Chapter 104

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

Hawkeye covered his head and couldn't stop coughing. Opening his eyes and looking at the strange environment around him, he didn't know what to say.

Since taking that mission, in just a few hours, sleeping and waking, waking and sleeping, he didn't know how many dreams he had had. Hawkeye didn't know what expression to use to face this world.

Ah woo... ho ho...

A series of strange sounds entered Hawkeye's ears from afar. This sound was like an old man with a problem in his throat, or more accurately, like the sound made by zombies in movies.

The agent's instinct made Hawkeye move to the corner of the stairs against the ground under the stimulation of the special sound.

This position could observe most of the first floor area and was also far away from places like windows and doors. In terms of safety, it was a good position.

Just after settling down, Hawkeye found that there seemed to be a small dot on the edge of his field of vision. He shifted his line of sight over.

Instantly, a character frame popped out.

Hawkeye looked at his 3D modeled self and was speechless. Basic attributes, skills, status, equipment, backpack—isn't this a game setting?!

Calm! Calm!

Hawkeye took a deep breath, closed his eyes, let his heart rate slowly drop a little, and then gently clicked on the status with his line of sight.

Minor injury—skin damage on the right forearm.

Minor injury—broken fingernail on the index finger.

Mild injury—muscle tear in the spine on the right side of the back.

Moderate injury—bone crack in the third rib on the left.

Severe injury—unknown brain damage?

Hawkeye checked his modeling one by one. Except for the brain which couldn't be judged, the performance of other places was quite consistent with the description of the status bar.

Is it really a game?

Hawkeye was about to continue looking at other columns when he heard a strange movement upstairs.

Hawkeye stood up holding the wall, drew his gun, then paused for a second, and silently changed the gun to a dagger.

If this is a game world, then those making those sounds outside might really be zombies. It's better not to use guns at this time.

Touching upstairs bit by bit, Hawkeye became more and more certain that this was not normal. His field of vision did not conform to the normal situation in reality, but the difference was not big. The technical strength of this game was quite strong.

Arriving at the corner of the second floor, Hawkeye carefully poked his head out and saw a swaying figure moving two meters away. Some blood and minced meat dripped from the other party's mouth to the ground bit by bit.

Continuing to confirm the surrounding environment, finding an opportunity, Hawkeye rushed out suddenly, kicked the zombie onto the sofa next to him, and then a flying knife, accurately hitting the head.

The zombie that was still struggling a second ago stopped moving the moment the flying knife entered its head, without any transition process in between.

Hawkeye didn't dare to get close for a while. Who knew what the situation was, so he simply checked all the other rooms.

Hmm, it seems the owner of this small building is a single dog, and no second zombie appeared.

After confirming this, Hawkeye covered the zombie's head with a quilt taken from other rooms, and tied the cold hands and feet with a rope torn from bed sheets.

In this way, even if the zombie came back to life a second time, it wouldn't be able to hurt him.

After doing this, he entered the looting stage. When Hawkeye's fingertips touched the zombie's clothes, a frame popped out.

Dirty blood-stained top, damaged jeans on the lower body, digital watch, diamond ring, keychain...

One by one, the "trophies" that could be taken away were arranged neatly.

Hawkeye tried it. After clicking to take out, the items would automatically go into his hands, and discarding them would make them overlap and appear on the floor, not returning to the zombie's body.

Looking at the world that conformed to the game rules in all aspects, Hawkeye wanted to try it. If he didn't click to take out, what would happen if he stripped it hard?

Do it!

Hawkeye grabbed the zombie's top and pulled it backward with force. In this process, the top hardly deformed, but strange light and shadow effects appeared.

Rip!

A piece of the top was torn off. When it reached Hawkeye's hand, it turned directly into a simple bandage.

Looking up, Hawkeye found that the clothes on the zombie were still intact. This seemed to be a bug!

Swish swish swish, one error code after another flashed past Hawkeye's eyes, and finally a warning popped out.

【Data overflow!】

Immediately after, Hawkeye felt the world go dark all of a sudden.

At the same time, one of the world's largest game companies, a top VR game producer, Tea Theater Network.

"Boss, look, there have been more than 1,200 serious data errors in this hour, and the cause cannot be found!"

Cobb Carpenter (book friend character), the boss of the technical department who rushed from home to the company, took the report from his subordinate, "You go out first, I'll find out what the situation is."

"Okay, boss."

Sitting in the office, Cobb opened the report. More than a thousand abnormal situations mainly appeared in horror games.

The derivative games of A Nightmare on Elm Street and Ring had the most, appearing more than 900 times, and the semi-single-player game Zombie Survival had the least, appearing only once, and it had already been forcibly rolled back.

Strange? All are situations I haven't seen before...

Cobb got up and locked the office door, and began to log in to the administrator system. In this company, he had the highest administrator permission of the Tea Theater Network, even higher than the company boss, because this system was developed by him.

The server redundancy had been exhausted, multiple servers were in a state of constant restart and freezing, and the brain wave brain thinking login system reported a bunch of abnormalities.

Using administrator permission to lock the data overflow in various areas first to prevent them from affecting other normal places, Cobb touched his chin and picked up the phone.

"Dr. Zola, I am Cobb. Is there any problem with your consciousness upload system?"

Cobb asked one of Hydra's top scientists. Dr. Zola was undoubtedly a genius, a genius who successfully uploaded all his consciousness to the network world through a computer interface.

"Various loads increased rapidly an hour ago. The situation is analogous to the confrontation load when Tony Stark's super artificial intelligence Jarvis performs full-network retrieval and information storage. Did you leak your chicken feet?" Dr. Zola questioned directly.

"It shouldn't be. The data overflow situation is somewhat different from that time. Unless Tony Stark has nothing to do and has replaced all of Jarvis's underlying logic, it won't be like this!" Cobb retorted.

"Then solve it quickly. If it really doesn't work, stop the server for maintenance. Now I am providing technical support for a certain leader. You are absolutely not allowed to affect us!" Dr. Zola scolded. He was helping Pierce and Hydra's undercover agents pass S. H. I. E. L. D.'s screening this time. If something went wrong, the trouble would be very big!

"Yes, I think it might be a certain newborn artificial intelligence modifying data and establishing a data channel." Cobb said. This was a possibility he felt was relatively large at present.

"Then find him! We Hydra need this kind of talent!" Dr. Zola said and hung up the phone directly.

Cobb rubbed his temples. A group of capitalists only knew how to squeeze labor. He was almost exhausted. If it weren't for the fact that Hydra's consciousness upload technology was helpful to his ultimate goal, he would have jumped back long ago.

Over the years, Cobb contributed the Tea Theater Network just to hope to get Dr. Zola's full support, and then use the consciousness upload system and his own brain wave interference and reorganization system to resurrect his sister in the virtual world.

However, not being a root-red-seed-red Hydra always had some influence. Cobb still hadn't obtained the most core network consciousness maintenance technology and screening technology.

Without these, the resurrected virtual consciousness is easily infected by various information and easily controlled by other artificial intelligence or other consciousnesses.