Mr. Balbo, Amilcarre Zhao's auxiliary officer, is undergoing daily training.
In his field of vision, there were three virtual characters. They were all Matsushima Hiro.
Unlike some gangsters who "just put on a facade", Mr. Balbo can retrieve data and even use external computing resources to make the simulation close to reality.
These data include the prosthetic parameters registered by Hiro Matsushima at the Paralympic Games decades ago, as well as data from the competition.
Even when Matsushima Hiro worked for them and they reciprocated by installing security measures for Matsushima Hiro, some technicians would directly call out Matsushima Hiro's experience convolution.
After all, he is just a civilian warrior.
The virtual person created in this way is not much different from the athlete Hiroshi Matsushima from decades ago, except for being a little less flexible in "decision-making".
Mr. Balbo quickly waved his fist in the air, and after ten minutes, he knocked down the two "Virtual Matsushima Hiro" to the ground.
He often does this kind of training.
Although "simulation" is still inferior to real people, it is cheaper and can be done anytime and anywhere. You can even choose any recorded warrior from all over the world.
The martial arts of government warriors are definitely not weak.
At this time, the "virtual image" suddenly disappeared. Reality appeared in front of him instantly.
An affairs officer stood in front of him, his prosthetic eyes focused on his fists, looking quite nervous.
Mr. Balbo was a little impatient: "What's wrong? I remember..." He compared the data in his mind: "From the monitoring class?"
Broadcasting has the problem of being "difficult to regulate". The technical content of this thing is really low. Anyone who knows how to do it can just find some scraps in any wilderness settlement and make a working broadcasting equipment.
.And the large-scale deployment of electromagnetic wave interference may affect your normal work.
Therefore, the patrons have always adopted a resigned attitude towards ordinary broadcasters.
They really want to take care of it, but they don’t have the energy to take care of it one by one.
But you can't really just ignore it completely.
The purpose of the existence of the human gene bank is to perpetuate the "human" species. The survival of the human population is the only obligation recognized by the Dyson Principle.
To be an enemy to the power of the human gene pool is to hinder the continuation of mankind.
Every knight-errant is undoubtedly an anti-humanist.
And every broadcaster is a potential anti-humanist.
Their existence will threaten the safety of human life. Therefore, under the logic of the extension of Dyson's principle, the protectors have the right to eliminate them.
Therefore, every lord will have a small team responsible for monitoring.
The number of broadcasters in an area is always limited. Logically speaking, one person should be able to monitor several channels.
The reason why it is a "squad" is because the degree of cyborgization of these listeners is not too high. This is to prevent someone's broadcast signal from being transformed into some kind of poison after being converted by a special transcoder - after all, the world
As we all know, today's computer technology standards are all formulated by those people including "that person".
The new generation of internal strength masters also use the teaching materials written by "that person".
And the emergence of knights among "those people" means that there is no absolutely safe entrance at all.
Any input port may become a source of intrusion.
There is also another benefit to the low level of prosthetics. Even if those responsible for monitoring are infected by the fallacies in the broadcast, they will not be able to cause huge damage.
The human body is simply too weak.
It's just...
For most officers of the Gene Bank Armed Forces, being in charge of the monitoring squad often means "sitting on the bench."
Signor Balbo barely remembered the poor fellow.
The affairs officer whispered: "Sir, we have monitored a restless guy. He is broadcasting the movements of our troops."
"Ah?" Mr. Balbo was a little confused: "What kind of idiot is this? No...that's not right. How come even this kind of idiot dares to come out and ridicule us now?"
A written report appeared in his eyes. He followed the report and found the broadcast channel.
Signor Balbo went to the window.
He did hear what was described in the report. The host of this broadcast was broadcasting the number of people in their Jayhawk City army, their branch locations, density, the number and location of vehicles, aircraft models and even the density of drones visible to the naked eye.
.
These can all be estimated quickly and visually using the visual plug-in. The visual plug-in will neatly divide the observed scene area into countless equal-sized squares, and then randomly sample and calculate the average number of people in some squares, and then based on a series of complex
Statistical algorithms are used to derive a set of numbers that are as close to reality as possible.
This is not useless information.
No matter how highly organized the protectors are, they cannot break through physical limitations. If scattered troops want to assemble, they need to move. And each soldier's prosthetic body is also standardized, and the speed can be measured.
And limited by distance, weather, terrain, and the status of the soldier's prosthetic body, the tactics that can be chosen in the wilderness are not unlimited.
This level of intelligence can at least tell the listener how the Jayhawk City army is likely to act in the next twelve hours, and what kind of formation they may have in the wilderness.
"It's really unbearable." Mr. Balbo hit the back of his head: "Your Excellency Bengel's death has indeed made some harmful fungi ready to stir up trouble."
In just one sentence, he had already called up the distribution of all troops in the entire city, and then compared it with what was described in the broadcast.
Since the earth is a curved surface, no matter how high a person stands, he will always see the "horizon". The distant scenery will be blocked by the earth - and this distance is often only a few kilometers to more than ten kilometers away.
Not to mention, there are huge buildings in this city.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mr. Balbo quickly relied on algorithms to deduce the possible location of the observer.
The next step is to retrieve satellite images.
"Oh, it's true." He shook his head: "Industrial-grade prosthetic body? A good worker is not a good worker, but he becomes an anti-humanity element..."
The affairs officer whispered: "We hope to report again..."
"No need. This guy's behavior was to assist the knights, which obviously endangered the lives of others and violated the Dyson Principles."
Not anyone in the Asylum camp can arbitrarily declare others to have lost asylum. Many overly obvious behaviors, such as murder and theft, can be automatically determined by the system.
However, the behavior of "broadcasting" is only on the "line" and can only be decided by cadres with at least official status in the human gene bank.
"People who are loyal to the cadre himself" can also be counted.
In the system of Dyson's Principle, all actions of those who are loyal to someone are the responsibility of the person they are loyal to - simply put, if someone who is loyal to the lord violates the Dyson Principle, then it is equivalent to if the lord himself violates the Dyson Principle.
The Dyson principle.
Of course, of course, this is just a metaphor.
This has never happened.
After receiving the approval of the lord's auxiliary officer, the affairs officer nodded and said: "There is an anti-aircraft artillery camp two kilometers away from the broadcaster. There is a team of warriors inside who are resting..."
"No, no, no, how could this be? If this broadcast is played for one more minute, we will have to endure one more minute of humiliation." There was a trace of anger in Mr. Balbo's voice: "Isn't he eager to shine with chivalry? Give him a reward.
Launch medium and short-range tactical missiles and let him be the most shining person tonight."
The clerk felt that it was a bit extravagant and wasteful, but said nothing.
Balbo, on the other hand, was watching the industrial machinery through the satellite's optical surveillance.
Probably because the ignition of tactical missiles made a relatively loud noise. The broadcaster seemed to have discovered something. He turned around, took up his ridiculously short strides, and started running faster.
That's an industrial prosthetic body that doesn't think much about mobility.
"Ah, dear listeners, due to some reasons, I have to terminate this broadcast. Finally, I want to sing a song for all the friends who are paying attention to 'Chivalry' at this moment. A Las
Barricadas (to the barricades), thank you all for always.”
Balbo looked at the industrial prosthetic body that stumbled like some kind of arthropod and felt funny.
Medium and short-range tactical missiles do not directly attack, but first take off, and then correct the trajectory according to the target preset by the system. This process does take some time.
However, the moving speed of the industrial prosthesis can only extend this time by half a second at most.
In the little time left, just watch this guy's comedy show.
"Negras tormentas agitan los aires [Black storm stirs in the air] nubes oscuras nos impiden ver [Dark clouds obscure the view] Aunque nos espere el dolor y la muerte [Even if pain and death wait ahead] contra el enemigo nos llama el deber.
[The duty calls us to fight the enemy] El bien más preciado es la libertad [The most precious thing is freedom] hay que defenderla con fe y valor. [We will defend it with faith and courage]..."
Until the field of view is filled with light.
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In fact, Xiangshan stood up when the strange radio broadcaster broadcast the movements of the army in Jayhawk City.
He looked at the single-kill king. The single-kill king slowly shook his head.
Xiang Shan said angrily: "Can't catch up?"
"It's impossible to catch up. And even if you catch up, you'll just send yourself to the enemy's fire coverage area."
Xiangshan listened to this ancient song without saying a word.
"…? A las Barricadas!? A las Barricadas! [To the barricades! To the barricades!]por el triunfo de la Confederacion. [For the victory of the Union!]..."
The song finally came to an abrupt end.
The old crab's last words crashed into the ionosphere, fell to the earth, and fell into the antennas of countless people.
"Exchanging a piece of scrap metal for a tactical missile is worth it!"