Soon, she will suffer from severe depression, psychosis, and will either die on the streets or commit suicide.
As for Yoshinobu? It's just a private job of hers, and has nothing to do with us."
Mercer coldly issued the words like a sentence: "I need to confirm once more to see who she has interacted with besides Internet Supervision."
"Uh, you mean modifying her memory to ensure that even if someone finds her in the future, they won't link the task we commissioned her with to Yoshinobu?"
V roughly understood.
"Yes, the only flaw is that Internet Supervision knows our purpose, but they won't mess up our plans, of course, that's assuming there's no mole among them.
And I won't rely on others, so I need to be ahead of the game, find out who else Evelyn has been in contact with online, and even if I don't kill that dumbass from Internet Supervision, I need to teach them a lesson."
Mercer said, pausing for a moment, and added, "Of course, if Evelyn has been in private contact with anyone and mentioned this matter, then those who know must also be silenced."
Mercer pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Or we could divert attention to Internet Supervision, letting those who have been observing Yoshinobu overlook us... Actually, not many people know we met with Evelyn, and I've already deleted the surveillance footage.
As for those who know the details of the task we assigned her, even fewer know..."
The group never gave him advice on such matters, it was all up to him to decide.
Mercer, while contemplating, used Octopus Arm to take out surgical tools, flipped Evelyn over, and began operating on the back of her head.
He was going to install a neural interface for deep diving and consciousness transfer, to facilitate using Soulkiller to modify her consciousness data.
The group was not accustomed to watching such a bloody surgical scene, especially the way Mercer, while absent-minded thinking about something, used Octopus Arm to operate, resembling a scientist monster out of a horror movie.
"By the way, Mercer, I was stopped at the door just now..." Mann briefly described the situation he encountered at the door.
Mercer sighed: "Fine, gather everyone together—I got it."
But before he could figure out how to handle the current situation, a message from Pan'an popped into his Brain-Computer Interface.
[Pan'an: Mercer, got some time lately? You remember the Red Ocher Tribe people, right? They're in trouble again, and I wanted to ask if there's any way you can help them?]
[Mercer: Go ahead.]
[Pan'an: Here's the thing, before, Biotech poisoned their water source, causing many of them to catch a virus. Biotech had promised compensation for the poisoning, but recently they stopped distributing free medicine.
Now the Red Ocher people are seriously ill with no free medicine available, and the special medicine that can relieve their symptoms is very expensive...
The worst part is, we've found this disease seems to be contagious, and now even some people in the Adcardo are showing similar symptoms, Mercer, you're the only one I know with this expertise, can you spare some time to help?
We can pool together a reward, won't let you work for free.]
[Mercer: How about you? Not infected, right?]
[Pan'an: I'm fine.]
[Mercer: I've recently been grounded by Hansen, so it's hard to go out, get someone to bring a set of blood samples over, and a special medicine they use, I'll analyze it and get back to you.
Also, if there is a confirmed virus source, like the water source, you can also take some samples and bring them over to me.]
[Pan'an: What's going on? Need any help?]
[Mercer: No need, it's a small matter, bear with him for a few days, I've got quite a bit of trouble recently, once I'm free, I'll find time to deal with him.]
[Pan'an: Alright then, wait for it, I'll bring the stuff over tomorrow.]
[Mercer: Remember to wear protective gear, everything should be sealed in containers, if you don't understand, find someone who does, don't foolishly handle it with your hands.]
[Pan'an: Rest assured! And... thank you.]
[Mercer: You're welcome.]
Ending the communication, Mercer narrowed his eyes in annoyance, looking at Evelyn beside him, his gaze gradually turning cold.
Alright, Evelyn, no time to waste on you—next up, good luck to you.