Cyber Heroes

Master Balbo, Amirkare Zhao’s assistant officer, is doing daily routine training.

In his field of vision, there are three virtual characters. Both are Matsushima Hiroshi.

Unlike some gangsters who "just put on a look", Master Balbo can retrieve data and even call external computing resources to make the simulation close to reality.

These data include the prosthetic parameters registered by Hiroshi Matsushima at the Paralympic Games decades ago, as well as data from the competition.

Even when Matsushima Hiroshi worked for them and they retaliated for Matsushima Hiroshi’s installation of safety measures, some technicians would directly call out Matsushima Hiroshi’s experience convolution.

It's just a civilian Martial Artist anyway.

The virtual person who did this is not much different from the athlete Matsushima Hiroshi a few decades ago, except for a little less flexibility in "decision-making."

Master Balbo quickly waved his fists in the air, and ten minutes later, he knocked two "virtual Matsushima Hiroshi" to the ground.

He often does this kind of training.

Although "simulation" is one level worse than daoist after all, it is better at low cost and can be done anytime, anywhere. You can even choose all Martial Artists that have been recorded since ancient times.

Martial Artist's martial arts is definitely not weak.

At this time, the "virtual image" suddenly disappeared. The reality appeared in front of him instantly.

An agent stood in front of him with his prosthetic eyes focused on his fist, looking quite nervous.

Master Balbo is a little impatient: "What's wrong? I remember..." He compared the data in his brain: "Monitoring class?"

The broadcast has "difficult to supervise" "The problem. The technical content of this thing is really too low. Anyone who masters the method can make a working broadcasting equipment by himself and find some scraps in any wilderness settlement. The large-scale layout of electromagnetic interference may also affect your normal work.

Therefore, the asylum seekers have always adopted a reckless attitude towards ordinary broadcasters.

They really want to manage, and they don't have the energy to manage them one by one.

But you can’t really leave it alone.

The purpose of the human gene bank is to continue the "human" species. The survival of the human population is the only obligation recognized by the Dyson Principle.

To be the enemy of the power of the human gene pool is to hinder the continuation of the great cause of mankind.

Every knight is undoubtedly an inhumanist.

And every broadcaster is a potential inhumanist.

Their existence will threaten the safety of human life. Therefore, under the logic extended by the Dyson principle, the asylum seekers have the right to surrender them.

Therefore, every lord’s subordinate will have a squad that is responsible for monitoring.

The number of broadcasters in a region is always limited. Logically speaking, one person should be able to monitor several channels.

The reason why it is "squad" is that these listeners are not too prosthetized. This is to prevent someone’s broadcast signal from being transformed by a special transcoder to become a certain kind of venomous insect's poison. After all, everyone knows that today’s computer technology standards involve people including "that person". customized.

The new generation of internal strength expert also uses textbooks written by "that person".

The appearance of knights among "those people" means that there is simply no absolutely safe input port nowadays.

Any input port may be called the source of intrusion.

The low prosthesis has another advantage. Even if the guys in charge of monitoring are infected by the fallacies in the broadcast, they are impossible to cause huge damage.

The human body is too weak.

It's just...

For most of the officers of the gene bank armed forces, being in charge of the monitoring team often means "sitting on the bench."

Master Balbo hardly remembered this poor fellow.

The clerk whispered: "Sir, we have overheard a restless guy. He is reporting the movement of our army."

"Huh?" Master Balbo somewhat Doubt: "What kind of stupid is this? No...no. Now why even this stupid dare to come out to taunt us?"

A text report appeared in his eyes. According to this report, he found the Guangpo channel.

Master Balbo walked to the window.

He did hear what was described in the report. The host of this broadcast is broadcasting the number of troops, branch locations, density, number and location of vehicles, aircraft models and even the density of drones visible to naked eye.

These all are can be estimated quickly by visual plug-in. The visual plug-in will neatly divide the observed scene area into countless equally large squares, then randomly sample, calculate the average of the number of people in some squares, and then according to a series of complex statistical algorithms, get a group as close to the reality as possible Number.

This is not useless information.

No matter how highly organized asylum seekers are, they cannot break through physical limitations. If the scattered troops want to be assembled, they also need to move. The prosthetic body of each soldier is also a standardized thing, and the speed can also be measured.

Limited by distance, weather, terrain, and soldiers' prosthetic status, the tactics that can be selected in the wilderness are not unlimited.

This level of intelligence can at least tell the listener how the army of Pine Eagle City might act in the next twelve hours and what position it might pose in the wilderness.

"I can't stand it." Master Balbo knocked on the back of his head: "Your Lord Bengel's death really made some harmful fungi begin to stir."

In the effort of this sentence, he has retrieved the distribution of all troops in the entire city, and then compared it with the part described in the broadcast.

Because the earth is curved, a person will see the "horizon" no matter how high he stands. The distant scenery will be obscured by the earth-and this distance is often only a few kilometers to a dozen kilometers.

Not to mention, there are huge buildings in this city.

Master Balbo quickly relied on the algorithm to infer the possible location of the observer.

Next is to retrieve satellite images.

"Oh, really." He shook the head: "Industrial-grade prosthetic body? Good workers are inappropriate, but they come to be inhuman elements..."

The clerical officer whispered : "We hope to be able to report again..."

"No. This guy's behavior is to assist the knights, which obviously endangers the lives of others and violates Dyson's principles without error."

Not any person in the camp of asylum can arbitrarily sentence others to lose asylum. Many overly obvious actions, such as murder and theft, can be directly determined by the system.

However, the behavior of "broadcasting" is only on the "line" and can only be determined by officials who have at least the official status of the Human Gene Bank.

"People who are loyal to the cadre himself" can also be included.

In the system of the Dyson Principles, all acts of loyalty to someone are the responsibility of the loyalty object-in simple terms, if someone loyal to the lord violates the Dyson principle, then This waits if the lord himself violated the Dyson principle.

Of course, of course, this is just a metaphor.

This kind of thing has never happened before.

After getting the approval of the lord's auxiliary official, the affairs officer nodded, said: "There is an anti-aircraft gun camp two kilometers away from Guan Boren. There is a Martial Artist squad that is taking a break..."

"no no no, how can this be done? If this radio broadcasts one minute more, we have to bear the humiliation of one minute more." Master Balbo's voice was sullen: "He is not eager to shine Is it chivalrous? Reward him for a short- and medium-range tactical missile and make him the most shining person tonight."

The clerical officer felt that it was a bit extravagant to waste, but didn't say anything.

And Balbo looked at the industrial machinery through satellite optical monitoring.

Probably because the tactical missile ignition is relatively loud. The broadcaster seems to have discovered something. He turned around, took up his ridiculously short stride, and accelerated to a run.

That is an industrial prosthesis that doesn't think much about movement.

"Ah, dear listeners and friends, for some reason, I have to terminate this broadcast. Finally, I will sing a song for everyone who is watching'chivalry' at this moment. My friend. AlasBarricadas (to the barricade), until now, thank you all."

Balbo looked at the industrial prosthesis that stumbled like some kind of arthropod and found it funny.

The short- and medium-range tactical missiles do not hit directly, but first lift off, and then correct the trajectory according to the target preset by the system. This process does take a while.

But the moving speed of the industrial prosthesis can only extend this time by half a second at most.

For the rest of the time, let's watch the comics performed by this guy.

"Negrastormentasagitanlosaires [black storm raging in the air] nubesoscurasnosimpidenver [clouds obscure the view] Aunquenosespereeldolorylamuerte [even if pain and death are waiting ahead] contraelenemigonosllamarecieldeber. [Mission summones the most precious battle between us and the enemy] There is nothing more than freedom] hayquedefenderlaconfeyvalor. [With faith and courage, we will defend it]......"

Until the horizon is filled with light.

………………………………………………………………

Actually, in that strange broadcaster broadcasting Songying City When the army moved, Xiang Shan stood up.

He looked at the single killer. Single kill the king slowly shook the head.

Xiang Shan angrily said: "Can't catch up?"

"Impossible to catch up. And even if I catch up, it's just sending myself to the enemy fire coverage area."

Xiang Shan listened to this ancient song without saying a word.

"...¡AlasBarricadas!¡AlasBarricadas! [Go to the barricade! Go to the barricade!] poreltriunfodelaConfederación. [For the joint victory!]..."

This song finally Stopped abruptly.

The last sentence of the old crab crashed into the ionosphere, fell into the earth, and fell into the antennas of unknown people.

"It's worth replacing a tactical missile with a piece of scrap iron!"