"It's over."
Sasha walked out of the bathtub filled with ice cubes. The rough man, Manny, in the room looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if he was used to it.
Pyrrha wasn't there. She was likely tinkering with those broken things in her workshop again.
Dolio draped a coat over her shoulders. Everyone was waiting for good news from Sasha.
Diving into cyberspace is indeed an effective way to track down clues. Similarly, hackers use cyberspace to provide help or warnings to their partners in action.
The premise is not to be caught by the other party's hackers. If you are unprepared, the company's hackers will not hesitate to roast your brain.
Rebecca, whom Logan Lane once called the "Hell Dog Idiot," wasn't interested. She lay on the smooth bay window sill of Lisa's house, hands behind her head, eyes closed.
"The network in Dogtown is as shabby as their town. But I know the name of that guy, Logan Lane. I have to say, this guy is really prestigious—there is a hacker protecting his information all the time."
Sasha likes to squint when she laughs, and with the prosthetic decorations on her cheeks like cat whiskers, she looks like a lazy and satisfied kitten.
"I don't know any Logan Lane. Is it really the Hellhound that's targeting us?" Rebecca yelled, getting close to Sasha's face, causing Manny to pick her up and put her on the bed like a figurine.
Rebecca crossed her arms and buried herself in the collar of her large coat, sulking.
Sasha shrugged and continued:
"Not likely. The Hellhounds don't have any logs or records of their actions, but it's strange that this guy was kicked out."
"The team he was in should have been dealt with by Hansen, including his gambling and drinking buddies."
"As for the rest of the transport security, we took care of them."
It was Hansen's style to deal with the remnants of the security team afterward, but he just let this man named Logan Lane go. Manny was a little confused.
Anyway, this matter is business. The Cyberpunk team took the job, and everything went according to plan.
But he feared that this venomous snake named Colonel Hansen would retaliate. Hansen was not a conservative person. Now this man named Logan Lane was still alive—
did it mean that Logan knew something and came back with a new life?
Manny looked up and found that everyone in the room had the same ugly expression.
"Is it easy to get into Dogtown?"
Manny's words were the final word on the matter. He didn't know what Hansen was thinking. He only knew that the "former Nether Dog" named Logan Lane was still alive, and it was a big problem.
"Find a middleman. There is a chance to get in from the outer wall, but it will take some time." Dolio understood Manny's plan.
Rebecca clenched her fist and hit her palm hard, "We have to solve this problem ourselves."
Sasha also agreed with this proposal, "I have no problem. I can cooperate at any time."
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Five hundred euros, a full five hundred euros!
Logan Lane's heart was bleeding. Fifty technical sniper rifle bullets cost so much!
This was what he spent a lot of effort on at the [Stadium Black Market], and he had a hard time bargaining with the gun shop owner for fifty euros.
However, the sniper rifle wrapped in a cloth bag behind him gave him some comfort.
Since he could panelize his own abilities, did that mean that the abilities on the skill tree could be used for himself?
So he tried it, but it seemed that it was not possible. The points could only be used to add points to a few attributes—but he had a question.
According to the game settings before he crossed over, this point has an upper limit, which means that Logan must choose a genre to strengthen his ability. Swords, hackers, rifles, pistols—all of these require skill points.
However, in order to conduct an in-depth evaluation of the game, Logan himself still activated Fengling Yueying, the purpose of which was to experience various genres.
But now it is futile to think about it. The points given by the [Development Reward Panel] are fixed to a certain attribute, and Logan cannot interfere.
Name: Logan Lane
[Physical]: 9
[Reaction]: 6
[Technical Ability]: 2
[Intelligence]: 4
[Calmness]: 5
Logan was curious about why there was one more physical point.
Was it given by Mr. Hansen's favorability? No, it should be—
then he felt a little empty and shook his head. He remembered that the pair of bloody military gloves were still thrown in the washing machine. They were given to him by Jack Seno.
Logan, who had no time to cherish these "friends," walked up the road leading to the top of the mountain from the Dogtown Checkpoint.
Logan still hasn't gotten through to the hacker Mr. Hands mentioned, and he doesn't know what he's busy with.
Logan passed some unfriendly Animal Gang members and drunkards along the way and watched a boxing match. He arrived at the destination at the agreed time, which was a seemingly abandoned motel.
"Beep—"
The fuzzy and distorted doorbell sounded.
The hacker, whom Hands called "Hamster," was very cautious. When Logan walked to the door, the scanning light of the camera had locked onto him.
He looked up at the camera, and a hoarse man's voice rang out from the doorbell.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Hands asked me to come."
The door opened, and the corridor was full of garbage. The tables that used to be the restaurant were piled together, and replaced by several sentry turrets.
Since Logan entered the door, these muzzles that could blast a big hole in his body have been locked on him.
The voice of the hamster seemed to be everywhere.
"The third door on the left, turn right, there is an underground line manhole cover in front of you, lift it up, and then crawl in. Remember to close the door."
There was no good tone, and it sounded like the hamster was reluctant to do this job.
There was only an emergency light source in the underground line passage. The green light seemed to lead to hell. The further Logan walked inside, the hotter he felt.
After jumping out of the pipe mouth, Logan stepped on the densely packed pipelines on the ground and saw the man lying on the hacker chair in the middle of a large number of servers who was still in cyberspace.
"What a pity, if I can install the hacker's [operating system] (prosthetic body), maybe I can also enter cyberspace one day in the future."
Logan said secretly in his heart.
"Did Hands tell you what you were going to do?"
Logan took down his gun, "Let me stop the Cyberpunk team that's looking for us."
The hamster was delighted, "You said it so easily, as if it was as easy as running to the Genting Club to 'play games'."
"..."
To be honest, because of his intelligence points of 4, the ridiculed Logan really felt like a fool at a certain moment.
When the Cyberpunk team came to his face, what could he do?
In fact, Logan's expression was still very interesting until now. He knew with his toes that the team Hands was talking about was Manny's team.
Logan gave himself a small warning, and he should not shout other people's names randomly on the street in the future. It would be ugly if they misunderstood.
"The hacker in that team is very smart, she knows where to find you—I saw it all clearly. But they are only interested in you. Hansen's lair is watched by those former military technology hackers, and they can't deal with Hansen.
And my friend, you, the 'abandoned pawn,' are unlucky. You were pushed out by Hands to be ICE." (Note: To avoid complicated understanding, ICE only needs to be regarded as a firewall.)
Logan nodded, "So, you should give me some training—for example, when facing the cyberpunk team that wants to kill you, what should I say to make the other side put away their guns and go back happily? By the way, have a working lunch next to the Westbrook synthetic meat fast food truck."
Logan swore that he said this just to choke the hamster.
"Hahaha, idiot."
The hamster was made to laugh by Logan, and then said: "Okay, stop complaining. I will have a good talk with the hacker on the other side. Hands is very concerned about this matter. I will be responsible for uploading the fake information. If their action team wants to kill you, just hold out for a while. The Netherhound will come when they hear the noise."
Logan pointed his finger at himself. Hold out for a while? Could that person be himself?
"Is it really just me?"
The hamster said firmly:
"What else? Friend, now we are playing a cat and mouse game. Let the cat not catch you first. Later, Hands will contact the prosthetic doctor at the stadium, and you will go for a small surgery to change your appearance."
"One more person in the middle means one more risk."
"I take my money, you do your plastic surgery, we don't interfere with each other."