With inside information betraying them, the players were fully prepared for today's operation. Even without wielding weapons and combat exoskeletons, they had plenty of ways to achieve their objectives.

The security at the entrance thought the visitor looked a bit unfamiliar, but didn't dwell on it. After all, he couldn't possibly know everyone in the company, and maybe someone had just gotten plastic surgery. Besides, the visitor's badge and ID information matched, and the drone nearby didn't react, merely going through the motions by blocking Brother Ni with its arm and inquiring with a look about his purpose.

Brother Ni pointed behind him.

"Some cameras over there seem to have been water-damaged. I'm here to check if there's an issue and report to logistics to prepare replacements."

The security lowered his hand, gesturing for Brother Ni to undergo an iris scan.

Before arriving, Brother Ni and his team had enlisted the help of Medical Department players to modify their cybernetic eye interfaces to a universal version, ideally capable of directly connecting with Zeta Technology's eye products.

While not running the software and skipping debugging would cause the connected eyes to be less nimble, clumsily rotating with pixel filtering issues, passing the iris scan was a breeze.

A flash of blue light passed, the gate indicator turned green, allowing passage.

The surveillance center had no lighting equipment affecting camera footage, leaving the whole room gloomy.

The only light source in the room was the hundreds of surveillance screens on the walls, with five or six security personnel and two hackers patrolling the data fortress on hacker chairs in front of the screens.

The security inside the room saw someone entering and didn't inquire about their purpose but urged them,

"Hurry up and close the door, it stinks to high heaven in here."

Brother Ni turned around and pressed the door-close button.

Clang—

The gate slowly closed, the light from the corridor gradually walled off, leaving Brother Ni and the others in darkness.

Weight sensors, biological detection, and probably hidden infrared monitoring—Zeta Technology was extremely vigilant about the ventilation pipes, quite the hassle indeed.

Clearly, having suffered losses in such locations before, coupled with the reinforced gate control systems and armed security on each floor, not even a mosquito could get in.

But this did not mean these measures could block any intrusion, leaving them worry-free.

Exchange Coupon kept pushing a utility cart near the elevator shaft.

Brother Ni: "The surveillance center is handled; all subsequent footage will loop recorded playback. I also acquired the IP access for two hackers. Pandora, you can come in now."

Behind him, the six security guards who had been focused on watching the surveillance were now nonchalantly performing a vigorous dance in the open space.

Michael Jackson's Dangerous.

Their movements were standard, fluid, and consistent, each limb's swing perfect enough to rival professional dancers.

The moonwalk they executed—someone not in the know might have thought it was Michael resurrected.

With lights and a stage, throwing a concert wouldn't be a problem.

The deep behavior chip and forced movement Demonic Puppet used the same logical code, but the difference was that the former's user wouldn't retain memories from the procedure, while the latter would have to watch their hand lift a gun and blow their own head off.

The dance behavior program was crafted by Youzi Chef, the virus was planted by Brother Ni after subduing the first guard, then connected by the hackers to the surveillance center's intranet.

As for the two hackers, they were diligently patrolling the data fortress within the Super Dream Maze crafted by the players.

It wasn't that their skills were lacking, but their outside teammates were incapacitated first; someone directly plugged a USB into the hacker chair. During deep dives, hackers' external defenses were extremely fragile, a small handgun could end them, let alone that the hacker chairs had been exploited.

Exchange Coupon: "I'll head up the elevator shaft, while the others divert attention from my surroundings."

The elevator entrance was originally in a public area, with the staircase nearby, heavily damaged and out of most security's sight.

"Officer, please step aside, don't soil your shoes."

A player pushed a mop, carrying a load of filth towards the security monitoring standby.

"Damn! Can't you watch where you're going?"

The security quickly stepped back, almost getting dirt on his shoes.

"Apologies, officer."

The player grinned sheepishly, apologizing.

"Could you please stand farther away and return after I clean this up?"

"..."

The security glanced around and, seeing nothing suspicious, reluctantly stepped back, giving Exchange Coupon an opportunity.

He quickly took out a triangular key, poking it into the lock at the elevator door frame. This kind of key didn't require specific configuration; like a pin for opening a phone SIM card slot, almost every elevator had this. Its only function was to open elevator doors for maintenance in a power outage, unrelated to Zeta Technology.

Key inserted, the elevator door sprung open a crack. Exchange Coupon immediately wedged his fingers in, prying the elevator door open, then pulled out his gear from the utility cart and jumped into the elevator shaft. Nearby players promptly reclosed the elevator door and continued pushing the utility cart, feigning nothing had happened.

They were all dressed in sealed hazmat suits, indistinguishable from Exchange Coupon.

Swoosh—

A grappling hook shot out, whisking the battle-suited Exchange Coupon up the elevator shaft.

Simultaneously, he activated the Optical Invisibility Exoskeleton detached from Agent Huangban. A cloaked bat rapidly ascended, quickly reaching the 38th floor.