Du Qianqian drove Rachel out of the apartment in a light and cheap shuttle, casually left her in the parking lot of a restaurant, and then fled on foot with Rachel.
"Don't you think it's strange that I just threw it away?" Du Qianqian asked.
"You try to get affirmation from other people's evaluations. To match you, I would say that your behavior is very free and thoughtful," Rachel said.
"We can't see your father for the last time. We have to find a way to escape."
"certainly."
Even though it was the first time he met Rachel, Du Qianqian still felt that Rachel suited her taste.
Rachel is well-trained, has a calm demeanor, and has an implicit attitude of looking down on Du Qianqian. Du Qianqian is satisfied with every aspect.
It's a bit troublesome to send Rachel back to Beijing safely from here. The two places are separated by an ocean and a vast distance.
But orders are orders, and Du Qianqian will find a way to send this woman who has just lost her father to the protection of Nisto Company.
"What is that?" Du Qianqian saw Rachel sorting out the items she took out from the apartment, including a silver tin can.
"Inheritance. The inheritance in that family." Rachel hid the silver tin can deep in her handbag. "You arrested me to get the inheritance. I understand. Don't let me fall into the hands of my father's employer. Mine
My father has disappeared from this world, and I cannot follow in his footsteps."
"Of course, you can escape by following some rules. First, obey my orders; second, don't make your own decisions; third, don't inquire about my personal situation." Du Qian said without looking back.
"It seems that the first rule can encompass the next two rules."
"Well, anyway... almost."
"Do you always use low information density and imprecise language to communicate with people?" Rachel asked.
"Don't talk about it." Du Qianqian kept changing her shape, looking for a suitable appearance. Her voice also kept changing, from a strong middle-aged male voice to a mute old man's voice, "...why do you have so many names?
?”
"Rachel Miller is the name given to me by my father Maverick. He married Kyoko Nakamura. I have lived with my mother since I was a child. She gave me another name 'Akina Nakamura'. As you can see,
I have the appearance of a typical young woman from the Eastern Hemisphere, so I am more accustomed to going by the name Akina Nakamura, which is also my name within the company. When I was working as a hacker, my codename was 'Akira'."
Du Qianqian took Rachel to a dirty alley, where a Nisto Company operator left a package of new clothes and supplies, all wrapped in military green rubber leather.
"Put on your clothes. Also, you have so many names that they confuse me. From now on, your name is 'Rachel Nakamura'." Du Qianqian ordered.
"Naming is an act of declaring ownership. Do you regard me as your property now?" Rachel put on the new clothes provided by Du Qianqian.
At the same time, Rachel pulled the switch on her lower jaw, and her facial prosthesis began to slide. It was like a theatrical face change, with one mask retracting deep into her skull and the other sliding out.
The moment the two masks alternated, Du Qianqian saw that there were precision circuit parts under Rachel's face.
The high-definition camera replaced the eyeballs, and the metal frame replaced the jawbone, nose bridge bone, cheekbones and other bony supports, as if Rachel's entire face was printed with metal.
Du Qianqian frowned and said nothing.
"You feel speechless because you discovered that modern technology can replace your magic power." Rachel Nakamura and Du Qianqian walked out of the alley.
"It's because I started to think you were boring." Du Qianqian said.
"You must have a safe house here." Rachel said.
She looked at Du Qianqian's current appearance. She had transformed into a 2-meter-tall cyborg giant, just like the famous Aiden Smasher.
"Yes, but we can't visit frequently. We have to be like strangers, walking aimlessly dozens of meters apart, talking to ourselves as if we were far away." Du Qianqian walked forward leisurely.
The west coast, the most chaotic lawless city in New Taipei, a decadent ruined metropolis.
Under the high-speed luxury shuttle, there is a large group of poor people waiting to die. The streets are horribly dirty, and the garbage dump surrounded by barbed wire is filled with people who are about to die. They are lifeless because of hunger, disability and terminal illness.
When the elements are desperate and sit quietly on the street, the scavengers pass by them like picking goods, grabbing the relatively solid and complete ones.
Every moment, someone falls or is killed within sight. They are as miserable as some kind of cockroaches. They just stick to the ground. They will die and disappear after a few days, just like the NPCs in the game who have exceeded their limits.
It's the same as if the field of view has been refreshed. After a while, come back and look, and you will find that a new batch of them have popped up.
There is no hope at all, the society is completely solidified, and the avenues for advancement are extremely limited. If you want to make money quickly, you must commit crimes, attack, rob company property, or simply rob each other.
Any job may make you owe more on loans, medical expenses, housing, reconstructive surgery loans...anything can crush people to death. Sometimes people have to spend money to go to work, just to survive one more day.
When Du Qianqian was walking here, she could hear the roars of law enforcement officers and loud sirens every second, as well as the sounds of vehicles braking suddenly or shuttles colliding with each other.
She could hear a group of law enforcers shouting orders a few hundred meters away, trying to control the situation, and she could also hear them being outnumbered, at a loss, and calling for support.
On the street, many people were staring at her with suspicion, and people of different ethnic groups formed groups. Orientals, Andeans, blacks, Near Easterners, and Baixiangzhou people naturally formed different gangs all over the West Coast.
Brutal and bloodthirsty like a swarm of beasts, weeding out the weak.
Even though there was no corporate power here, Du Qianqian still felt like he was being watched and stared at by thousands of eyes.
If she and Rachel Nakamura hadn't been completely disguised, they would have been killed on the street by now.
After walking several hundred meters, they stood on a dividing line guarded by drones.
Behind them was the chaos they had just walked through, and in front of them was a clean street.
Du Qianqian waved to a law enforcement drone, and it turned off its warning lights and moved out of the way.
"'Hacking tool'?" Rachel Nakamura saw Du Qianqian driving away the drone easily.
The drone is equipped with enough firepower to blow up an entire street, and unauthorized persons will never be allowed to enter a specific area.
"Of course." Du Qianqian said proudly.
"But you are not good at this originally." Rachel Nakamura observed Du Qianqian's work.
It seems that Du Qianqian has an electronic device that is beyond Rachel Nakamura's knowledge.
It can "take away" peripheral signals at will, creating an amorphous area of signal confusion around the user, making the user himself almost transparent in the monitoring equipment.
It may be able to generate false information, alter digital records, change personal configuration information registered in West Coast security systems, and allow users to assume the identity of anyone.
"Our big leader is good at this. My job is to send you to the big leader to see if you have any valuable inheritance from your father. If you can't hand over anything valuable, you have to
Die." Du Qianqian said.
Rachel Nakamura nodded. She did get the key file from the information left by Maverick, and this value could keep her alive.
But, "The Big Boss"?
This kind of equipment is crucial for covert operations personnel. Rachel Nakamura thought silently.
It can both prevent scanning and alter digital information records, with the ability to crack keys in real time.
Judging from the other party's description, it seems that this big boss can easily develop such advanced technology.
It means that he himself may be a terrible technical expert, must have rich experience and high level.
Just like her father Maverick, Rachel Nakamura secretly said. Before his father died, he seemed to have led a large-scale cyber offensive against the Nestor Corporation, but was repelled by the Nestor Corporation's network surveillance. This also became his father's
cause of death.
If I learn some skills from that big leader, I can probably avenge my father.
I hope this female spy is not from Nestor Company.
After passing the inspection of the security robot, Du Qianqian and Rachel Nakamura came to a neat and beautiful neighborhood.
It is well maintained, with tall green maple trees lining both sides, like two rows of columns.
The streets are lined with vast green lawns and spacious single-family homes, with many children laughing and playing. There are stone sidewalks and dedicated bicycle lanes on both sides.
Bypassing these houses is a small commercial district. One side of the wide street is a large-scale parking lot, gas station, and shuttle supply station, and the other side is full of shops, such as boutiques, grocery stores, supermarkets, and cafes.
kind.
Because of the fear of accidents offline, most people choose to shop online. Countless cargo drones rise and fall from these stores, like a swarm of bees, coming and going, transporting goods and food to customers' homes.
Large bipedal law enforcement robots patrol the streets. They are painted in colors, and the heavy machine gun muzzles are also wrapped in plastic shells. They look like large toys. If you add some colorful ribbons, they can become clown robots.
A few hours ago, Du Qianqian saw one of them with full firepower, killing about 400 gang members, but it happened in another area.
Du Qianqian took Rachel Nakamura to one of the stations, preparing to hide her in a container and ship her away.
"You will go to the northern islands soon." Du Qianqian said.
"Ah, Nisto Company." Rachel Nakamura knew that her hope was dashed.
I still want to cooperate with Nisto, a rapidly growing industry giant.
She knew that this was good for both parties. Nestor Company could get a lot of vital information from her, including information about the mysterious organization "Seven Seals". And she could also learn more advanced skills from Nestor Company.
technology until he becomes as good as his father.
"What do you know about Nisto Company?" Du Qianqian asked.
"A company that changes people's lifestyles. For 20,000, you can buy a low-priced female synthesizer to take home and kiss. For another 5,000, you can hold an online wedding on the Nisto official website to unlock in-depth functions. Otherwise, the thing cannot be opened.
All kinds of customized looks. Much cheaper than a real girlfriend. Even cheaper if you know how to hack." Rachel Nakamura said.
"Do you have money?" Du Qianqian asked.
"I work for an insurance company and also make money by attacking hospitals."
"Why did you attack the hospital? What does the hospital owe you?" Du Qianqian was curious.
"In some hospitals, for those who have been in car accidents, doctors will say that there is no condition to save them, or they will quote a very high price to scare the family members, and then they will pretend to be rescuing people while asking the family members to sign a contract. They will say: There is no way to save them, so donate now.
You can get a lot of money by donating a liver or a kidney; if you don't sign, your death will be in vain, and the surgery fee will be very high, and you will lose both your life and money. Most people just sign."
"But are those people not dead yet?" Du Qianqian asked.
"The family members outside the door signed the contract, and the doctors walked into the operating room and started operating on the injured person while he was still alive. The people inside were cleaned up, and the people outside were waiting to get money. If some kind-hearted family members want to give
If relatives save more meat, doctors will secretly take it away. Anyway, it will end up in the furnace, and no one can tell clearly whether it is weighed heavy or light, and in the end it will be just a handful of ashes." Rachel said.
"Why do you know so well?"
"After all, that's what my father did to my mother." Rachel Nakamura pointed to the silver tin can in her handbag.