[Munemasa: A very old-fashioned company communication device, truly a relic.]
When infrared and ultraviolet rays are used for information transmission, they do not follow known network protocols. These are two separate communication systems.
In the network warehouse, when entering cyberspace, if there is equipnt that can interact with these rays such as infrared probes and monitors, then there will be corresponding manifestations in cyberspace, with the rays becoming more apparent based on their intensity or the sensitivity of the observation instrunts.
In a place like Rebirth Nightclub, filled with light pollution, this observation effect is not obvious, which ans in cyberspace, this might be just slightly different from communication background noise.
Moreover, this type of signal transmission requires encryption using a very primitive communication cipher table, which not many human hackers can detect as abnormal.
Lark is a forr ace agent of the New Arican Intelligence Bureau, from whom AI has been extracted. After the AI extraction, her capability is limited to human scope, and Lille believes she could easily extract those three outside, unfortunately, those three are bait.
Little Octopus might notice these rays.
But Little Octopus... isn’t sensitive to these things. If there were a cipher table, it could imdiately identify the anomaly, but unfortunately, it doesn’t have one.
Munemasa is different. Most of the world’s top agents are from Arasaka, and in covert communication, he truly ranks first, while Munemasa was Arasaka’s think tank before the old net collapsed.
He felt that the observed rays earlier had a high likelihood of being a ans of communication, so he alerted Lille.
Lille is even more different, the computational power of the quantum computer is beyond imagination. Deciphering codes certainly presents difficulties, but through complex comparison and calculation with ambient light, he’s sure that thing is a signal device!
As for respecting Rogel?
Rogel wouldn’t feel disrespected.
The scale of Rebirth Nightclub has expanded, the originally single-layer underground structure has evidently evolved into two layers, and the luxury suite Lille once visited has erged, becoming a special suite superior to other compartnts—
Under Rogel’s hesitating gaze, Lille directly found the access point and generously connected.
In just a mont, Lille accessed Rebirth’s network and breached all cybersecurity limitations, gained core control.
The complete underground spatial structure unfolded before Lille, surprising him even more...
"I say... can you not be so grandiose? Are you really... really Burger King?"
Rogel’s voice ca from behind.
She also wanted to be sowhat assertive, but the bodyguards beside her were not focused on her anymore, their expressions filled with confusion and intrigue when looking at Lille, and upon closer inspection, there was a hint of excitent and admiration...
The hacker even shut down his security equipnt, the prosthetic eye continuously flashing with red text and incomprehensible scrambled codes, not daring to breathe.
To rcenaries, Lille is the most exaggerated legend this city has ever seen, not only for his impossible feats but because he possesses the ability all rcenaries crave, the ability for freedom.
This city likes to call those who freely choose how to die a legend, honoring those who stand proud before death. Unfortunately, such people are all dead, hence no living legends remain.
If this truly is Lille... then he has broken that vicious cycle.
As for hackers, their understanding of free will slightly differs, but they better comprehend and fear other legends surrounding Lille:
A roaming AI, Soul Killer, Black Wall, Network Supervision, corporate agent...
He has faced all the technology barriers of this era that instill despair, yet he lives!
Not only lives but confronts the storm each ti in unimaginable ways, at worst erging as equals!
This isn’t the internet era: modern hackers harbor a peculiar complaint; they believe now if it were the internet era rather than 2077 where every hardware is under corporate control, they would have been more formidable.
Within such context, Lille still achieves this level, how can these self-proclaid smart hackers not be afraid?
Rogel is indeed the queen of Rebirth, but this city has always revered strength; being the queen here is because she can bring in business, run the nightclub well, offer everyone a chance at life, not aning everyone who hears news worships her.
If she orders the bodyguards forward to act, facing V and Jack, they would shiver inside, but V and Jack haven’t been without losses in the past two years; they can still bolster their spirits: Maybe the incomplete Burger King trading foolish big shots isn’t truly invincible.
Add Lille?
They can’t muster the motivation to work.
Rogel’s question made everyone hold their breath: Lille’s appearance has never been publicly on the network before because his audio-visual information before disappearance was all encrypted. Even those lucky company dogs who have seen him alive only witnessed so mosaics and scrambled codes with their prosthetic eyes.
Yes, two years have passed, Lille’s image lives only in the minds of those who absolutely won’t betray him, whether out of friendship or fear.
Rogel does rember, but... like her rcenary bodyguards, this guess only because Lille was ahead of V and Jack, while the two figured bigwigs had no objections.
V heard the question and chuckled, sowhat mockingly: "Rogel, is your brain not right?"
Soone gulped, failing to control their throat, the sound was a bit loud—
So it’s true!
That man... that man is right here!
"...Alright, you take care of the venue." Rogel pinched the center of her brow with one hand, waved to her subordinates with the other, and fell in behind Lille into the suite.
Though it’s called a suite, apart from lacking a bed, it’s a luxury suite with spacious handmade stitched sofas, gleaming marble operating panels, an advanced thermostat system, and a fridge filled with food and liquor...
Compared to a normal suite, it’s noticeably more personalized because this place is practically reserved by V and Jack, two big brothers with mbership cards have realized their dream of having a private suite in Rebirth.
Lille looked at the surrounding environnt, recalling when they first ca to Rebirth, that ti they had just leveled Six Street Gang, genuinely made a na in Night City’s underground world, preparing for the shocking corporate Biotechnology Building heist.
Back then, he was a sickly young man, with a second life, running for this second chance, racing against Death God.
Now, he is a legendary returnee, body and will like steel.
Lille looked at his palms: the skin on these palms is made from bionic material, beneath the synthetic human skin, the veins are circulating special synthetic liquid far denser than blood.
Shaking off distractions, Lille said: "Seems like this isn’t really a place for serious discussion."
Because Ryan and Perares aren’t here, Hansen isn’t here, nor are there those rebellious and untaable gang leaders, it looks entirely like a place for relaxation.
V laughed, saying to Lille: "Guess correctly, then guess why I brought you here, smart brain?"
Guess?
Lille imdiately figured it out: "Too easy to guess, because the entrance is here."
V instantly beca less interested: originally hoping to see Lille’s frowned, puzzled expression, and the speechless surprised look after entering the destination.
Because the first ti she used this facility, she was like that.
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