"I don't need to wear a helmet. Besides, the entire nervous system is not located in the brain."

Under Hong's shocked eyes, the engineer inserted the chips into the inside of his forearm one by one. With each chip inserted, a violent data flow penetrated the nervous system and turned into a wonderful combination of neuron signals.

Without an implanted warehouse, there is naturally no restriction from the implanted warehouse. As long as the nervous system can bear it, there is no problem for a senior engineer to have hacker chips inserted all over his body.

The experiment concluded that every time a chip is inserted, the pressure on the nervous system will increase.

For every 10 points of perception, one chip is charged.

So in theory, the number of hacker chips that senior engineers can implant now is 10.

A hacker monster was born.

…

On a rainy night, I showed up at the door of the killer's stronghold with a knife and no umbrella.

Unexpectedly, there was a long queue at the door.

There are also many conspicuous signs at the door.

‘New era killer, new era idol’

‘Killing, collecting corpses, condolences to family members, self-cultivation of killers’

‘Assassin’s League, the debut of the killer group’

‘How to cultivate your own fan base, how to maintain your own personality, how to live broadcast assassinations, a seven-day crash course on the Assassination League’

"..."

Brother Umbrella checked several times before he was sure that he was not in the wrong place.

"Brother, are you here to do this too?" A handsome boy in front of him turned his head and asked.

Brother Umbrella nodded.

"What did you originally do?"

Brother Umbrella thought for a while and then said in a strange way: "Novelist."

"Then you are not professional enough."

"Your profession?"

"I am a very good barber. My goal is to kill bad guys and make a lot of money!"

After waiting in line for an hour, and making an appointment with the handsome guy in front of me to eat beef brisket together at some time, it was finally my turn to bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.

The three judges looked at him with scrutiny.

"Name?"

"Umbrella."

"Race?"

On a rainy night, I glanced at the player board with a knife but no umbrella, and said: "Native."

"gender?"

"……male."

"Speciality?"

"Speciality?"

"What are you good at, what are your hobbies, skills, etc." A middle-aged female judge said impatiently.

"Assassin, don't you just need to kill people," he said after being silent for a while with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

"What era do you have these concepts in? Nowadays, to be a killer, you have to pay attention to the decathlon."

"Let me ask you, can you sing?"

"Won't."

"Can you dance?"

"Won't."

"If you can't sing and dance rap, why are you a killer!?"
Chapter completed!