MTL - Night Hacker-Chapter 17 brain-to-brain contact

   Chapter 17 Brain-to-Brain Contact

   Bullets hit in succession, the sea of ​​rubbish flipped, and the scraps splashed.

   The alien species was immediately provoked, and the bullets that were shot couldn't knock it down at all. It only splashed some flesh or smashed some garbage, but together with the bullets, it immediately became a new part of its body.

  It made a strange roar, like the sound of various wires and electrical appliances short-circuiting at the same time.

   It jumped suddenly, and the whole behemoth jumped up the highway and rushed towards the convoy.

   Behind is swirling garbage, the sky is pouring black rain, and the distance is thick smoke.

   The muscular men of the game gang saw that they were about to start, and they also pulled the trigger one after another, and the firearms in their hands spurted sparks.

   But with the hand of the alien, an entire pickup truck was instantly overturned, and several muscular men fell to the ground in shock.

   "Damn..." Brother Zhuang panicked a little, and half of his metal head flashed some electricity, "Fight it!"

   He jumped out of the carriage, the muscle mad professional department J-level program: ten times the muscle

   Brother Zhuang's knotted muscles immediately swelled a few times, and even his head swelled up, appearing even more bloody.

   He jumped over a distance of more than ten meters, and his huge fists smashed at the alien at the same time, and slammed into a garbage TV screen at the position of its chest. It suddenly blew the already worn out screen, and his fists sank deep into it.

   This punch can pierce a strong man.

   However, the xenomorph was not knocked down, not even a single shake.

   At the same time, the rotten cloth let out a burst of laughter in the dark, "Trash!"

   He was taunting and calling. In the classic pilot goggles, there were columns of 0s and 1s flashing, and the program started.

   J-level program of scavenger occupation: everything is available

   Some of the e-waste on the alien body flickered brightly, as if it was called by the rags to send out electrical stimulation.

   "Fuck it..." Brother Zhuang exclaimed, and was thrown by the more and more violent alien, and smashed heavily into the sea of ​​garbage on the side of the road.

"Strong, I told you about it." In the truck over there, Lorna was smoking a cigarette and was really speechless: "Faced with these extraordinary things, you can't even handle guns and guns. If you only have muscles, no matter how much you practice. It's all for nothing."

   She watched the alien coming towards the truck, her spirit was faint, and her personality integrity had not recovered much these days...

   "Captain?" Several female mercenaries asked anxiously, asking her to decide how to fight.

  Lorna took another deep puff of cigarette, and a voice faintly came to mind, it was Gu He's Cowherd saying:

  【If you want to find your true self, you must accept yourself completely…】

   She closed her eyes, so many memories flashed through in an instant, her heart almost stopped from pain.

   It’s been a long time since I remembered that time, thinking about abandoning it, but I never forgot it.

   Yes, Lorna Ludd, the daughter of bone and blood, once was surrounded by the street crowd and once rode on their shoulders.

   Her missing right hand used to wave the flag of bone and blood so forcefully.

   Lanbu's wanton singing came, as if everyone sang with passion:

   "My child, my blood, her name is Lorna Lude, and her name is Liuguang City!"

   But the stench of garbage around her seeped into her nose, and the cold and odorous rain hit her face, reminding her that it was not fifteen years ago, and she was no longer that five-year-old child.

   She is a blood blade in the mud pool, a mercenary, an extraordinary hunter.

   Rotten cloth mocked so hard, as if mocking his past self like this would make him feel more comfortable.

   This kind of person betrayed the bone and blood and insulted the bone and blood.

   "I'll get it done."

  Lorna suddenly opened her eyes, holding an unburned cigarette in her left hand, and the blood-red huge alien right hand exploded just as the rudimentary species approached!

   One end was connected to her shoulder, and countless blood threads rushed out, flying all over the sky in the black rain.

   This is the right hand, and also the nerve bundle.

   A right hand compressed from countless neural transmission pipes.

   Hunter Profession Department J-level Program: Neural Invasion

The tiny blood threads in the sky flew over a distance of several meters or more than ten meters in an instant. Some of them stuck to the heads of the alien species, and the other part ran past the garbage roadblocks at both ends of the expressway, and stuck to the members of the Mud Gang with their voices. brain.

  After a garbage dump, the rotten cloth was stunned. Several blood threads stuck to his forehead, passed through the flesh, and inserted straight into the gap in the skull, instantly connecting with his brain nerves.

  Suddenly felt a strange feeling that something ghost was forcibly invaded his head.

   is impacting and blasting, just like a virus breaking through a firewall.

   "Brain-to-brain contact..." The rotten cloth was suddenly frightened.

   He hurriedly took out his knife to cut off those bloodshot threads, but he cut off one after another, and his scalp would be scraped off; all the **** around were in a mess.

   On the other side, the rudimentary xenomorph whose head was also wrapped in blood threads let out a sullen roar, stagnating in place and unable to move.

   "Captain!" The female mercenaries looked nervously. With the integrity of the regiment's personality that collapsed at any time, this was tantamount to suicide...

  Lorna's face was calm, and the messy wires and silicon strips between her black hair suddenly glowed with brilliance.

   In just a few seconds, the nerves are accelerating, accelerating, accelerating… overspeeding.

   Hunter Occupational Department Q-level program: information turbulence

  The flying, **** nerve bundles have physically connected her head, the head of the alien species, the heads of rotten cloth and others, like a bright red and treacherous spider web.

   This is a neural network, which is dominated by her.

   "Don't you like to pick up garbage, how can you miss such a large amount of junk information?"

  Suddenly, a thought came to her mind, at the same time when this sentence was transmitted to the minds of Ranbu and the others.

   She waved the nerve bundles in her hand, and thanked Granny Ajin. After the mirror box therapy for the past few days, this hand is very useful, otherwise she would not be able to exert the procedural power like she is now.

  The thousands of blood-stained lines all burst into light, and the spider webs were dripping blood—

   In this world, living flesh and blood have consciousness, and consciousness is data. At this moment, the consciousness data of the embryonic alien species is forcibly blasted, and with the neural network formed by these blood threads, it rushes to each head.

   "Ah!" The rotten cloth suddenly screamed, and all kinds of indescribable alien information kept rushing into his mind.

  What did he see, what was that…blood, giant shadows, overturned worlds, clutter, flies, no light…

   At the same time screaming, falling to the ground, bleeding from seven orifices, and rolling on the ground, there are many more.

  Information overload, information overload…

  Whether it is a programmer's rotten cloth or ordinary people, they simply can't bear it.

   It is like a person who has been irradiated by strong light for more than ten days, until the person is completely crazy.

   Over there, Brother Zhuang, who couldn't afford to be injured, stunned and saw that the nerves all over his face were violently jumping, and he was extremely speeding.

  ! After all, the rotten head couldn't take it any longer. It was washed away by the turbulent flow of information, and the flesh and blood of the head burst open, leaving only an empty skull, still wearing the pair of classic pilot goggles.

  The pieces of flesh and blood fell at the same time as the rain, and the body of the rotten cloth shook and fell into the rotten garbage.

  The pair of eyeballs that couldn't fly, were trapped in the glasses.

   There seems to be a different kind of grief in the horrified eyes, which is the picture of the past years...

  Boom, bang, bang, the heads of the trash guys burst open one after another.

   The consciousness information of the alien species lost its carrier, so it was lost, made mistakes, and collapsed, and the huge embryonic species suddenly shook.

   The blood threads are getting tighter and tighter, causing greater brain pressure on this alien head that has stopped functioning and lost its strength.

  Suddenly, the head, which was mixed with countless garbage and rot, exploded into countless fragments.

   This embryonic species that suddenly fell on the highway became another huge piece of garbage in the mud pond.

   The turbulent flow of information is over, and the battle is over.

   "Haha!" Brother Zhuang exclaimed in ecstasy, "I said it, I said it, this is the second main programmer ha! You dare to provoke her!"

  The female mercenaries did not have the joy of victory, they nervously supported Captain Lorna, who was unsteady under her feet.

   The one who participated in the turbulent flow of information just now was the head of the group.

   She is the one who controls the storm, but she is also at the center of the storm...

   The fingers holding the cigarette were trembling weakly, the soot was knocked down by the black rain, but the fire was not extinguished.

The wires and silicon strips between her hair became dim, Lorna took a deep breath, the stench of garbage and the thick smoke pierced her lungs, and there was a bit of blood, her eyes became hazy, I don't know if she was blinded by blood or her personality. Disintegrating in a trance.

   She seemed to feel that her native right hand was still waving something, and she seemed to hear a song.

   It was a childish voice, full of hope and passion, singing high:

   "Her name is Lorna Lude, her name is Liuguang City, our future, our future..."

   This piece was originally updated at 7pm, so let’s update it earlier today! Thank you Jiang Qi for donating 100,000 coins to become the third leader of this book, true love, thank you!

   (end of this chapter)