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Chapter 178 Female Researcher
"The styles of the rooms on this floor are too similar," Tudou girl said, "Is there anything special?"

"Special? Then we're going upstairs to have a look."

The bald receptionist pinched his chin with his hands, thinking about what kind of room could satisfy this picky guest.

[Supreme Crazy Young Master]: I've seen all of this floor, and I didn't find anything strange.

[Wolf that meows like a cat]: Be careful.

The elevator closed its doors and slowly ascended to the fourth floor.

The bald receptionist folded his hands together, placed them on his lower abdomen, and looked at the elevator door.

[Chameleon]: Have you found the position of the female researcher?The Devil's hotel, as expected.There are as many monitors and guards here as there are stars in the sky. If you don't want to die, don't act rashly.

The bad news is that the beauty pageant for selling slaves will start tomorrow night, and there will only be more and more guards here; if you want to save people, you must settle the matter before six o'clock tomorrow night.

Okay, your efficiency is too low.I'm here to help.

The bald receptionist suddenly closed his eyes, staggered two steps, and then resumed his previous posture.

The two people behind him clearly saw the nickname [Chameleon] on the head of the bald receptionist gradually becoming clear from blur.

[Chameleon]: All-terrain scanning, enhanced memory, accelerated digestion, what kind of garbage plug-ins are they?The Spider III chip has just reached the passing standard as a network access warehouse.Forget it, make do with it.The front desk looks like a dog, and the taste is really bad.

The elevator door opened.

The bald front desk, controlled by the chameleon, maintained almost the same movements as before, showing the characteristics of the room to the Tudou girl.

If Potato Girl hadn't witnessed the chameleon's control process with her own eyes, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the bald head in front of her and before.

"Why did you come up?" A woman came over, "Didn't I tell you that you can't bring guests up by yourself?"

The bald receptionist lowered his head: "They have taken a fancy to the room on the right, I will take them up to have a look."

"Right?" The woman looked to the right, "Okay, let's forget it this time. Next time, you will have to deduct several hundred yuan from your salary at the end of the month."

The bald receptionist just lowered his head.

Zizi!

The camera in the room suddenly exploded with an electric arc and hung down feebly.

The woman frowned: "Why are you still here? I told you to go down!"

"The camera in this room is broken." The bald receptionist said.

The woman raised her head and said doubtfully, "It's really broken. Strange, it was fine yesterday."

She walked into the room and stared up at the camera, trying to find something wrong.

Potato Girl and Brother Wolf walked into the room, as did the bald receptionist.

He closed the door smoothly.

Now, this room is a blind spot for monitoring.

The bald receptionist suddenly covered the woman's mouth and pressed her down with his body.

The woman twitched all over, and then the bald front desk collapsed.

[Chameleon]: Nerve strengthening, core stability, prosthetic body failure, yes, this plug-in is barely usable.Destroyer III chip, tsk tsk tsk, I can't tell, this woman used to be a combat hacker of the Demon Gang.

The woman skillfully hid the bald front desk under the bed, then stood up.

Now, the nickname [Chameleon] has been transferred to her head.

Potato Girl asked curiously: "What kind of ability is this?"

"Neural network hacker," the woman said, "little girl, learn a bit. Since we met in the Djinn Glory Building in the fourth district, I can see your progress speed. The talent is good, but Lack of a good hand to carry around."

"Can a hacker do this?"

"Hackers are a profession created for humans. What can't they do? Wars between humans have had endless creativity since ancient times."

The woman opened the door and led the two of them down the corridor.

[Chameleon]: Little girl, the first step is to go to the monitoring room.With so many cameras, you are looking for them one by one. When will you find them?
Tudou girl tried her best to find the convergence point of the camera network.

"On the sixth floor? Let's go up now," she said.

The woman kept walking.

[Chameleon]: That's too rash.Observe the environment on the sixth floor first, sort out a path leading to the monitoring room, and try to ensure safety.

Tudou girl figured out a way.

In response to hacking, this demon gang's hotel obviously has some measures.

In many places, there are guards that are hard to notice.

If you rush forward recklessly, you will always be stopped by them.

Although Potato Girl chose the path with the fewest guards, three guards stood in the way.

[Chameleon]: Almost there?To start the fight, remember to hack into the camera and turn it off.

……

drop!
sixth floor.

"This floor is not open to guests," a bodyguard lowered his head slightly when he saw the woman, "Manager, why are you here?"

The woman said: "Why, even I can't come?"

The bodyguard buried his head lower: "Of course you can come. But, why do you bring guests?"

"The camera in the room they want to book is broken," the woman said, "Go ask the people in the monitoring room, are they all sleeping in it? They don't even know that a camera is blacked out."

The bodyguard nodded and walked towards the monitoring room.

As soon as he reached the dead end of the monitoring, he felt numb all over and fell to the ground twitching.

The woman squatted down, picked up a cigarette from the bodyguard's cigarette case, lit it with the bodyguard's smoking malfunctioning prosthesis, and held it in front of her mouth.

Even though the bodyguard lost the ability to move, he still stared at her: "You...you are not..."

"The answer is correct, and the reward is to burn your brain." The woman stood up.

The bodyguard on the ground kept twitching, and the prosthetic body near the temple became hotter and hotter, and even sparks appeared.

[Chameleon]: Although prosthetic body failure and prosthetic body overheating are two different plug-ins, in actual effect, many things can communicate with each other.

Relying on the woman's managerial status and unreasonable hacking ability, the three of them traveled freely.

Opening the door of the monitoring room, the woman pointed to the mantis knife on Brother Wolf's arm, and then pointed to the two living people inside.

Brother Wolf understood, and popped out the Mantis Knife.

While the people in the monitoring room were not paying attention, the sharp blade brought blood drops.

The woman pushed the monitoring officer whose neck was bleeding to the ground. She didn't care about the blood on the chair, and just sat down and crossed her legs.

"Look at our target," the woman said in a mocking tone, "I dismantled the TV in the room and made an electric baton with a very low voltage. This is almost useless, and even the surveillance personnel don't care."

On the monitoring screen, the TV in the room was completely dismantled, and all useful things were installed on an insulating wooden rod.

A woman with disheveled hair and a good figure waited behind the door for the visitor.

The first unlucky person to enter the door will most likely be beaten to the point of bleeding, and then stunned by an electric baton, but what's the use of that?
There are guards everywhere here, killing one in such a big way is likely to attract the attention of more guards.

What's even more funny is that the two guards at the door of the room obviously knew the tricks of the woman inside, and they were fully armed, most likely anti-electricity.

In other words, the women in the room are doing useless work.

Nothing to do but to spice things up.

"There's a problem," Chameleon zoomed in on the surveillance screen, pointing to a corner above, "the surveillance system there is stricter. If you want to take her away, you need to find someone to suffer for her. No matter what, there must be someone in the room, Otherwise, when the alarm goes off, the whole hotel will know she's gone."

(End of this chapter)