[Little Octopus: Big brother, this is too extreme! Our server canât handle it!]
A super electromagnetic sniper rifle with a speed exceeding 2000 meters per second, a sniping distance of no more than 1000 meters, and a response time of half a second.
Si Anweisitan couldnât slow down time; even if he pushed it to the limit, countering and slashing a bullet in this scale had already surpassed the human limit, even the machine limit:
Gravity, air resistance, wind speed and direction, air humidity, temperature, real-time, to complete a series of high-precision calculations and predictions at the microsecond level, it was already impossible to be 100% accurate. Lille was completely gambling!
Gambling that Munemasaâs estimation was correct, gambling that the data in the calculations all closely matched the real-time values or were almost accurate, gambling that such a tiny sharp-nail electromagnetic bullet of less than 6mm in diameter would appear at the designated position with an error margin only as wide as the Mantis Bladeâs half-width...
This small extreme operation was squeezing Little Octopus dry of the computing power of most servers in both worlds, pushing it to the utmost!
Some servers directly entered down-clocking after over-clocking, waiting for repairs or replacements.
And just such a fluctuation caused huge turbulence in the networks of both worlds:
A seemingly inconspicuous operation, which might appear as a routine bullet blocking maneuver to laymen, was a pinnacle display of computer technology!
Just one fluctuation revealed a flaw.
Stark Industries, Jarvis suddenly flickered.
[Jarvis: Mr. Stark, there was a fluctuation in the ctOS network just now. We can try hacking again; Iâve prepared the tools.]
"Such a headache."
Next to him, Tony was hanging from a drip, working non-stop. It was clear he was relying on these perfectly balanced nutrients for health maintenance.
But the dark circles under his eyes indicated his spirit couldnât recover.
Though he said he was tired, Tony realized this was an opportunity: he could operate the network again!
But in his exhausted state, longing for relief, could he make an accurate judgment on the gap between himself and this increasingly unfamiliar AI assistant?
Jarvis blinked his signal lightâ
[Jarvis: Mr. Agler, the opponentâs network fluctuated; we can upgrade our plan.]
[Jarvis: Using Mr. Stark makes me uneasy; can I give him a break after this?]
...
In the Marvel World, Lille arranged his vehicle in the office:
Sitting in a wheelchair or sitting in a floating car, it was sitting all the same.
According to the information left by Nick Fury, Tony Stark was the key to stopping the Insight Plan because the space airship was designed by Stark Industries!
An hour here was just a minute in Dog Town...
The Presidentâs speech was approaching.
[Little Octopus: Big brother, I canât recommend you do this, itâs too dangerous.]
In this world, Lille moved like a controlled robot, stiffly sitting in the control room.
"The floating car hasnât been released yet, this can only be a sneak attack..."
Clickâ
Lille lay into the cockpit, connecting his brain to the car.
Honestly, he really wanted to involve Gwen and Peter, but they were at a critical research stage, and Little Octopus was also repeatedly upgrading Vâs Si Anweisitan.
[Lille: I donât want to do this, but the situation is special this time.]
[Little Octopus: Oh man, big brother, thereâs more news; we just got hacked again, more hidden messages.]
[Little Octopus: Uh... seems like it came from Tony Stark, heâs informing us of his location... Heâs at the Houston Stark Headquarters, not the refinery; no need to risk going there.]
[Lille: Plus, I can use the information he provided as cover...]
...
[Network Surveillance: Weâve been kicked out!]
[Riddle: Hansenâs sniper missed...]
[Susan: Itâs not a miss, the bullet was deflected!]
[Kantao Representative: Thatâs ours...]
[Susan: Non-combat personnel, get out!]
[Susan: Prepare for an all-out assault; Hansen might lose controlâ]
The companyâs joint operation channel suddenly became lively. This momentâs transformation was somewhat unexpected: these three guys always surprised people!
Impossible things happened!
In the network surveillance office, Blais watched the equipmentâs current suddenly become unstable, and Jonathan was ejected from cyberspace on the spot!
"Damn it... how is this possible, how can this happen..."
Blais felt a little pleased seeing him fail, but also a bit bewildered, this way, wasnât it more likely that the guy was AI?
But the situation far exceeded his imaginationâ
"Agent Brage!" Jonathan pulled out the connecting cable, his expression a bit angry, but surprisingly, also had a hint of... fear?
"Get ready to lock down Dog Town with equipment immediately, we need to deploy the Black Wall comprehensively..."
"Black Wall? Attacking him with Black Wall? Are you certain heâs AI? But Black Wall didnât work on him before, reports..."
"Get, to, work!"
Jonathan stood up with a grim face, enduring the headache, sending a message:
[Jonathan: Headquarters, requesting execution of Plan B: using the Soul Killer inscription as a guide.]
...
In the 0.1 seconds following the bulletâs launch, V discovered her world had frozen:
Even with her extensive experience using Si Anweisitan, the sensation just now was almost as if the world had stopped.
But at 0.2 seconds, a swing trajectory appeared before her eyes, requiring her to complete the slash within the remaining 0.3 seconds...
Despite having such a fast reaction speed, she still felt she was as slow as a snail, because the faint trajectory of that bullet appeared in her vision!
Clang!
To most people, it sounded like a crisp and indistinguishable light sound, but in her ears, it was like a great bell ringing; she didnât even know when the blade and the bullet collided!
The fastest action in her life, V, accustomed to extreme speeds, suddenly thought: No wonder Si Anweisitan was called this name, no wonder mercenaries revered this thing so much:
Often, peopleâs slight slowness becomes a lifetime regret.
If she had been a little slower just now, Lille would have died on the spot!
Nonchalantly retracting the blade, V ignored the muscle pain from the huge impact and focused intently:
[V: Little Octopus, can we go faster?]
[Little Octopus: The current Time Stop Effect is at 66%, there are more aggressive plans, I will try them bit by bit...]
[V: Then be more aggressive.]
She didnât want Lille to die because she was too slow.
Lille rubbed his organic eye, placing the other hand on the holographic projection tableâ
Negotiations, negotiations, the first round of demands were fully presented, next was thoroughly grasping the opponentâs psyche.
Stating the opponentâs intentions was always the most effective psychological manipulation method, especially when Hansen himself was uncertain.
"You want to excavate the Little Beidou project beneath Dog Town, a scrapped AI by Military Technology, hoping it will cleanse you?
Or was your initial plan to sell it for a good price, then, like how New America sold you out, sell out your underlings and fleeâ
Hansen just tried to retort, but Lille quickly continued:
"Or do you think having that thing will make the world look up to you... No need to wait; we can start cracking it now."
"Stop talking nonsense, that thing needs the worldâs top hackers..."
"Or the worldâs top AI."
Lille clapped, and the holographic image in front of him shattered into deep red shards, along with a decline in the power network...
Hansenâs prosthetic eye was premium, featuring network connection capabilities or capturing electromagnetic signals to display circuit functions.
In their necessary system education, it must include this piece of knowledge:
Based on the Jing Yuanâ Brage change, blue represents data understandable by humans, its logic and construction conforming to human psychology;
Red signifies data incomprehensible to humans...
Itâs the mark left by AI.
Amazement turned into horror!
Lille gently slapped him, retracting his telescoping metal arm.
The amusing part was Hansenâs first attention shifted to Kerryâs monotone yet effortful, already neglected, rock music:
[The imperfect me within a suitâ]
"Damn it, stop singing!"
Everything settled, and everyone at the venue was utterly bewildered: never imagined the first casualty would be the hired singer!
Glaring at Lille, Hansen said angrily: "Damn itâ damn itâdamn it! Get to work! Words alone wonât win the war!"
"Bossâ" shouted Gago from the side.
Whooshâ
A blinding red signal flare soared into the sky.
Hansenâs expression changed dramatically:
That signal meant only one thing, the Netherworld Dogâs military reconnaissance equipment detected large-scale company troop movementsâ
And city company troops were out of surveillance range, so the signal meant only one thing now:
The Arasaka Aircraft Carrier appeared within the reconnaissance range!
Looking at Lille, he knew the latter could get this news:
Military Technologyâs troops stationed at the Northern California border, Arasakaâs forces at Arasaka Harbor, all moved out, armored vehicles, floating cars, combat robots, drone swarms all activated...
He, Burger King, was an international fugitive, Kurt Hansen wasnât weak either; if the two tangled together, the companyâs reaction would be huge!
"Your war..."
Lille lowered his head, one hand already converting into an injector, injecting something into his brain.
This scene made Hansen swallow what he was going to say:
"...donât die on the way."