"He’s dood."
There is nothing unusual, at the focal point of this journey to Hell, no insane robots, unbeatable riot factories, no perilous self-destruct traps...
No conspiracy, just a body in the process of dissolving.
This is the culprit that triggered the explosion in the power room. When the cha entered the control room, he was lying in front of the console, his body already starting to soften, mixed with bones and prosthetics disgustingly like the imagined Soft Mud Monster that had eaten a person.
However, surprisingly, he was indeed not dead yet.
The reason for not dying is...
[Munemasa: ...People say the most famous cyber monster in the world is Adam Hamr, with only the brain being original, showcasing the strength of Arasaka Security...]
[Munemasa: But this man is not much worse. His skin has been completely replaced with industrial skin that provides so radiation protection, none of his internal organs are original, and all his artificial glands are modified to withstand high-radiation working environnts...]
[Munemasa: Besides the brain and circulating blood, there’s not much original left in this person.]
[Munemasa: I know that so technical talents in production departnts undergo such modifications, but in a certain sense, such talents are even rarer than cyber rcenaries like Adam Hamr.]
"Hehe... you ca... I told you I was right..."
The "Soft Mud Monster" lying on the console is plugged full of neural connection components, clearly showing these cables directly connected to his spine, vertebrae, and brain, just like those legendary insane hackers.
Sevens slowly approached this guy, also shocked inside:
This is impossible; the European Union controls the degree of prosthetic augntation for civilians. If soone has so many implants, he would definitely be a key monitoring target...
Because generally, such people appear more often in laboratories.
Even the revenge-focused Elliot was stunned: because to a certain extent, he suddenly recalled Carl’s corpse after being smashed.
High prosthetic augntation is considered unnecessary and insane in social consensus, but slightly differs among different groups:
Among rcenaries, it’s madness and strength; in managers’ eyes, it’s an experint; in workers’ eyes...
It’s a tragic situation of maintaining livelihood by becoming a production machine under continuous pressure.
Sevens spoke: "...You were waiting for us—you’re dying, make it brief, what do you want to do."
"Hehe... if not like this, who would care? Visconti deserves to die!"
Elliot beca more furious hearing this: "Visconti will soon be caught by Interpol! Instead, you, how many people have you killed?!"
"Visconti is just a dog—gurgling... Visconti is just a dog... haha, Interpol is also a dog, a systematic dog, killing a stray dog occasionally fed..."
"Focus, you might have less than a minute—Terence Fleming, what happened to Harlin Eck?"
Sevens pulled out a badge from a pile of rotten flesh—he seed even more urgent than this cyber psychopath, but he hid it well.
Elliot didn’t strike in response: he’s not blind, this monster who killed Carl, sabotaged the entire factory, and endangered the old East Germany district is more painful than death, directly killing him might even set him free.
Why is he suffering so much?
"Hehehe..."
Terence Fleming’s voice erged, and bubbles surfaced from the rotten flesh, the voice resembling a drowning person frantically calling underwater, every call for help bringing seawater into the lungs, extrely painful, yet he had to shout...
Because it’s instinct.
"I’m not Terence... I’m... Harlin Eck... grggrg..."
The first ssage froze everyone present.
However, his vocal organs were soon covered in softened flesh, finally only able to emit strange vibrations, making it impossible to discern what he was saying.
As Elliot and Alina were still processing this information, Sevens’ pupils contracted, unable to remain calm, imdiately reaching out towards the guy’s throat—
Since the flesh has already rotted, it ans it doesn’t matter to peel it open, as long as the vocal organs can still make sound!
But he was already dead!
The sound completely ceased, even the neural links on him could no longer control the current and were overloaded, directly emitting black smoke and sparks!
Psshh!
Just when everyone thought it was over, the console activated so condition and started playing a prerecorded audio.
[I’m Harlin Eck, the IEC thought they’d killed , but who they killed wasn’t , it was my colleague Terence.]
[Even before the Cyber-Psychosis Special Task Force, I had already negotiated with our colleagues and the integrating IEC:]
[Their restored nuclear power generation technology uses special molten salt material and energy power systems; I don’t know how they devised it, but this system is immature, requiring 24-hour monitoring and technical modifications.]
[Thanks to special tal compound molten salt and split energy power designs, this power generation technology is highly efficient in nuclear utilization, but the downside is the core power room design is flawed and exceeds nuclear contamination output.]
[This ans that the nuclear radiation endured by the core staff is several tis higher than that of a conventional nuclear power plant, and they still need to maintain high-intensity work.]
[This is unreasonable.]
[But... but my daughter... my dear Shari... she said she had a relationship with soone from the Visconti family...]
[It’s ridiculous! We are in the European Union, in Germany, renowned as a worker’s family, generation after generation of workers. When the Soviets marched into Berlin, my ancestors carried guns to fight in, and when the Soviets stationed in East Germany, my ancestors ca with skills and hamrs.]
[Everyone thanked us for liberating Germany, driving out the nobles. Every year awards were given, our spirit was propagated, but in the end, I just wanted us to have a good working environnt, better treatnt, and they refused!]
[The IEC can easily manipulate our work. Just one sentence and they can make all enterprises refuse to employ us, or they would face military and economic sanctions. And the European Union? They just watch, completely indifferent!]
[And my daughter... my daughter does not believe in getting rich through hard work. She, like all the children in the old East German region, is connected to the network, her eyes filled with the life of nobles and big businessn, a lifestyle as if made of gold...]
[Heh, the European Union praises us online, but in reality, my children just want to beco a piece of at to be dominated.]
[I watched her small in my arms, calling daddy for the first ti, and also saw her turn into a rotten piece of at just to get close to those bastards...]
[Shari... why did it have to be this way? I simply didn’t have ti to watch her grow up bit by bit...]
[I let Terence down, it was I who initiated this movent, but in the end, I withdrew from the negotiations...]
[The negotiations failed.]
[Yet Terence didn’t resent ; instead, he gave this opportunity...]
[If it weren’t for him, I would never have known, my daughter had really turned into rotten at.]
[Shari hadn’t co ho for a long ti, I was very worried about her, but Terence told he could help investigate, the only condition was...]
[He wanted to exchange European Barrier identity recognition hardware with because he knew this bunch of maggots wouldn’t give up.]
[He said he could die, but I couldn’t: because I was more familiar with this technology than he was, and also more of a coward.]
[He said I was more cultured, and he wanted to finish what I hadn’t accomplished...]
[Terence found out the truth and was also killed by the Visconti scum.]
[He said: when I gathered them and told them they must unite and fight for tomorrow, it was when he was most motivated.]
[He said, the movent I initiated had already deceived him, just like those things the European Union always propagates deceived him, even though neither the EU nor I really believe in those things, those... ideologies.]
[He wanted to finish...]
[But what kind of response will a movent that was already difficult and then dissolved because of my betrayal still get?]
[Terence, you are more suited for this role than I am, I’m just soone seeking benefits, you’re right, I don’t believe in those ideologies at all. If those things were truly effective, how could my daughter... beco like this?]
[I don’t know how to continue... until I saw soone riding a whale across the strait...]
[Could it be that only cyber psychosis can attract attention?]
[No... the IEC has already learned its lesson, I don’t know how you did it, I don’t know... but I know if things go on like this, no one will ever know Terence, no one will ever pay for his death, no one will ever know what Visconti really did!]
[Visconti is just a dog; soone in the Central Committee is supporting their human trafficking, the ones who...]
[Those Golden Sons!]
[If there is no cyber psychosis, then I will beco a cyber psychosis, I am a cyber psychosis, you must investigate here, you must discover how many co-workers have already suffered from radiation sickness, you must let their sacrifice...]
[Co to light...]
[The Golden Sons cannot take away our accomplishnts!]
[I will beco a cyber lunatic!]
Gurgle gurgle gurgle...
Terence... or rather, Harlin’s "speaker" vibrated the rotten flesh, emitting a gurgling sound.
The sound was like a drowning man frantically shouting in the water, with each cry for help causing seawater to flood into his lungs, unbearably painful, but he must shout...
Because it is instinct.
The erupting power plant gradually extinguished under the bombardnt of rain and coolant, the sound drowned out by the roaring gale, even the damaged core was steadily sealed by spare protective plates...
The great explosion that Harlin Elliot spoke of didn’t arrive, perhaps it was just to make the three quicken their pace, or maybe his body could no longer support him in making a destructive move.
No one could fathom the mind of a madman.
The wind howled, extinguishing the erupting volcano, the entire city operating in silence.
But the typhoon had not yet passed.
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