"The local area network of some underground club? I don't dare to board this ship. Who knows if there are any messy addictive viruses in it."

'Red Dream Club will accompany you into the pink dreamland.'

Advertisements on street signs light up again.

‘Red Dream Club, isn’t it just next door to Diaojie Street? It opens in broad daylight? Isn’t it so dedicated?’

All simulator data interactions in reality will eventually be merged into data packets and uploaded to the cyber network.

The senior engineer waited for another moment, but instead of waiting for any transportation, he heard various gunshots, as if two groups of invisible men and horses were fighting.

The senior engineer stood on the highway as if he were in the middle of a street battle.

"Okay, in reality, two gangs were fighting. Both sides used a large number of neural connection weapons, and a large amount of pseudo-sensory data was transmitted."

"It's not surprising. Many gangs in the city that never sleeps are actually funded by companies. For example, if a military contractor wants to verify the performance of a certain street weapon, he will spend money to build a gang."

The senior engineer regretted it a bit. If he had known earlier, he would not have connected to the Internet in the outer city. What the hell!

After the gunfire, the highway suddenly cracked open, and an elevator rose from the ground and rose directly into the air.

"Data migration of the mechanical mastermind!"

The senior engineer's eyes lit up, he took two steps in three steps and pressed the elevator button.

3rd floor, 4th floor, 5th floor, 6th floor.

No level stops.

Blood continuously overflowed from the cracks.

Senior Engineer understood that this was the data migration of yesterday's "Population Cleanup Plan".

The machine mastermind needs to know how much human waste was cleared out yesterday.

'Ding!'

The elevator on the 26th floor finally stopped, the door opened, and the strong smell of blood hit us.

The inside looked like it had just been cleaned, and there were dried blood stains on the floor.

The senior engineer walked in and the elevator door closed.

The next moment, data migration begins.

'Ding!'

'Ding!'

'Ding!'

'Ding!'

'Ding!'

The magic sound is repeatedly fed into the brain.

Electronic phantom sounds? Simulation signals? Data fragments?
Chapter completed!