Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 637 - 205: The Bailing Bird That Can’t Hold It Together

Song Zhaomei no longer remembers how many times she has undergone human experimentation. Under the orders of that woman, military technology continuously installs various oversized experimental hacker prosthetics on her to enhance the hacker capability limit of the Nightingale, then send her to uncover the underlying logical code of the Black Wall.

The best case would be to control parts of the Black Wall, and if not, open a stable data channel to the Old Net for military technology hackers to safely search for lost technology.

The worst case scenario, make a Black Wall bomb to paralyze parts of the Black Wall data, forcibly hold the European Community or other large corporations hostage at the cost of impacting the new network, compelling their withdrawal from the North American market.

It's just that the complexity of the Black Wall data repeatedly causes them to hit a wall, only barely finding a trace after investing billions in Orokin.

"The nineteenth Black Wall data access experiment, begin."

Upon hearing this number, Song Zhaomei's expression flickered; she had already endured this torture eighteen times, each time leaving her in agony, wishing she were dead. No matter how she pleaded, it always resulted in Miles' hypocritical reprimands and so-called postponed experiments.

Here, no one cares what a tool inside a showcase thinks. They gather around the one-way transparent showcase, observing Song Zhaomei like a machine undergoing a pressure test.

The people above only care about the experimental results.

Under the control of the experiment personnel, Song Zhaomei's consciousness neural network was forcibly connected to the Black Wall. She couldn't even actively refuse the massive crimson-black data stream capable of easily crushing the brain of Song Zhaomei, the genius hacker from the United States, and could only allow the complex and highly aggressive data to wander throughout her neural network.

As the experiment officially began, those white coats outside the window

"The subject's brain temperature is rising, engaging the cooling system."

"Connect to the server network to share computing pressure."

"Heart rate normal, energy consumption increasing...."

"Synchronization rate rising, 63%.65%.67%...."

The white room was bustling, but Song Zhaomei was destined not to hear their voices.

Her consciousness has already traveled to another world with the access to the Black Wall data.

It was another ocean of crimson-black data.

There was neither north, east, south, nor west

No up, down, left, or right

Nor was there any restraint by worldly morals.

Therefore, even though the Black Wall and its opposite were extremely dangerous entities for every hacker, for Song Zhaomei, this place was an exceptionally rare time without constraints.

She was like a true bird, flying and shuttling through this perilous ocean of data, just like many years ago before she was recruited by Li De into the Special Intelligence Bureau.

An ordinary hacker, a vast Endless data space.

Among it stood data fortresses of corporate giants, dangerous yet full of challenges, awaiting the young and impetuous hackers to launch their rebellion.

But none of these existed in the Black Wall.

No people

No events

Nothings

"Big Brother Niu, I haven't heard about the blue ribbon and silver medal story for five seconds."

"Hahaha, well, I have no choice but to reluctantly tell you again how I saved the mansion from collapsing, capturing a spy single-handedly."

?

Someone?

The sudden voice made the Nightingale quickly stop, no longer advancing deeper into the Black Wall, but attempting to re-analyze and capture the audio she just heard amidst the constantly floating data stream around her.

This wasn't the first time she heard voices in the Black Wall. Several times before, she vaguely noticed traces of someone moving within the Black Wall, becoming more frequent.

However, Song Zhaomei never shared these findings with the military technology researchers.

Because it would mean someone was ahead of New America, and in order to catch up and identify them, military technology would only intensify their torment of her.

The so-called loyalty, the so-called patriotism, had long vanished through Song Zhaomei's personal experiences.

But this time, the voice was becoming clearer.

This made Song Zhaomei start to confirm that there must be traces left by them at her location, and the distance wasn't far.

Song Zhaomei didn't know if she was stronger compared to legendary hackers like Ote and Spider Murphy from decades ago, but she was sure there shouldn't be any hacker stronger than her in New America, or even in North America.

Except for a certain hacker god, no one generally would dare to compare themselves to him; it would be self-inflicted humiliation.

Perhaps the other party didn't disguise their activities in the Black Wall at all. In her trace roots, Song Zhaomei quickly passed through a layer of data curtain, and the world in front of her changed accordingly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The originally shapeless floating tide of data was controlled and mobilized by special programs, forcibly constrained into a real shape. Appearing again in Song Zhaomei's view was a giant semicircular building, with circles of seats around the central square stage, and a 360° no blind spot zoom screen suspended above the stage so everyone could see every move on it, resembling a WWE competition venue.

What...

Where is this?

This damn Black Wall?

Anyone who didn't know would think she had run into a football stadium.

Song Zhaomei even thought she was dreaming, but the noisy competition scene and the flowing crowd were so real, everything right in front of her.