies not in its effect on the human body, but in its ability to cause damage to electronic equipment.
It breaks down insulation, burns circuits, destroys computer storage data, and also causes all communication equipment such as radios to malfunction.
This is a powerful side profession system, and it is also the cornerstone on which low-tech clans can rise and survive.
People who lose power are very harmful to industrial production, but the low-tech people in various cities in Anzhou have been uniting to prevent banks from easily provoking them, and they are not a group that causes trouble easily.
But now, Jane shouted and raised her two palms forward.
The same is true for low-tech people in the traffic who have lost power. Rain splashed on their tattooed palms. As the program started, power-off pulses burst out from the nerves in their palms.
As the low-tech people say, use your anger to detonate the high-tech machine!
The power-off programs can be connected into a piece, whether it is j-level or q-level, the more power-off pulses are gathered, the more powerful they will be.
Gu He was at the starting point of the storm and suddenly felt dizzy. All the electronic devices in the surrounding vehicles were buzzing, the songs playing on the speakers stopped abruptly, and everything related to electricity was malfunctioning.
"Enough!" Lorna over there turned the steering wheel hard to control the shaking off-road vehicle.
The power outage pulse only had a minor impact on the people behind, and it instantly rushed to the factories and warehouses ahead.
The lights from the buildings and street lights were extinguished one after another, revealing the original night color, and the sound of circuits popping was constant.
Even in the middle of the night, the workshop assembly lines that were still working overtime to produce TV sets, refrigerators and other Santo products were all bursting with equipment, and the workers in blue in front of the assembly lines were panicked and confused.
There was another loud rumbling sound, and the ultra-high voltage power grid that surrounded that small area failed and exploded, and the high power pillars were crumbling.
Although there was no sound, Jane's shouts were still deafening, making the low-tech people cheer and cheer:
"Death to high-tech machines, they are trampling on our dreams and our future!"
At the same time, circuits exploded everywhere in the factory, like fireworks, and there was no electric light everywhere.
The armed helicopter team in the night sky was also affected by the power outage, and almost crashed after shaking for a while.
The cheers on the ground grew louder and louder, and the convoy saw the rescue team and children in front of them.
Some of the members of the rescue team were also laughing, some were bowing to show respect, and some were raising their arms and shouting. Even if some of the team members' electronic modifications were damaged, they still cheered for the low-tech people.
Gu He breathed out, it's done, it's done! In addition to the low-tech concept, the low-tech people really have two brushes.
Lorna stared at her green eyes. She already knew that there was a blood-eating slave realm over there. Gu He had just told her about it.
"You idiot, do you want to do something good?" She asked Gu He while driving the car.
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As soon as Taro Hoto connected to the spiritual network, he felt that he was more severely constrained.
The ocean of data of 0s and 1s is endless, and various phantoms and phenomena arise and disappear endlessly. He senses that there are at least four different streams of data that are besieging his personality Rubik's Cube.
The other party has a large number of people, and he has been hit by voodoo again, so he has to break free and escape and jump to another network.
It only takes a while for the security guards to enter the Zen room and connect his helmet to the net, and then they can surround the opponent.
"Where do you want to go?" someone seemed to say.
Taro Hoto couldn't jump out, and the address was redirected... With his six-speed speed, he couldn't match it at all.
Overdrive operator, what's going on... Where did Yosuke Harafu find such a person...
Around him, a huge data wall was built again, and there were tower builders on the other side!
Tower Builder Professional Department Q-Level Program: High Wall Raising
"I haven't cut the blood-eater's flesh yet. I apologize if it's not done well."
A girl's voice said this, she said the most sinister words in the most delicate tone.
Taro Hoto suddenly saw that the surrounding high walls transformed into the shape of a large room, filled with various instruments of torture: guillotine, noose, skinning stool, nail chair, head crusher...
For a moment, he felt cold all over.
Executioner's occupation system, the eighth house is the main occupation, house and residence.
"Big House" involves one of the teachings of Voodoo. Voodoo believers call themselves and each other "Children of the Big House (pitit kay)". The sphere of influence of these house kids in Flowing Light City is the "Big House District".
Room, big house, secret room, place of execution.
The executioner is not a butcher, and his sole purpose is not to kill the other person, but to carry out the punishment and bring sufficient physical and mental pain to the victim.
In the spiritual network, the concept of time will become different due to the network speed. For highly talented executioners, even just one millisecond can make the victim taste the pain before death.
"I really like watching the bank dog in pain, it's really great." The girl said again in a dreamy voice.
"Good sister, he is yours, use all your tricks." Another young woman said with a smile.
Taro Hoto couldn't break free in the high-walled torture chamber. He was so frightened and angry that he had no choice but to try his best and use his Blood Eater Q-level program: Realm Advent.
The slave realm temporarily descends on the location of the blood eater, placing all creatures within a range in the violent storm of the blood slave field. All data is sucked up, including their programs and their personalities.
Realm Arrival is a group attack program that is more crazy and domineering than the "Brain Slave Gathering Energy - Calling Brain Slave" combination.
Not only will the blood-eating person's personality not collapse, but it will become higher and higher as it absorbs, becoming more complete as it absorbs.
"Ah!" Taro Hoto screamed, do you want to take my life? I don't know who killed whom!
This heart network space suddenly became turbulent, with torrents of data rushing back and forth, and a realm was being formed in the turbulent waves.
"It's pretty good, let's change positions." The male operator said unhurriedly.
Suddenly, maybe not even a second passed, Taro Hoto and these Internet cowboys all jumped to another network location, and the slave-rearing realm just now was thrown to an unknown place.
"Ah..." Taro Hoto screamed again, this time full of frustration and unwillingness.
In front of the Overdrive Master, he has no advantage in the psychic network.
The six-speed gear is just a little slower, and there is even voodoo reducing his speed. He was betrayed by his relatives and friends...
Boom, the high wall of the torture chamber was built again to trap him.
It was as if Taro Hoto's hands and feet were tied to death, he sat on an iron nail chair, his head was put on a head-crushing machine, and his personality data was continuously destroyed, as if his flesh and skin were being cut open.
Executioner Occupation Department, Level J Program: Fear of Death
Human beings' biological instinct produces the greatest fear of death, and this fear causes pain.
The more afraid of death, the more painful it will be.
Heroes are not afraid of death; but blood eaters are extremely afraid.
The career system of the eighth house has always had many checks and balances on blood eaters.
Taro Hoto couldn't resist it. After so many years of meditation, he still couldn't calm himself down.
Fear and pain were piercing his personality, and the light and shadow of the surrounding heart network were blurred and distorted.
He was not willing to give in. He was really not willing to give in. Was it Yosuke Harato or whoever it was, but he knew that he had lost and it was over...
"How about a knife for each of the children you harmed?" The girl laughed like a silver bell, "How many children have you harmed? Use the Slave Raising Realm to upgrade to the second programmer special level. You will harm at least one.
Thousands, right?”
Executioner Occupation System, Level Q Program: Death by a Thousand Cuts
Taro Hoto felt that his head had been cut off, but he did not die and could still sense his body. He just watched helplessly as he sat on the iron nail chair and was cut by a sharp bloody knife.
The blood is flowing away bit by bit, and the shadow of death is approaching step by step, painful and ever-expanding pain.
Under this double bombardment of fear and pain, Taro Hoto collapsed, and the blood eater became the blood food of others.
"Get rid of him, the bank dog has almost come in." The male operator said again, "The host will respond soon."
"Who are you...who are you..." Taro Hoto shouted unwillingly even as his personality was dissipated.
"They're just some houseboys who avenge themselves and others." The woman's voice was cold, "Now, go to hell."
"What a pity, I haven't had enough fun yet..." the girl sighed.
Suddenly, the executioner girl used the head-crushing machine, and with a click, Taro Hoto's head was crushed into pieces of flesh and blood. The completely collapsed personality Rubik's Cube exploded, becoming another pile of garbage data in the spiritual network.
The four Internet cowboys in smiling masks took one look at the scene of death, then jumped away and disappeared without a trace.