Chapter 767: NO.136: For example, a cyber hacker that is easy to commission

NO. 136: For example, a cyber hacker that is easy to commission

The public contact methods of the Linton Office are actually quite abundant.

Needless to say, a direct visit will do; as long as you state you're here for a commission, the office's constantly active anti-harassment system will open the door.

Besides that, there are also phone communications and the office website's email inbox.

Even extending to the fixed room number of the deep-infiltration chat room—this is face-to-face communication in the information domain, with a level of formality even higher than a direct visit, because it requires an appointment.

Aomo does not usually stay in the deep-infiltration room waiting for people.

But the result is known to everyone.

None of these contact methods are used at all!

Among the commissions recorded by the office, almost all are ones Aomo obtained by going to the other party and chatting; this ability, roughly speaking, already counts as that of a peer, all being hardworking salespeople.

And among the extremely few commissions that come from others, the one that moves Aomo the most is Miss Adele.

She indeed sent the commission request in the form of an email.

But... she sent it not to the office's email box, but to his personal email.

Ah this...

Although I understand the other party's consideration to make sure I see the message, it still gives him a feeling of dejection, as if thinking, 'Are the work discussion channels I set up here just for show?!'

And that above is the current status of all commission establishment channels of the Linton Office.

Next, suddenly, someone left an application for an appointment in the deep-infiltration room.

So, as the man who is the office director, should he feel relieved? Or ecstatic? Or something else besides being moved? ——

——Heh, it's suspicion.

Suspicion is the ladder of human progress, an indispensable virtue for exploring the unknown, but when facing customers, it is an obvious obstacle.

Therefore it needs to be appropriately concealed, and the deep-immersed network world happens to have such conditions.

In a world where one can freely fabricate an image within the limits of the law, even if you wanted to be a Burton, no one would bother you, and certainly no one could judge you by your facial expression.

Aomo's image has never changed; it is always that of a flame-like demon, and it emphasizes a face that is overly stiff—hardly any expression can be seen, the eyes are just points of light wrapped in flame, so emotions can only be judged by tone of voice.

And this, for now, can still be considered a personal preference; from the appearance design one can see that it was carefully crafted, the scale texture is exquisitely tuned, leaving little to doubt.

He is thoroughly satisfied with his own online image, yet he never expected the other party to be so... perfunctory?

Black cloak, black hood, directly beneath the face is black mist.

This style... lies between a cool riddle person and dark-system cannon fodder.

As a free material on the default transformation selection page, it is quite popular and perfunctory, with the label name simply: Anonymous.

Perhaps this can also be considered rather hurried... watching as they weave between the monster card display case and the monster model display case, seemingly very interested in the hooded person, Aomo inevitably gets this idea.

When you look at things with prejudice, every aspect of those things will manifest that prejudice.

This hooded customer undoubtedly stands at the peak of the definition 'suspicious', appearing almost as if they were scouting for a robbery, lingering too long and too often in front of items meant only for display.

However, this is cyberspace; although it references the actual office's counter and reception room replicated, everything is merely superficial.

Data capable only of basic-level interaction means that even if the other party wanted to openly rob, it would be meaningless.

Therefore, a certain office director maintained sufficient patience, waiting until the other party finally moved to the seat opposite.

And he had already prepared two cups of coffee.

Although the food in deep immersion is essentially just a sensory deception, hospitality itself doesn't matter.

Even because the templated data is easier to adjust, the quality actually ends up better than hand-brewed, infinitely approaching the standard of Chazuo.

Having the other party sit down, after a slight nod, he lifted the coffee cup into the shadow beneath the hood, and immediately exclaimed: 'It's really delicious.'

And such an exclamation also caused the flowing flame in Aomo's eye sockets to tremble slightly, as if he greatly appreciated this evaluation.

Even adjustments to the templated data could elicit praise... the other party really seems to be in a hurry.

It's as if they normally never touch this deep-immersion series network, and when creating an account they chose the most concealed option among the free materials.

Highlighting a sense of haste.

"If you like it, that's fine, but since you, the customer, are using such an image, we'll probably skip the self-introduction step."

"That's right, I've heard that in mercenary circles, the identities of the client and the mercenary can be unimportant."

"The office's mercenaries are still somewhat different," the demon shook his head, looking at the hooded person who had set down the coffee cup, "We will strictly follow the regulations, and also normally record the mercenaries' actions; although we allow clients to be anonymous, it is difficult to comply with certain commissions that deviate from the law."

"Can law-abiding mercenaries still be called mercenaries?"

"So there are also many free colleagues who call us auxiliary police, the knife in the policeman's hand, the hound of the Safety Bureau—but these don't really matter, you specially came to meet me in such a formal way, surely you're not here to discuss differences in mercenary concepts."

"Indeed, there is such a commission asking you to help find two people; can you take it?"

"I think I need to first understand who these two people are, and then assess the difficulty."

"Ultraman Sai Luo and Ultraman Jie De," the voice from under the hood said swiftly and steadily, "They're two guys that are easy to find, right?"

"That's indeed true; given their fame, as long as you reach the universe of the Land of Light, it's not hard to inquire," the demon said subtly, then sighed, "But our office does not accept cross-border commissions; at least for now, we have not yet reached such a close cooperation with the Two Worlds Safety Bureau."

"Or..." the disheartened demon lifted his head again, looking at him doubtfully, "Do you have evidence that you have reached this place?"

"Must there be evidence?"

"It can also be none," the demon slightly lowered his body, shaking his head to reduce the height difference, "But our office runs on a small scale, having started thanks to the support of student entrepreneurship policies, so this kind of person-finding task lacking results needs to have an additional labor fee guarantee clause."

"You don't ask why I'm looking?" the hooded person raised their head, the shadow beneath the hood still like a sticker, "Isn't it you who said the office must abide by the law?"

"Sometimes there are also some kids who run to the office to chase after the image on the screen, using their years of saved New Year's money to seek an aspiration; the customer couldn't possibly be someone like that, could they?" The demon's arms, with fingers interlaced, swayed slightly, and his similarly raised eyes showed obvious doubt.

He loosened his hands, slightly straightened up, and twisted the folded wings that would be somewhat uncomfortable when leaning on the sofa.

"Searching for the two Ultraman warriors is actually against the law—this kind of subconscious logic is very dangerous, customer."

Sharp fingertips rested on the tabletop; the wooden surface, as it rotated, revealed lively scratches: "I think you should have a common-sense awareness that office mercenaries, because they often cooperate with the police, also help them watch out for possible criminals."

"I certainly am not looking for those two to break the law, but don't your mercenaries often use gray-area methods to find people? The office's mercenaries are the same, right?"

"That belongs to trade secrets, not within the scope of this chat."

The demon shook their head regretfully.

So, are you still taking this job? If you have evidence, I'd be glad to accept it, even without a base fee.

After all, we who use monster power also have considerable—

Boom!!

Before the words could finish, a deep, resonant sound cut them off.

Suddenly appearing between the two was a pitch‑black, savage gap, as if an invisible blade several meters long had struck down, easily tearing the tabletop and floor, revealing the disordered data beneath the wallpaper.

Likewise, above likewise stretched a huge crack.

The bluish‑green background filled with chaotic data streams, and the next second an even louder boom came, making the hooded guest opposite jump to their feet.

And the demon remained seated in their sofa spot, merely tilting their head up to look at the black‑and‑white patterned humanoid that suddenly fell from the crack.

— falling as if kicked by a black high‑heeled knight, and the heel of that high‑heeled shoe kept flashing with sparks of fire, until it landed together with the opponent being stepped on onto the disordered data surface.

"An unexpected view."

Looking up at the double‑gun witch still standing on someone else's body, facing the demon's southern hemisphere, the demon, who had undergone several 'grindings' in daily life, finally no longer had to force themselves to look away.

"This guy is pretty lively."

Ignoring the partner's praise, they instead took two steps forward, then suddenly spun around, kicking the body of what was clearly the computer lifeform Data, sending it crashing into the opposite person, and with undiminished force it struck the sofa, dragging the Belzebu Beast several meters along with the sofa; a flick of the wrist tossed the 'lotus root' in their hand into the demon's claw.

And the hand she freed was used to pick up the great axe that had fallen alongside Data to one side.

"Is collecting just this enough?" she asked, lifting the heavy axe blade woven with gold and black, which felt light as a feather, toward her partner who was toying with a three‑barrel shotgun in hand.

"That's fine; the Galatron MKII's Galatron Axe can withstand the Ultimate Sai Luo Sword and Garnet Blast without damage, and it will also serve as material reference for upgrading the Galatron Card."

Lifting their head, they surveyed the axe held by the Belzebu Beast, their gaze especially falling on the dark red core at its center, which clearly belonged to the data concentration point.

"I completely don't understand; basically, your dragon‑head armor can be upgraded, right?"

"That counts as understanding." The demon snapped their fingers, sending sparks flying, stood up, exchanged weapons with the other party, and almost couldn't grip the heavy single‑axe.

Looking again, the uninvited guests had all vanished, leaving only the disordered remnants of the data hall.

"How's the opponent's data path collection going?"

"Only half; the mid‑way capture efficiency was too poor," the Belzebu Beast sighed, flicked their wrist in a gun‑like flourish, "this form is also not good at analyzing magical circuits."

"Half is enough."

"You're not going to make me revert to fill in the rest, are you?"

"No way, just let someone else analyze it."