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Chapter 467 NO.50 This Is Not A Three-Person Squad

Pack a large amount, even a huge amount of code, into bricks and stones called 'files', and build a magnificent giant structure, which is those websites and software themselves.

The presentation of these things on the screen is often flat.

Even if there are some deliberate pursuit of multi-faceted performance, it can't change the vision from high-dimensional overlooking.

But in this day and age, there is an easy way to change that perspective.

Stepping into the dimensional world of electronic networks unlocks a whole new perspective.

Those software, those websites, and even those file packages in your own computer that are only a few gigabytes—all can be turned into giant creations that you can't see at a glance.

There are a variety of silhouettes and shapes, but they are usually presented in two styles: natural desolation and absurd machinery.

Do not ask.

Asking is the shit mountain code that no one dares to touch!

And, I don't know how to write the program structure that does run!
Of course, the above two are just the most popular shapes.

After learning from the pain, there are also perfect creations that are built well from the basics, and there are also peculiar program architectures that try to make tricks and win attention.

A program that is only officially put into operation assumes that these conditions are rarely the case, and generally speaking, no set foot is allowed to visit.

Most of the data industry will set up firewalls and guards. The former is usually in charge of cyber hackers trained by enterprises or even hired network detectives, and the latter is mostly found in the data life.

Among them, the Digimon with the largest number and the most guaranteed combat power naturally have the most employment.

For those who pay attention to this industry, the appearance of Digimon is just like a large number of humans in the Federation City, it is a natural part of the scenery.

So when you find out that there are no Digimon in some giant data structure as large as a planet, you should feel a little weird.

This point can be noticed even by followers who are time travelers.

Let alone the representative of Qianming who has systematically studied information expertise as an aborigine.

"Ning Jing, this way, look this way! Come here!"

Standing behind a giant advertising screen on the roof of a building, she condescendingly glanced at several 'human beings' below, and then retracted her head before the other party looked back, saying that she was pulling an alien by the collar not far away. Shaky Sunday serenity.

"Am I familiar with you? Don't call me that old lady!"

As long as she was not at work and had no younger sister around, the black-haired horse girl who made no secret of her aggressiveness approached impatiently and tugged at the tie that felt a little tight.

"Eh? Didn't we have an interactive session where we got to know each other better! Otherwise...Commissioner? SS?"

"You can also call me CB~"

Not paying attention to the other party's increasingly ugly expression, he directly took out a notebook and a ballpoint pen from his fur coat to represent Qian Ming, who seemed to be taking notes professionally.

While writing, I also asked:
"Can't ask anything, can you?"

It doesn't matter that the Omer trainer isn't interested, as a mature detective she always has a way of finding her 'Watson'.

Even if it is still a 'Watson' who has always had a bad face, has an official background, and has many gray deeds.

Of course, when it comes to positions, Serenity on Sunday is actually Moriarty.

After all, last month, she also pursued the other party in detail because she noticed Sunday Tranquility's illegal deeds. Although there was no direct conflict, there were several confrontations between the investigation and anti-reconnaissance fields.

But this is just a metaphor.

Sunday Tranquility is far from being as quiet as Moriarty, and Representative Qianming is also more detached than Holmes. If the combination of the two is evaluated by Omer, it is roughly:

Two runaway horses had a belt tied between them.

This is a process of mutual torture, and this process usually has a clear distinction between high and low.

Sunday Tranquility, who was silent for a few seconds with a stepped on waiter expression on his face, was obviously on the disadvantaged side.

Although he was tortured, he still had to speak.

"...It's just employees who work for the company, and don't know anything about things outside the company."

This kind of closed information state in which different departments do not interfere with each other and only focus on the work at hand is no stranger to Tranquility on Sunday.

Compared with criminal gangs, it is more common in the business model of pyramid selling gangs and religious criminals, highlighting a multi-line flowering and non-interference with each other, which makes it more difficult to track down.

Even if one branch is cut off, the clues of other branches cannot be found, so one can only trace upwards along the source, and pray that the source will not be cut off.

"So don't believe in evil!" Representative Qian Ming, who had finished taking notes and stuffed them into his pocket, glanced again at the 'human' figure who was moving swiftly through the city and even directly destroying buildings, and then quickly shrank his head.

"Go and catch the chief in charge of fleet construction, and be careful not to be preempted by those Chaldean servants... Well, the reaction on the other side is so intense..."

She sighed suddenly, because a very eye-catching mechanical colossus appeared among the tall buildings in the distance.

A slap landed on a certain follower, causing him to fly upside down. After plowing more than ten meters on the ground, he was immediately covered by a beam of light.

And it's not over yet.

Then there were several infinite dragon beasts that seemed to have undergone a second transformation, ejected from the mechanical well opened underground, and stood together with a few cosmic monsters that appeared out of nowhere, fighting against the intruders with great fanfare.

From the perspective of the opposite side, it is probably quite burning.

Of course, there are also people who don't care about their positions, and have already figured out the shooting equipment and started to click:
"Hmph, I said there will be monsters, I will send a few photos to Omer's trainer later, I won't regret it after seeing him!!"

A free horse girl can have such free play.

He even turned on the video, and at first he seemed to be asking himself, but he was more talking to himself about what background music to use for editing, which annoyed Sunday Tranquility, who already had a lot of opinions.

"Aren't you going to arrest the supervisor?" There was an unconcealable anger in this question, not only for the Triple Crown horse girl who was about the same age as him, but also for this situation.

It is reasonable for a criminal organization to steal the information of the magicians in the clock tower and the Digimon.

But isn't it too much to steal information from the headquarters of the URA Association?

What's even worse is that the association's response was a bit slow, and it took two days to think of dealing with it.

Just deal with it, and push it to the Committee of Questions!
Although internally people will ridicule that the department of the "Committee of Questions" is a universal department that can handle any problem, but this kind of thing that is left to the police to take care of it is over, saying that they will handle it themselves and then hand it over to their own department...

Go to hell, baldy!

Sunday Tranquility gave this kind of work assignment a middle finger on the spot, but it was a pity that the group of Mediterranean men and wrinkled women at the top couldn't see it.

Of course, if it's just a simple job assignment, then she can take advantage of it.

Anyway, when the public opinion comes down, the top will top the vat. At worst, I will bow first on my side, and then bow on the top, so as to achieve a domino bow craftsman transmission.

But unfortunately, those data also included some encrypted files that she couldn't sit back and watch.

While forcing her to act, it was even inconvenient for her to wear the identity given by the association. Instead, she participated in a personal name, and then met this guy in front of her!
"That's right! Do you finally have an idea of ​​cooperation?"

Representative Qian Ming put away the camera very quickly.

"Then let's plan the route. Those Chaldean employees seem to be doing it with great fanfare, but they are actually working in two parallel lines."

She took out a small notebook and opened it, and when she raised her hand, a bird's-eye view of the entire large data world was displayed.

In a few seconds, it stretched, expanded, and closed into the outline of a large spaceship.

"There is another group that is investigating secretly like us. It is difficult for the two of us to be faster than them, but we can also fight for luck."

She said, pointing to different urban areas, and explained to the somewhat stunned Sunday tranquility:
"Go bet on those cities that they can't cover for a while, and bet on those places that can collect clues that are closer to the mastermind behind the scenes than they are."

"after all……"

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"After all, you are all trying to figure out the elephant for the blind right now. It just depends on who masters the key puzzle, big enough..."

Holding the stopwatch for Ma Niang, Omer explained to the bumpy screen.

The vision from Belstamon is so clear that when you move down a little, you can even see the hard-to-ignore black mountain below the No. 1 viewing angle.

But because her clothing style is from the southern hemisphere instead of the northern hemisphere, it is not difficult to appease the young man's restless heart, and the devil can also retain enough dignity in front of his partner to support the current slow-paced style.

I don't care about her flying mirrors that can make many people dizzy in 3D.

"So it's normal for the two of them to split into two groups, relying on the horse race girl's foot strength to gallop freely between cities."

"The question is who should I chase after!?" The field of vision on the screen turned again, and turned to the battle screen in the distance.

Belstamon was a little crazy, but the battle scene in the distance also made her very concerned.

It was the scene of countless heroic souls fighting in different worlds.

It was able to receive the flesh, but in this operation in the data world, it seemed to have recovered some of its previous state, and fought to the death around the giant beast.

Compared with the giant battle between Ultraman, super robot and monster, this scene is closer to Devil May Cry and Bayonetta, with more visual impact of high speed, power, and agility.

You can also see the almost intimate cooperation, and you can vaguely see the shadow of the commander.

And the style is relatively conservative, as if intending to let the followers try to be as harmless as possible.

Is Lixiang here too... and he's still directing the battle...

Omer was a little surprised.

I thought there was no need for him to come in person. Even if he came, it should be as an investigation and action team, rather than participating in direct operations.

"Keep the original plan and continue to look at Qianming."

"Row!"

When changing to a witch beast, you probably have to ask the last question, 'Whether it's quiet on Sunday? ’, Belstarmon simply turned the field of view on the screen sharply.

"Then I cut it first?"

"Cut it off, I have something to do here."

As he said, he pressed the stopwatch, looked up at the long black-haired runner who ran a dozen more steps before the finish line, and then walked towards him panting.

(End of this chapter)