Chapter 110: Chapter 82: Black Ice_3
"Are you sure..."
Eden slightly turned sideways to reveal the grip of his gun. "Does this thing function as you said?"
This was a blatant threat.
If the state police just wanted to kill John on the spot, and deliberately set the trap, Harbor Company would handle matters for the non-staff employees and confront Internet Surveillance to the end.
"I assure you, please go ahead."
The state police calmly gestured with his hand.
[Mission progress update]
[Access the Black Ice Program. (Not achieved)]
John suddenly froze.
He didn’t expect the mission was still ongoing, so what was the situation with not finding evidence at home just now?
If there really was a roaming AI causing trouble...
Why does he need to access the surveillance equipment himself, could Black Light be so powerful it doesn’t even consider Internet Surveillance?
John knew he had no choice.
He picked up the metal box and connected the data line to the slot at the nape of his neck.
"Hoo~"
John closed his eyes and waited to die.
[Loading...]
[Anti-Program BlACK ICE(demon)]
[Response failed, emergency plan B...]
Black Light, unsurprisingly, went berserk.
John could feel it—something brushed past his implants, like a storm happening atop his neural synapses.
But the anticipated pain and program overwriting didn’t occur.
John didn’t even feel anything.
He stretched out his hands, repeatedly looked at them, activated his artificial eye, scanned his palm’s trajectory processing program, and clearly saw the scratches on the matte metal spacer.
"And then?"
John looked at the state police, utterly confused.
Tinfoil folded his arms and mocked:
"Proving Internet Surveillance are fools, you’ve got no issues other than cyber psychosis."
The state police retrieved the equipment for inspection, confirmed it was operating normally, and suddenly let out a laughter laden with ambiguous meaning.
"We’re doomed, the blade is already hovering high."
He turned and stared at John.
"Young man, some advice, don’t let street rumors brainwash you into thinking individual heroes can fight against a colossal machine in operation. Today, Internet Surveillance can hunt you down, tomorrow the company could send agents to assassinate."
"F*cking squid."
John cursed, only resenting how weak he felt now.
Ever since meeting him, the state police had never referred to John by name but used "it" as a pronoun, as if some dangerous object.
"Don’t think I’m loquacious or strange, after all, I’m street-born too, once drowned; the moves to climb ashore are the swiftest, making you crawl higher than others."
The state police stood up and buttoned his coat.
"Also don’t blame my impoliteness, although your suspicion is cleared now, I still don’t know your identity."
John caught the implied meaning.
He deliberately taunted. "Internet Surveillance can’t find the name, yet can’t understand human language?"
The state police revealed a meaningful smile.
"Go find the tie clip, the things he discovered are particularly interesting, be cautious he might sell them off to a buyer."
He turned away.
"Salute to you, Lieutenant Colonel."
The state police left the company, Internet Surveillance and ECPD withdrew at lightning speed.
Tinfoil went to check the company firewall.
Eden said to John.
"We’ll talk after this is over."
John nodded and was pushed into the operating room.
The shadowless lamp lit up.
In the clean and tidy room, both the attending doctor and the team assistant brought over were busy.
He felt a data line inserted into the nape of his neck.
The life-support device started operating.
John’s previously scattered consciousness suddenly became clear.
But no text appeared in front of him, the anticipated Black Light rampage didn’t happen either.
The surgical system roamed within his biological information, monitoring every fluctuation.
The world was eerily quiet.
Could it be the Internet Surveillance equipment really had no effect?