The core production line affected by the flying steel accident is still under lockdown, but the machines that can be produced have all been moved out.
Carl and his compatriots walked into the room without a word...
The senior project manager of the factory, Avin Ross, appeared sowhat haggard, his originally fair skin even paler. He changed into a high-collared shirt, but the black veins extending from his neck were still visible.
Less than 24 hours after the incident, Avin’s stress had already hit the threshold:
If this matter gets out, it won’t just be about failing to et work targets. At that point, he might as well be dead.
This trendous pressure made him focus most of his attention on figuring out how to apprehend the fugitive Elliot...
He was just an ordinary worker—the first and only ti they t, both the software and prosthetics showed this.
Elliot tricked him, disappeared from his usual residence, went to the governnt building once, and then slipped into the harbor area to find a foreclosed house...
What does he want to do?
What he wants to do doesn’t matter anymore; what’s important is that he needs to organize production while cooperating with the public relations manager to eliminate this unstable factor.
The special task force had just arrived at the factory, and all he could think about was how they were going to take down Elliot...
To the point where he didn’t notice the odd atmosphere in the factory: The company uses not entirely legitimate reasons to control the workers’ personal freedom, which even violates so provisions of the "Cyber Psychosis Prevention Act," theoretically increasing the workers’ psychological pressure—
But honestly, this hasn’t really bothered them all along; none of them care.
Efficiency above all, profit first.
Avin didn’t notice that the workers, who should be under high pressure and should be expressing anger and complaints, were not voicing any discontent at this mont.
They were even more focused than usual on their work.
Carl and his coworkers silently moved to their workstations, connecting their personal links into the stations...
"Carl..."
Carl heard soone call him. He looked up and found the packing worker across his workstation staring hard at him.
Before they even started working, sweat dripped down from his forehead: What they were about to do now could cost them their lives if the company caught them.
But Carl was right.
Carl unobtrusively glanced at his fellow compatriots around, his mouth involuntarily moved, silently repeating the words he had used to persuade his coworkers one by one...
"Staying in this factory forever is death, so is not staying, one way or another it’s death, might as well trust the good brother who saved us..."
"Maybe we can pry a retirent fund out of the mouth of the European Tunnel Company for the latter half of our lives!"
Carl looked up just in ti to see the cha walking by outside: It seed they were trying to intimidate them, they could see the cha’s location clearly!
His lips moved slightly:
"Do it!"
Bang!
The machine that had just started suddenly roared, and the factory shook as if experiencing an earthquake—
The anomaly pulled Avin’s thoughts back from Elliot, filled with shock and anger!
Again? Cyber psychosis?
"Take them down!"
The mont Avin issued the command, a destructive order spread through the factory, and the clashing sounds of machinery due to erroneous commands and operations were as deafening as exploding shells, while the riot control cha kicked open the main door!
Boom!
A long steel strip flew past the molding area, drastically changing direction on the forging hamr, soaring high from the production line, directly piercing through the unmanned cha!
"Brothers, run!!"
...
"This guy nad Elliot might really be a talent... Do you know? He actually told he planted a virus in the factory."
Sevens poured a cup of tea for the person in front of him, full of admiration.
The person hesitated and said, "A virus? If it’s a virus, the Network Supervision Committee will intervene, which wouldn’t be good. Espionage could count as a cri without limit, let alone this being cybercri, which would make things very complicated."
"No, you would never guess what he said the virus was: He said it’s actually a tid ssage, set to light up at a fixed ti point within the prosthetic system of a worker in the factory... In other words, it’s just a tid ssage!
This won’t damage the European Tunnel Company’s equipnt; it doesn’t involve cybercri."
"Huh?" The person was obviously very surprised, "Then why did he say it’s a virus?"
Sevens took a sip of tea, savoring it while shaking his head, as if also savoring Elliot’s plan: "That’s the incredible part I ntioned—I was shocked the first ti I saw his plan.
The implantation of this ssage proves that he already had this thought while in the factory, aning he foresaw the situation turning into what we have today amidst the chaos...
And he even set a fixed ti to start his work! This is already an extraordinary person."
"This... when you put it that way, indeed, this guy is too audacious."
"Right! But the most impressive is yet to co: He not only planned the subsequent events at the ti but also scanned the factory’s damage and security status—
Don’t forget our Elliot has the ability to ’treat evil with evil,’ and he will provide a complete set of escape asures for this insider.
As long as they get back to the production line, they can, like... ahem, so amazing technology experts, use the system’s vulnerabilities to overload the security system on the system of the not completely repaired production line!
This way, the only obstacles left for the workers to escape are those security guards!"
The person across was taken aback after hearing it, then imdiately realized the possibility of success of this matter—
As long as that last link is tied up!
This last link is precisely why Sevens is sitting here, at the European Union Foxstone Item and Behavior Control Bureau.
The European Union has nearly stringent managent standards for any prosthetic or weapon that may cause significant harm; this is the function of the Item and Behavior Control Bureau!
"Ah... I understand, the European Tunnel Company did indeed transfer a squad from nearby after the incident, and they brought along a military cha... You want to enforce the law strictly?"
"Yes." Sevens smiled and nodded, "The European Union needs a stable environnt; citizens need a safe environnt.
The European Tunnel Company wants to strengthen security, which is understandable, especially now in special tis. Even their desire to deploy cha is understandable...
But their weapons? I suggest we enforce the law impartially; this is the European Union, and there’s nowhere where firepower is needed. The company needs to respect us."
The person was tempted: This plan is indeed astounding, regardless of its success; even if he intervenes, he’s rely enforcing the law strictly...
Sotis companies buy the right to arm themselves with money, but in the European Union, no matter how strict the control of weapons is, it’s the authority’s decision.
This is the flag, even if Sevens fails, he will not be implicated.
As for why Sevens trusts Elliot so much, he doesn’t know...
But in this kind of matter, no one can guarantee a 100% success rate, and he doesn’t have to worry about Elliot’s life or death, plus he can earn so money, so why not?
"Okay."
The two of them smiled and shook hands, and a chip subtly passed from Sevens’ large hand to the other person’s hand.
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