Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 947 - 305: The Cleanser Immortal (Part 3)

Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 947 - 305: The Cleanser Immortal (Part 3)

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Some of the more critical top-secret projects are located on floors that don't even appear on the elevator buttons, and various mezzanines and secret rooms are quite common.

Even the company's own employees may not be able to figure out how many secrets are hidden in the building, making it difficult for players to find opportunities in this new map.

So from the moment they entered the building, they started setting up. Dozens of people dispersed throughout the building, using the reason of transporting and cleaning equipment to repeatedly go up and down the floors.

"Start scanning the terrain, don't miss any suspicious areas."

In the past, when exploring new maps, players would often bring a drone to scan the terrain, upload data, and establish a 3D map to clear the fog.

But now the players don't need to do that.

All the images they see with their cyber eyes are uploaded unanimously, then analyzed by a captured and tamed AI, which dissects the information and compares it from multiple angles, thus establishing an accurate model.

Before long, the entire public area of the Zeta Technology Mansion would be thoroughly scanned by them.

Then, based on existing information, they would deduce the possible existence of secret rooms or passages within the building.

Exchange Coupon: "I've found a ventilation duct here leading to a storage room. Not sure if it can take us to the 38th floor, but someone is watching over it, and there's surveillance, which makes it difficult to enter."

Brother Ni: "Don't act recklessly. According to Hassan, the company's ventilation systems have bio-monitoring and weight monitoring, and even cameras installed. If you go in, it will trigger the alarm."

Mercenaries, rival company agents, and internal moles steal things year after year, both sides' technologies continually iterating and upgrading in the confrontation, armed to the teeth internally and externally.

Anyone who can steal from a company mansion like this is basically a top expert in the agent or mercenary industry.

And among the players, there is no shortage of experts.

In general long-running games, the playtime results in more and more players reaching the level cap, their equipment gradually maxed out, and past challenging instances no longer provide them with a sense of challenge and excitement.

Faced with such a dilemma, planners either inflate numbers, roll out new servers, or do both.

However, Lin Miao cannot shuffle the servers, nor can he indulge in numeric inflation, while players' growth speed is alarmingly fast, which means companies have a tough time ahead.

Brother Ni reached the 15th floor, carrying a high-pressure sewage extractor on his back, while continuously cleaning the filthy ground and observing his surroundings.

Here, because it's the domain of the Action Department, the number of security personnel is greater than on other floors. Even though the majority of people have temporarily evacuated, there are still quite a few left.

It's just that they are all standing on some elevated platforms chatting idly. Even they don't want to stand in the filth, and just patrolling at such a time is already excessive, so the team leaders are not putting them in a difficult position.

With continuous observation, Brother Ni quickly found a room suspected to be the monitoring center, but the access management was very strict.

Iris scanning... Electronic identity recognition...

Fortunately, in this era, appearance is no longer unique and non-replicable. If there were still facial recognition, Brother Ni would truly not know how to get in.

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Brother Ni walked up to a security guard on duty, pulled open his hazmat suit, took out a packet of cigarettes, and handed them over.

"Can you tell me where the restroom is?"

The security guard did not take his cigarette but instead impatiently pointed in the direction of the restroom.

Even if the toilets were blown up like this, they couldn't just relieve themselves anywhere. Now with the floor sealed off, they either hold it in or go to the restroom obediently.

Brother Ni took off the equipment and placed it in a dry spot, then walked toward the restroom.

The sound of footsteps behind him made Brother Ni apprehend the situation.

There could be surveillance anywhere in the company, except in the restroom.

It's not because the company respects employees' privacy for doing their business, but because some matters require a covert place for discussion, and the restroom often assumes that role.

Excluding perverted peeping.

So, the security guard would definitely follow him to prevent these outsiders from doing anything in the restroom.

The security guard stood disdainfully at the restroom door, this place being one of the explosion points, is dirtier and smellier than other places. The entire ceiling is black, with chunks occasionally falling and splattering everywhere.

Bang!

The sound of a commotion suddenly came from the restroom, and the security immediately became alert and quickly charged in.

Upon entering the company, every cleaner was searched, and all armed prosthetics confirmed to be disabled, minimizing their combat capabilities.

But for someone like Brother Ni, even without prosthetics and weapons, he could still easily take down a dozen people.

The moment the security entered the restroom, Brother Ni was hanging upside down from the ceiling right behind him, moving so lightly that it didn't even disturb the airflow.

He held a chip, quickly and precisely inserting it into the back of the security's neck.

These people have vital sign monitors, and any slight movement might attract the Trauma Team and Zeta Technology's Action Department, let alone killing them.

So, they could only use the Demonic Puppet to paralyze their actions.

The security didn't even manage an effective response before everything went black, his whole body frozen in place like a statue.

Brother Ni gently twisted himself, and the wall-clinging prosthetic legs detached from the ceiling, landing softly on the floor.

He then, smiling, took off the security's badge and hung it on his own chest, then extended a finger to remove his own cyber eye.

"Pandora, help me replicate all of his identity information."

Two minutes later, a person wearing a Zeta Technology security uniform swaggered out of the restroom, heading towards the monitoring center.

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