Brain Watering was recently feeling very frustrated. Clearly, the last mission target was not far away, yet he couldn't get inside.
This mission with abundant rewards was like a carrot dangled in front of a donkey: visible but unattainable.
And that carrot was the main ship of the Turing Sect fleet, a seaborne mobile fortress pieced together from over a dozen ancient aircraft carriers.
He had long since learned that the remaining professional knowledge from the 'Electronic Doctrine' knowledge chain was hidden there, and even found out the specific location.
'Liberal Arts Monk, do you have any ideas?'
'No ideas, the electronic defense wall there is thicker than a corporate core database, no way to get in.'
'So just give up?'
'You could try physical hacking. Don't you always mock us Liberal Arts Monks for being inferior to you Science Monks? Now that you need physical intervention, don't wimp out.'
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