I Have a Job

Chapter 3 Ladder

Familiar Ceiling.

When the alarm clock rang in the early morning, Li Sheng opened his eyes and sat up suddenly from the bed.

This is a bedroom of neither size nor large. There are several game posters on the wall and the bookcase is filled with a lot of miscellaneous books, including but not limited to mathematics, physics, chemistry, reasoning, astronomy, folklore, computer programming, etc.

There was a computer desk at the foot of the bed and a crumpled schoolbag lying on the floor.

What happened last night was not a dream.

I was still wearing my school uniform, and my clothes and pants still had the fishy smell of being soaked in river water. I looked in the mirror and saw traces of wounds on my neck and palms, but the wounds had formed a thin layer of scabs, which were not visible unless you looked closely.

Why did it heal so quickly? Was it because of the bee monster sting, or because of the evil fragment?

Without time to think carefully, Li Sheng took off his clothes and pants and stuffed them into the bottom drawer of the computer desk.

It's too late to wash clothes now, and I can't put the washing machine in, otherwise it will make it smelly.

Then he took out a few packets of desiccant from the bottom of the closet and put them in a sealed bag together with the soaked mobile phone to dehumidify it.

She picked out some clothes to change into and tiptoed to open the door.

The house has four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and two bathrooms. It is spacious and elegantly decorated. The glass cabinet separating the living room and the dining room is filled with various competition trophies and certificates of honor won by my cousins.

Fortunately, my aunt and uncle were still asleep. Li Sheng trotted into the bathroom and quickly washed his whole body. He found that the wound on his left shoulder had almost healed.

There was a rustling sound coming from the living room, thinking that someone at home had woken up. He turned off the faucet and was about to dry himself, put on his clothes and go out.

Squeak——

A large number of light-colored needle hairs suddenly protruded from the right arm. They were about 20 centimeters long and extremely hard, like steel nails.

Caught off guard, Li Sheng unconsciously exerted force with his palm, and with a "rip" sound, he tore the thickened cotton and soaked towel apart, not much harder than tearing a piece of paper. His strength was far greater than before.

"Is anyone inside?"

A clear female voice came from outside the bathroom door. It came from my cousin Xue Luomeng.

"It's me. I'm taking a shower." Li Sheng turned on the rain shower head and tried his best to keep his voice calm. He tried to pry open the needle hairs on his arms, but it was completely impossible

. "Then hurry up." Xue Luomeng's footsteps left the door. At the same time, the sounds of cooking from the direction of the living room also became louder.

Li Sheng must not go out in this form. The scene of the taxi driver growing compound eyes, fangs, and membranous wings last night, and being shot dead by the Special Affairs Bureau, appeared in his mind again.

Wait, something is wrong. There is nothing on the taxi driver's arm. These light-colored needle hairs look more like ants that crawled onto the back of his hand under the bridge?

What is this? I absorbed the genes of ants?

Li Sheng stared at his arm blankly, and suddenly he had an idea. He stepped on the edge of the bathtub and reached out to the bathroom heater on the ceiling.

The light from the bathroom heater is bright and warm, penetrating through the skin of the arm and illuminating the blood vessels and muscles underneath.

Those needle hairs are not rootless trees. There are hair follicles at their roots, and a circle of muscles above the follicles.

Having muscles also means that you may be able to control them.

A strong will arose in Li Sheng's mind, and he controlled the extra muscles to retract the needle hairs.

Squeak——

All the needle hairs slowly retracted and shrunk back under the skin, leaving the surface of the skin as smooth as before, without any traces.

It worked.

Li Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, put the torn towel into his pocket, opened the door as usual, and saw Xue Luomeng who was about to knock on the door.

"What took so long?"

Xue Luomeng complained and walked into the bathroom with her clothes.

Li Sheng's aunt Li Zhao is an HR in a clothing company, and her uncle Xue Jingming is a sales manager in a shipping machinery and equipment company. The Xue family is a large family with a history of more than a hundred years, a large family business, and a family meeting to worship their ancestors every year.

Xue Jingming and Li Zhao are both very good-looking. Their son Xue Lingyu and daughter Xue Luomeng are also handsome men and beautiful women in the standard sense. They will attract people's attention when they walk on the street.

When Xue Luomeng was a child, she was very attached to Li Sheng, and never left his side, closer to him than her own brother. But she didn't know when she became cold towards him, and treated him like a familiar stranger, just like her aunt.

Even though they went to the same high school and were only one grade apart, they would just greet each other coldly when they met.

Li Sheng had long been accustomed to his cousin's attitude. He walked out of the bathroom sideways, returned to his room, and hid the torn towel.

The increase in strength was not an illusion. Before leaving, he tried it out. He could lift the heavy computer desk with his left hand easily, and he hardly felt any pressure.

The power of the right hand is even greater than that of the left hand.

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The breeze blew across his face. Li Sheng deliberately changed his cycling route, stopped on the bridge, and looked out at the neighborhood he passed last night.

Several old men in white T-shirts were playing chess under a tree, and young men and women in sportswear and wearing headphones were doing their morning jog. Everything seemed so normal, as if the bloody murder had never happened the night before.

I guess the so-called Special Affairs Bureau took care of everything, cleaning up the scene and deleting the surveillance.

Li Sheng shuddered inexplicably. It is impossible for any organization in human society to master business skills right away. There must be a process of practice and adaptation.

The Special Affairs Bureau was so skilled. How many times had they destroyed bodies and blocked news?

Or, how long ago did the abnormal incident like last night start? One year? Three years? Five years?

Li Sheng pulled his scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and silently pedaled down the bridge. Driven by a strong sense of hunger and itchy arms, he went to the breakfast shop to buy ten meat buns and two cups of soy milk.

I finished the meal in a hurry, but still felt it was not enough, so I changed to another store and bought two trays of steamed dumplings and a bowl of vegetable and shredded pork noodles.

After packing it up and taking it away, I found an alley without any surveillance cameras and ate it all in no time. Only then did the hunger in my stomach and the itching under my arms subside.

Li Sheng had the feeling that if he didn't eat enough, the needle hairs would poke out from under his skin like in the bathroom.

If he cannot go to the hospital, the doctor will most likely report the situation. By then, the Special Affairs Bureau will know that there is a fish that has slipped through the net and will most likely shoot himself.

The most urgent thing is to figure out the situation first.

After thinking it over again and again, Li Sheng thought of someone.

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In the evening, in the cafeteria of Zhuoyue Middle School, a petite girl with short hair sat in the corner, eating alone and browsing her phone.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and a gray plaid shirt, and had thin-framed glasses. There was a cold and sharp look between her eyebrows.

Normally speaking, a girl with a pretty face like this would not eat alone even if she doesn't have any close friends around her.

The reason is very simple. Yuan Zhixia, who comes from the next class, is a weirdo.

On the first day of school, when other students were nervously introducing themselves, she walked to the front of the stage and said casually: "I am a genius and I am not interested in ordinary humans. If there are aliens, people from the future, visitors from another world, or people with super powers among you, come to me, over."

After saying these words while cosplaying Haruhi Suzumiya, she walked off the stage leisurely and started her own weird career.

He sat in the last row of the classroom, never listened in class, and always played with his mobile phone with earphones on. His grades were always among the top ten in the city, and he always won first prize in any competition, whether it was the Mathematical Olympiad, the Robot War, or the programming competition.

The so-called "genius" and "top scholar" are just the upper limit for others, not hers.

It's not that there aren't young boys and girls who admire Yuan Zhixia and want to make friends with her, but she truly implements the concept of "not being interested in ordinary humans" and has always been a loner.

Li Sheng was one of the few people who could talk to her, probably because both of them were members of the school newspaper and the astronomy club.

He put down the plate beside him and said awkwardly, "Are you eating?"

"Just say it if you have something to say." Yuan Zhixia glanced at him and continued to click on her phone, adding the latest radio equipment, metal 3D printers, desktop collaborative robot arms, desktop workstations, etc. to the Amazon shopping cart.

"Do you have a ladder that can log into the external network without being discovered?"

Li Sheng asked: "It is required to completely block the IP address to prevent traffic filtering and sniffing analysis, so that it cannot be found by anyone in any way."

"oh?"

These words finally aroused Yuan Zhixia's interest. She put down her phone and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you want to do?"

"Look up some information." Li Sheng said vaguely.

Yuan Zhixia didn't investigate further. He reached into his pocket, picked out one from a pile of USB flash drives, and placed it on the table.

"You should know Tor, right? It's a browser package that is specifically designed to hide itself and its traces on the dark web."

Yuan Zhixia said: "This USB drive contains an enhanced program I wrote myself. In addition to the original concealment function, it can completely block browser vulnerabilities, block traffic analysis, circuit fingerprints and other detection methods, and prevent anyone from tracking and identifying it."

"Thank you," Li Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, "How much?"

"I don't want money," the girl shook her head, "I want you"

"Huh?" Li Sheng's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"What are you thinking? I want you to pretend to be sick in a few days."

Yuan Zhixia leaned back and squinted her eyes and said, "Then leave the photography work for the school newspaper that day to me."

"What?" A question mark seemed to appear above Li Sheng's head.

The reason why he joined the school newspaper, besides knowing some photography skills, the most important reason was that Ye Jiaying was also in the school newspaper.

"Wait." Li Sheng suddenly remembered that the person to be interviewed by the school newspaper in a few days would be his cousin Xue Luomeng.

"You don't want to get close to Luo Meng, do you?" He scratched his head and asked in confusion: "If you want to be friends with her, you can just say it directly to her face, why are you sneaking around like that?"

For some reason, Yuan Zhixia paid special attention to Xue Luomeng, who was one grade below her. At the beginning of this semester, she even asked Li Sheng indirectly whether he had any photos of his cousin when she was a child.

But Li Sheng's sixth sense was very sure that Yuan Zhixia was not a lesbian. Her feelings for Xue Luomeng were more like a pure desire to be good friends?

"You talk as if you're a master of emotions." Yuan Zhixia threw the USB drive to Li Sheng, picked up the plate and left.

Chapter 4 Basketball

must have network tools that can completely hide itself before it dares to search for information online.

This is not excessive caution, but rigorous logical reasoning.

First of all, it can be concluded that the so-called Special Affairs Management Bureau has existed for a long time. They are specifically responsible for handling abnormal events and blocking news.

From their point of view, network monitoring is undoubtedly a very important part.

Whether someone survives an unusual event and tells about the bizarre experience online, or someone is involved in an unusual event or disappears mysteriously, and their family members seek help online, it is worthy of the attention of the Special Affairs Bureau.

This means that each online platform has a detection system set up.

Once words that should not appear, such as "Special Affairs Bureau", "Film World", "God's Evil", or their pinyin abbreviations are detected, they will be automatically reported.

First, it is handed over to the AI program or a dedicated person to check whether it is related to abnormal events. Then it is reviewed manually.

Even input method software, document software, and network disk software are under surveillance, and there are sensitive words associated with each other.

You can refer to mobile phone software for this. If you type something on a search engine and then open an online shopping platform, there is a high probability that related products will be pushed to you.

Li Sheng cannot rely on the unprofessionalism of the Special Affairs Bureau.

He put the USB drive in his pocket and walked out of the cafeteria. After a few steps, he was stopped by a teacher, "Students, can you help me move the books?"

"Oh well."

The person who spoke was a computer teacher. Li Sheng knew him and immediately walked over and picked up a bundle of teaching materials from the ground.

Ye Jiaying also came over. She also picked up a bundle of books and smiled, "What a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

Li Sheng nodded awkwardly. Just when he was about to ask Ye Jiaying to put the book in his arms, he held the words back.

"Students, please move the books to the teaching and research office on the third floor of the Science and Technology Building. Thank you."

After the computer teacher finished speaking, he took out his buzzing cell phone, answered the call, and went to chat with the school leader.

"let's go."

Ye Jiaying took a step forward, her plaid skirt swaying, emitting a faint scent of lavender.

Li Sheng followed silently and suddenly felt annoyed. Why didn't the school leaders make this tree-lined avenue longer and more winding?

"Are you going to participate in this year's New Year's Day cultural performance?" Ye Jiaying asked with a smile. "I heard you can play the guitar?"

She is the Chinese class representative and arts committee member in the class, and planning the New Year's Day art performance is within her responsibilities.

"It's OK."

Li Sheng cleared his throat and pretended to be relaxed. Thanks to his aunt and uncle's hard-working education, he took many interest classes with his cousins when he was young, and playing guitar was one of his few amateur skills.

"So, how about we form a band?"

Ye Jiaying asked, "I can play the cello and drums, Han Letian can play the electronic keyboard, Mu Yulu can play the bass, and you are the guitarist."

"You can also play drums?"

Li Sheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Of course he knew that the girl had learned to play musical instruments, and he had long since found out Ye Jiaying's birthday, her favorite music, her favorite movies, her favorite food, etc. through clues on QQ space and other social platforms.

"Yes, I'm pretty good at it."

Ye Jiaying laughed and said, "How about it, do you want to join?"

"Um!"

Li Sheng nodded vigorously, his mind wandering uncontrollably.

On the noisy stage, he appeared in a black windbreaker, playing the guitar wildly and coolly, attracting countless screams from the audience and making the whole audience excited.

The glow sticks waved by the enthusiastic audience formed a shining ocean, and Ye Jiaying, who was beating the drums behind him, looked at him with admiration.

Boom!

The dull sound interrupted Li Sheng's wild thoughts. He subconsciously tilted his head, and the pain of being hit remained on his head.

A colorful Wilson basketball that cost at least eight thousand dollars bounced off his head, bounced on the ground, and fell into the grass nearby.

"Sorry, man, it was an accident."

On the basketball court, a tall and handsome guy wearing a Givenchy T-shirt waved at him with a smile, "Are you okay?"

Luo Zhengxin, a student in Class 10 of the second grade of high school, comes from a family that runs a well-known cosmetics company. He is also handsome and serves as a forward on the school basketball team.

There is a long distance between the basketball court and the boulevard, and there is a row of trees in the middle to block the view. It is impossible for it to hit someone by coincidence.

It was probably because he made a heart shape with roses outside the school gate a few months ago and publicly confessed his love to Ye Jiaying with great confidence, but was politely rejected by the latter.

"Hey, man, are you okay? Don't be stunned."

"It won't be broken if it's hit, right?"

"Brother, can you help me throw the ball over here?"

On the basketball court, the boys who played with Luo Zhengxin all started to help. The boys and girls who were watching them play basketball on the sidelines also had a smile on their faces, enjoying the fun.

"That's really sick."

Ye Jiaying frowned and cursed softly, then put down the book and rubbed Li Sheng's forehead with her hand, "How is it? Does it hurt?"

The action, which seemed somewhat intimate to others, froze the smile on Luo Zhengxin's face.

He shook his collar in a nonchalant manner, revealing the platinum Saint Laurent pendant.

"fine."

Li Sheng, who slit his own throat last night, was not an honest man who would just accept things passively. An unknown fire suddenly rose in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.

He calmly put down his textbook, picked up the Wilson basketball and tossed it, then said to Luo Zhengxin on the basketball court: "I'm throwing it to you, can you catch it?"

Luo Zhengxin grinned confidently, "You can throw it as you like."

He has a tall and straight figure, a head taller than Li Sheng, who is thin and looks like he doesn't exercise much.

Luo Zhengxin had already begun to imagine in his mind how he would catch the basketball in a cool posture, turn around and make a fadeaway jump shot, hitting the three-pointer.

Seeing the other party so optimistic, Li Sheng smiled slightly, held the basketball with the five fingers of his right hand, and when he gently threw it out, he rotated his fingertips slightly.

The basketball fell into Luo Zhengxin's right palm at a slow speed. When he was about to hold the ball with both hands, he found that there was still a spinning force attached to the basketball.

"!!!"

His palm was moved unconsciously, and his wrist twisted back suddenly, hitting himself heavily in the face with the back of his hand.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, Luo Zhengxin's nose bled, his palm lost strength, and the basketball fell to the ground.

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The court fell silent. In the sight of others, Luo Zhengxin caught the slow ball easily, then suddenly hit his nose with the back of his hand, causing his nose to bleed.

It was a girl's scream from the sidelines that made everyone react, "Ah! Jung Shin's nose is bleeding!"

His playing partners and spectators gathered around him, asking if he was in pain, handing him water and tissues, and helping him wipe the blood from his nose. Some even ran to call the school doctor.

"Hey, man, are you okay? Don't be stunned. You won't be hurt by a hit, right?"

Li Sheng looked surprised and said back what he had just said. Seeing that the stadium was in chaos, he picked up the textbook again and walked towards the science and technology building with Ye Jiaying as if nothing had happened.

"You can't leave!"

A pair of brightly dressed young boys and girls climbed over the bushes and stood in front of Li Sheng.

Qiu Yingxun and Qiu Yourong. These two are the celebrities of Class 11 (the so-called study abroad class). Their families run listed companies and are richer than Luo Zhengxin's family. But... their sexual orientation is a bit weird.

Both brothers and sisters can have feelings for both the same and opposite sex.

"You beat Brother Zhengxin so hard that he bled from the nose, and you want to just walk away like this?" Brother Qiu Yingxun said righteously, stretching out his hand, which still had Luo Zhengxin's blood on it, and slapping it on Li Sheng's shoulder.

"What if you smash his face? Can you afford the compensation?" Sister Qiu Yourong said loudly: "He will play in the NBA in the future!"

"NBA cares about skills, not looks."

Looking at this pair of rich siblings who are good-looking but inexplicably silly, Li Sheng said seriously: "Of course, I don't doubt Luo's ability. Sooner or later, he will reach the achievements of my idol Kobe Bryant.

By the way, Kobe has won 5 NBA championships, 1 regular season MVP, 2 Finals MVPs, 4 All-Star Game MVPs, and 2 season scoring titles; he was selected to the All-Star starting lineup 18 times, the best lineup 15 times (including 11 first team times, 2 second team times, and 2 third team times), the best defensive lineup 12 times (including 9 first team times and 3 second team times), and died once. "

Qiu Yingxun and Qiu Yourong stood there, listening to the whole passage in a daze. When Li Sheng and the other man had gone far away, they finally reacted and stamped their feet in anger, "You are not allowed to leave!"

"Don't stop him!"

Luo Zhengxin poked his head out from among the classmates who were asking about each other's well-being and shouted in a muffled voice to stop the Qiu siblings from chasing after Li Sheng.

As a forward on the school team, it was embarrassing enough to fail to catch a slow ball and make yourself bleed from the nose.

If he makes a big deal out of this and lets other students know about it, then his reputation will be ruined.

When people mention him, they will say, "Hey, do you know Luo Zhengxin, the guy on our school's basketball team who said he wants to play in the NBA?"

"I know. What happened to him?"

"He was hit by the ball and had a nosebleed. He stayed in the school hospital for the whole afternoon. Many doctors from the city came to consult with him. After half a day of rescue, the bleeding was finally stopped. The next step is to work hard to figure out how to cut his hair without anesthesia, which is a century-old problem."

Climbing up the steps of the science and technology building, Ye Jiaying glanced back at the Qiu family siblings who looked unconvinced, and couldn't help laughing. "They are so funny."

"Yeah, there's a kind of clear and pure stupidity in his eyes, like a hamster."

Li Sheng couldn't help laughing. He walked into the teaching and research office, put down the book, and clapped his hands.

Outside the window, there are green trees and brilliant sunset glow. Melodious music is playing on the radio. Some people are practicing running on the playground, some are doing the horizontal bar, boys are hanging out together, excitedly talking about the new video games, and girls are in groups of three or five, chatting about the MBTI test questions on Xiaohongshu.

You can vaguely see young lovers walking in the woods, holding hands and saying sweet nothings. When they see a teacher approaching, they quickly shake off their hands and move away from each other, pretending not to know each other.

A scene full of vitality and flourishing things is right before our eyes.

Chapter 5 Infection

The school bell rang and the students filed out of the campus.

With a cotton ball stuffed in his nose, Luo Zhengxin got into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz S-Class, closed the door, and leaned against the window without saying a word.

"Ouch, Xinxin, what's wrong with your nose? Is it bleeding?"

Luo's mother, wearing a mink coat, looked distressed as she stroked her baby son's face.

Luo Zhengxin broke free from his mother's hand, not wanting to respond to the question. He said in a muffled voice, "I got it while playing basketball."

"How can playing basketball cause you to be like this? The skin on your nose is scratched and it will leave a scar. Tell mom who hit you, and I will report it to the school board! This is outrageous."

How could Luo's mother, who had never suffered any loss in the business world, tolerate her beloved son being bullied? She immediately took out her cell phone and called the class teacher to find out what was going on.

Luo Zhengxin had long been accustomed to this kind of family atmosphere. He leaned against the car window, his eyes blank, his mind full of memories of the scenes on the basketball court.

Why didn't I catch such a slow ball?

Why didn't he catch it?

At the same time, Li Sheng, who was being repeatedly talked about in his heart, was riding his bike happily, driving into the alley, and stopped in front of Zhaoji Dessert Shop, and started his working life.

A few hours later, after get off work, Uncle Zhao asked Li Sheng to deal with the remaining ingredients from today.

Cakes, desserts, bread, etc. are not resistant to storage and have a short shelf life. If they cannot be sold, they will have to be thrown away.

In the past, Uncle Zhao couldn't bear to waste food and chose to give the remaining food to others, but the consequences were not so good.

Li Sheng walked to the back alley carrying bags of cakes and suddenly stopped.

The hunger I had in the morning came back again, like waves, each one more violent than the last.

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Li Sheng hesitated for a moment, looked up at the top of the alley, and seeing that there were no surveillance cameras in the alley, he opened the lid of the cake and devoured it.

His stomach seemed to be full and he could not feel full. After eating a large amount of dessert that was enough to make his blood sugar explode, he still felt it was not enough, so he said goodbye to the boss, rode his bike to the night market, and bought several boxes of fried pork chops and fried chicken chops.

"This hunger is definitely not normal. In the morning, a few breakfasts are enough to satisfy it, but in the evening, I need a lot of disgusting desserts and pork chops. If it continues to grow like this, even eating a lot of compressed biscuits will not satisfy it."

His mind was heavy as he calculated how long his hard-earned savings would last.

When I got home, my aunt Li Zhao was in the kitchen, talking on the phone with a serious face, discussing with her colleagues about the new leader who had been parachuted into the company a few days ago.

Uncle Xue Jingming was lying on the sofa watching a football game on TV, while cousin Xue Lingyu and cousin Xue Luomeng were doing TOEFL exercises in the study, preparing for possible studying abroad in the future.

"I'm back." Li Sheng, who was changing his slippers, shouted casually, and only his uncle responded.

Well, I'm used to it. Li Sheng returned to the bedroom and plugged the USB drive Yuan Zhixia gave him into the computer.

Yuan Zhixia is indeed worthy of the title of genius. The program she wrote features a simple page and practical functions.

After thinking for a moment, Li Sheng completely deleted most of the software in the computer, including the input method. He also covered the computer's camera with a sticky note and covered the computer speakers with silencer cotton.

Then he hung up the ladder, logged into the external network, and started with the Prometheus company.

Prometheus Labs was founded ten years ago and was initially just a little-known auto parts company located in Maine, USA.

Until five years ago, a young and energetic company president suddenly came up with an industrial robot invention called Daedalus.

This eight-axis industrial robot is inexpensive and has mature intelligent programs, making it suitable for all tasks including welding, assembly, painting, handling, gluing, and testing.

It can reduce the number of workers required on industrial assembly lines by 20%-70%.

More importantly, as long as the Daedalus robotic arm is given enough raw materials, it can replicate itself!

With this industrial robot, Prometheus Labs has achieved a curve overtaking and quickly surpassed the four giants in the same field - FANUC Corporation, ABB (formed by the merger of Sweden's ASIA and Switzerland's Brown Boveri), Germany's KUKA, and Yaskawa Electric Corporation.

A year later, it acquired Yaskawa Electric and officially entered Japan.

Since then, Prometheus has continued to advance by leaps and bounds, constantly repeating the process of acquisition, expansion, and re-acquisition, covering increasingly wide areas.

Automobile manufacturing, electronics manufacturing, aircraft manufacturing, food and beverage processing, mining, energy, housing construction, infrastructure construction, aerospace, brain-computer interface.

Not only that, Prometheus also has its own police and prisons - they sign contracts with the US government to send armed personnel to Birmingham, New Orleans, Memphis, Baltimore, Detroit and other cities to fight crime and maintain public order. It can be called the real version of "RoboCop".

In war-torn areas outside the United States, they directly train the military to protect local branches.

If the Samsung Group is a monopoly organization entrenched in South Korea, ordinary people can spend their lives in the group from birth to death.

Prometheus is like a gigantic octopus, with influence in every corner and field of the world. It maintains its technological and industrial hegemony with astronomical research investment every year.

"No wonder the man in a suit called August was able to possess a gun in the city."

Li Sheng rubbed his chin and searched for Perez. He found that he was not a senior executive of the Yin City branch, but a mid-level security director, and above him was a security manager.

"Try to search the Special Affairs Bureau again?"

The search results this time were not as rich. No matter whether Li Sheng entered Chinese or English, the abbreviation of the Special Affairs Bureau, or the full name of the Special Affairs Management Bureau, it was difficult to find details.

Instead, when he searched for [Shadow World], [Divine Evil], and [Lord of Insects], he unexpectedly saw several chat screenshots in a niche anonymous forum of urban horror stories abroad.

HaccKer: Look what I captured, Mothman!

The accompanying photo is a blurry hunched figure with huge wings on its back, taken in the evening.

HaccKer: My dad and I were driving back to our farm last night when we caught this thing. It immediately took the deer in its mouth and ran off into the woods when it saw our headlights.

CaLvo: The photo is so blurry, did you use your door lock to take the photo?

BarKLe: The blurry photo reminds me of the 9/11 incident. I was standing under the World Trade Center at the time, holding a camera to take pictures of the people who lost their lives, including my uncle.

CaLvo: My condolences bro. May your uncle rest in peace.

BarKLe: Thank you, he was once the best pilot in the Middle East.

CaLvo: ???

HaccKer: ???

HaccKer: Never mind, I'll continue. I promise this photo is 100% real. There really is a Mothman near my farm. A large number of dead insects appeared inexplicably in the farmland, a sheep disappeared inexplicably, and just today, a cow had a wound on its back that looked like a vampire bite.

CaLvo: It's quite convincing. It's a pity that it's not 50 years ago now, otherwise this photo would still be popular on TV.

DaVid: OP, if I were you, I would hide in the basement immediately. It's night time where you are now, right?

HaccKer: Yeah, what's wrong.

DaVid: Outside the Earth, there is something called the Lord of Insects. You can imagine it as a fallen god from another world, the God of Evil. Half of its body shattered into countless pieces, falling through the cracks into our world. Any creature infected by the fragments of the Lord of Insects will enter a state of "gene hunger". Every once in a while, it will absorb genes from different kinds of creatures and eat a lot to digest the genes. Then it will absorb new genes and eat a lot again. The cycle repeats.

DaVid: Any attempt to slow down, stop or interrupt the cycle will cause the victim's body to mutate significantly. It will turn into a mindless monster that seeks out other victims and spreads the infection.

DaVid: The so-called Mothman you photographed may have been an animal like a wild wolf or a black bear at first. It was infected by the Insect Lord and its body kept mutating, first absorbing genes from small insects, then mammals like mice, then sheep, deer, and even cattle. Finally, humans.

DaVid: You said you lived on a farm. I'm afraid there aren't many neighbors nearby. It's dark now, and the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit won't be able to get there in time. Hide now.

DaVid: It comes to you.