The headquarters of Hongda Society, the Yakuza church, is an old multi-story high-rise building, standing on the side of the street.
The door is strictly guarded by a gatekeeper in black formal clothing. The lobby on the first floor seems to be a training ground. A group of young Yakuza members wave their samurai swords and fight with the holographic projection on the ground, constantly making shouts.
Gu He followed closely behind Ayin Kumiko, fearing that he would accidentally go the wrong way and be hacked.
But Kumiko Ayane obviously has a respected status here. No matter the gatekeeper or the front desk staff, they will bend slightly and bow when they see her. Before she became a middleman, she was definitely a high-level Yakuza.
"Miss Caiyin, the president and the others are waiting above." A man in black formal clothes led the two of them into the elevator.
These Yakuza are not as prominent in appearance as the muscular men in the game, but their cold and stern temperament is something Zhuang Ge and the others can never achieve no matter how many muscles they train or how many tattoos they get.
First, we took the roaring old elevator to the top floor, the 23rd floor, and then went to the president's office.
There are solemn guards along the way, as well as rows and rows of indoor bamboo.
Not long after, Gu He followed him into the president's office, which was very spacious with marble floors and TV screens on the walls.
At the front is an arc-shaped desk with potted plants, Santo computers, etc. There is also a 1:1 size exquisite shogun metal mold placed beside the table. There are two radiating electronic devices in the antler helmet.
A red light, like a pair of eyes.
There were many people in the office, and a kimono woman wearing geisha whiteface makeup was sitting on a small sofa.
Her hair was tied with silver needles, her face was expressionless, her eyeshadow was bright red, and her face was painted white, as if she was wearing a strange mask.
A middle-aged man in black formal clothes and a short beard was sitting behind his desk, but he got up when he saw them arriving.
"Kumiko." This man is the president of the Hongda Society. He usually has a dignified and scarred face. He was a little embarrassed at this time. "Headquarters sent a special correspondent here. I didn't know it beforehand."
Gu He listened with doubts, but noticed that as soon as he walked in, Ayane Kumiko's psychedelic eyes condensed.
She was not looking at the white-faced geisha, but at the three men in black trench coats standing by the TV screen over there.
Their clothes are different. They are not ordinary formal suits or windbreakers. The style of the windbreaker is a half cape like a bat spreading its wings.
The three of them didn't sit down, but stood there with weird looks on their faces.
Especially the middle-aged man standing in the middle, who is not tall, has thick eyebrows, a pair of sharp eyes, some silver fabric on his windbreaker, and his left hand touches a large silver ring on his right thumb from time to time.
They seemed to have no weapons, no samurai swords or guns, but they exuded an extremely dangerous aura.
"Kumiko, long time no see." The middle-aged man said flatly.
"Nobuhiro." Ayane Kumiko muttered. Even without asking, she knew that this was data that the headquarters wanted, and it was very important.
Only in this case will the headquarters send a special correspondent. The special correspondents are all extraordinary people with the meat-cutting profession.
She glanced at the white-faced geisha sitting on the sofa. It was obvious that she was a doll container and someone sent from the headquarters.
It is also obvious that President Hongda is not very clear about today's situation.
But she is not Yakuza now, she is a middleman. No matter what happens, it is none of her business and she shouldn't ask.
"Let's hand over the data now." Kumiko Ayane said, "President Hirota, where's the money?"
"Everything is ready." President Hongda asked his assistant to open a black suitcase on the table, which contained three million liuguang yuan.
Kumiko Ayane pondered for a moment. The data that can attract the attention of the headquarters is that three million is not too much, but not too much.
Pandora, this person, and this matter are not simple.
These thoughts flashed through her mind, and she signaled to Gu He, "Xiao He, sit there and prepare for delivery."
Gu He noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, heard the surprise in Miss Caiyin's words, and saw Xinhao's unkind eyes.
He couldn't help but feel uneasy, wasn't he so unlucky? It was his first time working and something unexpected happened...
Oh my god, no wonder that Pandora didn't do it himself. Now he wants to run away and outsource this job to another doll.
With his thoughts in turmoil, Gu He sat down on the small sofa next to the white-faced geisha.
He already knows that in the final handover process, it must be brain-to-brain between dolls. Only in this way can the integrity and uniqueness of the data be ensured. The reason for not using the mind network is that there are too many unknown risks.
However, Miss Ayin also said that brain-to-brain contact is a dangerous activity at any time.
Even if everything is calm, you have to deal with it with all your heart.
This is where the great value of the "data postman" intermediary lies. Sellers are usually not willing to connect their brains with the buyer's people, especially if they have to do transactions on the buyer's territory. That is too dangerous and is also misleading.
People commit crimes.
Some are willing to complete the transaction on the territory of the middleman; others, like now, the seller does not show his face.
Generally speaking, no one on the street likes to have interests involved with a large organization like Yakuza.
But Miss Caiyin is different. She is a middleman, she has connections, and she and Hongda will become familiar with each other to ensure that they will not be taken advantage of...
On the way here, she said this confidently, instead of looking serious and vigilant like she does now.
Okay, Gu He takes a deep breath and relaxes. It's already here, let's make a quick decision, hand over the data, withdraw the money and leave.
At the same time, the president's assistant put two brand-new Santo connection helmets on the heads of Gu He and the white-faced geisha respectively, connected all the lines, and soon started the brain-to-brain connection.
Gu He's eyes widened, and his brain nerves expanded rapidly, leaping into a strange neural network.
The connection between the dolls really feels different, like the neural network is superimposed and expanded, or overlapped.
The Geisha doll's personality data has not passed, and neither has his. The two of them seemed to be looking at each other across a twisted street.
As soon as the connection was stable, Gu He immediately used his thoughts to drag the "unknown encrypted file" in the console database and threw it to the other party without any instructions. A stream of encrypted data was about to flow across the street.
[It has been detected that the external file is about to be transferred. Are you sure you want to transfer it? 】
Gu He quickly clicked to confirm. Suddenly, it was as if the floodgates of a reservoir were opened, and a blank flow of data rushed away. However, he knew that it was the box that trapped those changing graphics and words.
[Data transfer and local copy: 1%]
He was suddenly shocked, what, what... what the hell!
Local copy? Cancel, cancel, how to cancel? Can't cancel, why can't cancel, big deal, big deal...
That Pandora said that files will be destroyed if touched, and a virulent virus may be released; and since it is connected to a doll, she will know that she can sense changes in neural data!
Simply transmitting is definitely different from copying while transmitting.
This kind of operation violates the rules of the middleman, violates the professional ethics of the container, cuts off the cow, opens the skull...
Damn it, this is my first job as a container...
[Data transfer and local copy: 15%]
Gu He was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his various nerve synapses were in a hurry, but he soon had other doubts.
Something is wrong, how can it still be transferred to 15%? It stands to reason that once you try to copy, the file's self-destruct program will be triggered.
He looked and saw that the geisha doll standing across the street didn't seem to notice anything and just continued to look at him.
[Data transfer and local copy: 35%]
Could it be...
Gu He thought of an answer, which made him confused. He didn't know whether it was good or bad, or whether it would be the answer to the question.
This console! It can complete copying and transmission without damaging the file, without triggering the file, and without letting the recipient discover it.
This extra-dimensional thing can establish that kind of mysterious connection, and it can also steal data without anyone noticing.
"what's on your mind?"
Gu He suddenly heard the words sent by the geisha. She said, "Why are your emotions so volatile?"
Damn it, we can’t let the other party doubt...
He quickly said: "This is my first time doing this kind of work, my first time connecting with a doll, and you are so... unique. You look a lot like a girl named Sadako I knew before. I'm a little nervous."
…”
After all, he is not empathizing now, and the other party cannot fully perceive his emotions.
And probably no matter what she thought, she never imagined that he would have such a console.
The white-faced geisha said oh and said no more.
Gu He didn't dare to say anything, he just pretended that nothing happened.
He looked at the transmission progress bar, which gradually increased to 90%, then to 99%, and then stopped. For a while, the stagnation made him even more frightened, and when he almost showed his flaws...
Then suddenly, it rose to 100%.
[Transfer and copy completed]
Sure enough, he noticed that the previous file in the database was missing, but there was an "unknown encrypted file - copy".
The geisha doll standing across the street from the neural network seemed to smile slightly and said: "Goodbye."
Suddenly, the other party actively disconnected. Gu He felt himself falling out of this strange space. His scalp felt sore. He blinked and the office scene returned to his eyes.
"Xiaohe?" Kumiko Ayin asked immediately next to her.
At the same time, the thick-browed man named Nobuji looked at the geisha, and the geisha nodded and said, "No problem."
Now, not only President Hirota but also Kumiko Ayane breathed a sigh of relief.
Gu He himself was even more relieved. He was not discovered and passed the test. Not bad, not bad...
He really didn't steal it. He didn't want this to happen. It was the console that stole it. It was his fault. It was because it had no ethics.
"Kumiko, I'm going to cut this container of yours into pieces."
Suddenly, Nobuji said calmly and indifferently, "There cannot be any risk of leakage of this data."
He pressed and pulled the silver ring on his right thumb with his left hand, and whoosh, a thin yellow thread of light was pulled out. Others didn't even see it clearly. Shinji quickly waved his hand towards Gu He who was sitting on the small sofa.
Emit yellow light.
Almost at the same time, Kumiko Ayane took one step earlier and kicked the small sofa away with her strong kick.
Before Gu He could react, he rolled out.
Swish, bang, bang, the small sofa was cut into a pile of pieces by the yellow light thread thrown out by Nobuji for a few times.
Gu He crawled on the ground in complete confusion. If he had been a second and a half too late, he would have been cut into several pieces...
"Nobuharu!" Ayane Kumiko shouted, with a face full of anger, "There is no such rule, as long as the data is passed, it is passed. Yakuza has never been a middleman, you are breaking the rules of the association, take your single molecule line and get out
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Monomolecular line, meat cutter professional system, one of the symbols of the Yakuza gang.
President Hongda stood aside silently. Although he was also a meat cutter, he did not dare to confront the special commissioner.
The special commissioner represents the will of the headquarters.
The white-faced geisha also walked aside, and the men in black trench coats on the left and right of Shinji also pulled out single-molecule filaments from their hands.
Shinji had a cold face and a strange smile, "Kumiko, don't get in the way. You know you can't be my opponent now."
But Ayane Kumiko protected Gu He who was crawling on the floor, and the steel claws on both hands suddenly popped out, refusing to give in even half a step.