Kenyans are particularly good at network compilation.
They can even take on outsourced projects from companies.
Baseball Bat has two older brothers and a younger sister.
When he could reach the factory window, he started using the Super Sensing Chip, gradually growing into a hacker from disinfecting illegal chips.
With many teachers, he learned quickly.
Baseball Bat started prospecting in cyberspace early on, using the money earned to upgrade his prosthetic body and take care of his family.
John grew increasingly impressed.
The only ti he accessed the cyber deep web was when he burned the doctor who wanted to kill him with Black Light at a black clinic.
Baseball Bat felt very grateful to John.
"There are many grey channels in the Whistle Community. Next ti I’ll find a chance to take you around and find so gifts to thank you."
[New contact created - Baseball Bat]
John exchanged contact information with him, then rode his motorcycle back from the South District, receiving a ssage from Tinfoil on the way, telling him to return to Harbor Company now.
The streets were cold and desolate.
Dawn and dusk are the most exhausting tis.
[Eden City - Harbor Company]
Eden crossed his arms, feeling slightly fatigued as he picked up his coffee, sighing as he noticed John.
"Always getting into trouble."
"Talking about ? You should ask Tinfoil, it was her online friend who got their door kicked in by Plato."
John was defiant.
Tinfoil frowned as she passed him, making a fist gesture. "I called you back to share information, stop being dramatic."
She sent John a file through the team channel.
John’s cybernetic eye flashed.
Once again, he saw the photo of the Serum and the three Ghouls.
Tinfoil didn’t want to involve Baseball Bat, so she didn’t ntion it at the ti, only telling John after confirming it with Eden upon returning to the company.
She pointed to the strongest Ghoul in the photo.
"This person’s nickna is Butcher."
"What?"
John felt a sense of familiarity.
Eden, dressed in a dark vest, spoke calmly. "The cyber psychopath who attacked Plato’s Warehouse not long ago was him. This is a photo of the recovered corpse at the scene..."
John opened the file.
Butcher’s eyes had been modified into tactical goggles, his mouth connected to a filtration valve for the respiratory system, his side blasted to pieces, with hardly any original skin left on his body.
All high-grade implants.
Exoskeleton parts were scattered next to the corpse.
John continued to browse the file, several blurry video screenshots—Butcher, transford into a heavy ch monster, wielding a heavy machine gun in a sea of fire.
Combining Baseball Bat’s intelligence:
The Serum disappearance is related to Plato, specific details unknown. Six months later, Butcher, transford into a monster, attacked Plato’s Warehouse, which housed technology related to mory editing.
Bismarck is going around killing to silence people.
He clearly hasn’t gotten everything he wanted.
"According to John’s information, Plato’s experints used Tiebang Logistics’ employees as expendables."
Eden gradually frowned, feeling annoyed.
"What exactly are these companies up to?"
Harbor Company has no vested interest in this matter, it’s just summarizing the intelligence.
John, however, felt increasingly troubled.
He didn’t reveal Black Light’s secret, only stating that his last job had issues, and now that Tiebang Logistics is involved, he might be caught up in so corporate intrigue.
Tinfoil intends to use the Serum files for research.
She plans to gradually release information, drawing Bismarck’s attention away to prevent Baseball Bat and John from being hunted down.
Eden waved his hand nonchalantly and transferred a sum of money.
He said it was as if Harbor Company had bought it—the information before the legendary hacker’s disappearance, if related to Pandora’s Box, would be significant to any field.
Before leaving.
Eden reminded John again to attend training on ti.
[Mission: Minor (completed)]
[Reward: Plato’s Banquet BI-06, compensation]
John rode his motorcycle back to the Dan Street Apartnt.
He lay in bed after washing up, the sky gradually brightening, the protection of the night soon to fade for the sensitive.
A certain hollow fatigue and unease climbed into the heart of the nightwalker with the sunlight.
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