On the large Seth screen, thirty Gasboy fighters and an entire Heart Network task force were all leveled.
The thirty signal lights representing their brain nerve activity did not fluctuate slightly. The control console had supplied oxygen to all of them, but this could only maintain the mechanical properties of their bodies.
As for the nervous system of the brain, the personality and extraordinary programs within it are all gone.
With the status of these people and the total price, it is not worth the money and effort to save them.
The flat line caused the control console to emit a harsh beeping alarm, aggravating the silence in the war room. The monitoring personnel were parked nearby, waiting for new instructions, and no one dared to look up at the command room on the second floor.
A mental network task force led by a first-level supervisor was wiped out except for the supervisor...
For an operation of this level, such losses are too great.
Everyone involved in the operation here will be subject to demotion within Gasboyn.
The originally bright and luxurious private room was becoming cramped and depressing, and several handsome men followed Sophia's waving signal and retreated.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling one-way glass, slowly drinking red wine, looking at the big screen below, thinking about something.
Carl Wilson stood nearby, his middle-aged face a bit ashen...
This time, it was the most disastrous failure in both his network cowboy career and Gasboy's executive career.
The ten maximum overclocking overdrives, and twenty others, were all in one fell swoop.
This kind of thing rarely happens in the real world, but in the spiritual network, a network jam of 1 millisecond can cause such negative consequences.
Is it because the opponent has a high programmer? Or is it because of high talent?
In any case, this result cannot be concealed.
There are internet cowboys everywhere inside, and they can sell Gasboy's incomplete personality data. I can't hide the fact that this happened, so I can only not publicize it. But in the company's internal report documents, this time it is indeed a loss.
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"This task force consists of thirty people."
Sophia suddenly spoke, her beautiful face smiling, a stiff smile.
She maintained her demeanor as a potential successor to Gassboin, "It sounds like a group of elites, but in fact they are just three-speed gears and four-speed gears. As long as Wilson is the supervisor, if you are a five-speed gear, you become the supervisor."
Stand here."
She shook her head, "Three-speed and four-speed, even if they are overclocked and turned into overdrive, they are still useless. Overclocking is not as good as real talent.
"The family is only willing to send us so many people, and we are facing two real overdrives, and we have done our best."
Carl Wilson listened silently without making a sound, unsure of what the blonde lady was thinking...
Just now when everyone was on the same level, she was almost furious and let out a muffled roar.
Maybe she's right, but demotion is inevitable.
Like many consortiums such as Santo and Seth, Gasboy has 12 high-level authorities internally, ranging from A-level to N-level from high to low.
Miss Sophia, because she was born in a noble family, is less than 20 years old, and has no merit, she is already at the third level of authority.
And he, after years of life-and-death struggle, became the first-level supervisor of the Heart Network Operations Department, with only the eighth-level authority and it was difficult for him to go any further.
After this time, it is hard to say whether he can keep his position as supervisor.
And Miss Sophia may also be demoted by two or even three levels...
"Director Wilson, in fact, not only did we have no fault this time, we also made merit."
Sophia took a sip of red wine, turned to look at Carl Wilson, and said:
"We have lost a Heart Network task force, but this also confirms my dream spirit revelation this time. This matter is not simple.
"As expected, we found out that there were two real speeders getting together on the street outside to cause trouble. This kind of thing still happens, but there is monitoring data from this battle to prove it."
Dream spirit revelation? When did she have the dream spirit revelation? Wilson was silent, she meant...
"Is the real overdrive comparable to thirty pieces of trash? If we exchange them, it's worth it."
Sophia smiled and said, "As long as you find out the clues, even find these two cowboys, and let Gasboy catch them, there will be ways to realize their value, and hundreds of wastes can't be exchanged for them.
"Then, our authority will be restored and promoted. Director Wilson, we are going to be demoted, but we are enduring the humiliation because we are one step ahead of other departments and the board of directors.
“This time, the superiors didn’t believe me and didn’t give me enough people, so I couldn’t make a profit in one fell swoop.
"This cannot be regarded as our failure or fault. We did not lose."
Sophia's eyes gleamed slightly and her face turned cold, "What do you think?"
Suddenly, Wilson was faced with two choices.
One is to firmly shift the responsibility to Miss Sophia. It was her willfulness and ignorance that caused the losses...
The other one is...
"Miss Sophia, you are right, that's what it is."
Wilson took a few seconds to make his choice. Considering his meager status in Gasboy and the temperament of the potential heir in front of him, the first choice was not a good path.
"With at least two real overdrives and several highly talented people, this group of cowboys is extraordinary; your dream spirit revelation is very accurate."
"Then you have to work hard to find them." Sophia smiled again, "You were born on the streets, so you know how to find such rats. The sooner we find them, the sooner we can end the humiliation and bear the burden, and you may be promoted to minister.
"
Wilson nodded. Ever since he was assigned to Miss Sophia, they have been a community of interests.
Now that none of the team members can come back, no one can say whether there will be a real overdrive this time.
If you find it, you have it; if you can't find it, you don't have it.
"Now." Sophia looked at the thirty corpses still breathing lying on the control table in the war room below, squeezed the goblet a little tight, and said:
"Since the responsibility must be borne by me first, these thirty bodies also belong to me. I will send them all to be made into raw materials for prosthetics, and the remaining waste will be fed to alien species. Director Wilson, do you have any objections?
?”
Wilson's facial muscles twitched slightly. These people, these people he picked out from the streets with his own hands...
"No, it's up to you to decide." He said in a low voice.
"I'm just kidding you." Sophia smiled, "Those in Santo are beginning to know how to joke. Don't be so serious. These are your people. It's up to you to decide whether to demolish or bury them. Their families
There will still be pensions.”
"Thank you, Miss Sophia." Wilson nodded heavily, "I will try my best not to disappoint you."
At this time, the video TV on the wall in the private room received a new call and was automatically connected.
An electronically synthesized male face appeared on the screen, without any expression, and read out the latest internal processing:
"Sophia Amick, because you refused to implement the company's optimal rationing plan, causing the company to suffer unnecessary losses, the company will reduce your authority from the current third level to...sixth level.
"Carl Wilson, due to your command failure, which resulted in the death of all members of the Psychic Network Task Force No. 103, the company will adjust your position from the first-level supervisor of the Psychological Network Operations Department to the third-level supervisor. Your authority
It will drop from level eight to level ten.
"The above processing will take effect immediately."
After hearing this, Sophia turned off the phone, put down her wine glass, ignored Carl Wilson, and strode outside the private room.
With sixth level authority, I can't afford the private room in this war room.
However, she, Sophia Amick, could still call a few servants and bodyguards, go out for a drive, and go to the boxing area to see what Elizabeth, the disabled Seth, was up to.
If there is really a major treasure and she finds it again, she will be able to return to the third level immediately.
…
The weather in the boxing area is also rainy at night, and the Ares Gang headquarters building on Kuangzhan Street is brightly lit.
What the lower-level people didn't know was that there was a shock on the upper-level side.
Just tonight, 16 extraordinary members of the gang were killed by the flesh-and-blood man in the spiritual network.
Only some relatively high-level and highly talented personnel escaped after the explosion in the fantasy city, and were forced to disconnect due to movement detected outside. However, their nerves were severely damaged, and their personality integrity was on the verge of collapse. It was not known what they could do.
Can't survive.
According to several disoriented assassins:
The Bone-Blooded Girl first led people to raid and blow up the tavern, and then led them around. As a result, the Bone-Blooded Man had already prepared a trap, and they fell into the trap... I don't know if it was the cowboy or the Bone-Blooded Man... The other guys were very strong.
Very fast...
Moreover, it seems that there are other trapped personalities in the trap.
Everything happened so fast, only ten or twenty seconds. They didn't have time to figure it out, and they fell into the illusion. They were beaten like dogs in water. The forced disconnection caused memory loss... They only still remember that they ended up everywhere.
Cowboy.
Bone Blood Guy is well prepared this time. It should be that not only the blood blades in the city, but also the freaks in Bone Blood Town are involved.
The higher-ups were very angry, and it was not the way of the Ares Gang to just let it go.
What the Boxing Zone wants is to fight. However... what the God of War Gang wants is survival and growth, but their vitality has just been damaged.
Going out to fight? The boxing area has been blocked by the Metropolitan Police Department. Now the streets are full of rich people, from the big villas and hotels on Acropolis Mountain to this kind of shabby place to visit the park, so as to find some new excitement.
The strange hobbies of rich people have always been like this. They can come up with it as soon as they think of it, but they can do it anyway.
Originally, if there was no blockade of the boxing area, the God of War Gang would have had to immediately respond and hunt down the bone-blooded guy throughout the city.
But now, the senior executives endured their anger and reached an agreement, not to rush, not to rush yet...
Now we are watching, there are many people from all walks of life who are involved in the gang. They are not in a hurry to retaliate, and they can't get out.
