Wizard: Become stronger by drawing cards from the potions variety show

Chapter 767

"Even with the Hound One trained to this point, it still can't find the remaining three opponents?"

Noah looked at the data on the screen and thought to himself.

The five invaders discovered so far are all quite powerful, but they are still some distance away from what Noah expected.

Sure enough, the ranking has always been like this. The closer you get to the top, the bigger the gap becomes.

Although it seems that there are only three people who have not been checked out, I am afraid that these are actually the top three candidates among this time. The difficulty of checking the third and first place may increase significantly.

Thinking of this, Noah suddenly came to his senses.

"The Hound I's inspection logic is currently well established. Data collected from within the classified building relies entirely on the building's own defensive arrangements. If the enemy is intimately familiar with the building's layout and has carefully considered every detail, then this situation could indeed have occurred."

"Although the defense system of the classified building will be refreshed with the reset of the battle block, the defense deployment is often only a small randomization within the original process, and the overall defense pattern will not change."

"That is to say, as long as someone is careful and well prepared, it can indeed be done."

Noah nodded slightly.

After all, they are seniors. Three out of eight people can make such detailed arrangements, which is enough to show their abilities.

Now the arrangement of the second blueprint has not been triggered yet, which means that the other three people have not yet lurked there. However, since the opponent has given up the first blueprint and wants to directly challenge a higher difficulty, this shows the opponent's determination. Even if they don't get close, they should not be too far away.

It seems that there is not much time left for me.

Noah's psychological expectation is that he can discard 3 drawings, but at least keep one drawing.

Although the reward for the mission is not particularly important at present, the success or failure of the mission are two different results, which will be recorded in your own research file in the future. It would not look good to report a failure.

"Let the capture begin."

Once we capture a few of the invaders, we might be able to get information about other people from them, which will help us focus our defense.

【Instructions received.】

[Arrest deployment is underway.]

On the screen, Hound Epidemic began to list in detail the current status of both parties and the resources available. It was trying to set up capture plans one by one and was evaluating the possible subsequent developments of the capture plans.

The assessment process is quite fast. According to the current situation, a capture plan should be finalized soon.

He took a quick glance and turned his attention back to the program in his hand. He needed to control the group of engineering robots in the production workshop and try to deploy new monitoring methods at key locations in the current confidential building.

We cannot put all our hopes on capturing prisoners. It would be best if we could get information from them. If we can't find any, it will ultimately depend on the direction of their own iteration and upgrading.

……

Toilet.

A man in a suit is cupping his hands and splashing water on his face.

There was another companion wearing the same suit next to him, who was looking at him with envy.

"You really stole the show this time. Did you do it on purpose, Bruce?"

The man named Bruce slowly stood up, took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his cheek, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes.

"deliberately?"

"Yes, when we were deploying the defense plan, you said nothing. Then when the AI ​​came down to inspect it, you pointed out all the loopholes in the plan."

My colleague laughed and said, "Tsk, tsk, you have no idea how upset the supervisor was at that time. Fortunately, you made the right bet. Now you have direct management rights, and the supervisor position is just around the corner."

"Is that what you think?" Bruce threw the handkerchief in his hand into the trash can.

"if not?"

"I can't hide it from others after all. But that's the way the world is. If I want to rise, I have no choice but to do this."

Remiel, disguised as Bruce, remained calm on the surface. He tidied his clothes in an orderly manner, pressed his eyes, and the tired look faded from his face.

Time was still too tight, and my own actions were still a bit too hasty, which made me realize that something was strange.

But fortunately, although there are some differences from the original handling method, it is generally still within the scope of the personality model.

As long as it can be explained it's fine.

Of course, it is a bit risky, but the returns are also very high.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to successfully enter the management level and obtain the core data.

"That's right, that's the only way. I just didn't expect you to be able to do this. Fortunately, I'm your friend."

A colleague standing by shrugged.

A cold light flashed in Remiel's eyes: "I'm really tired of that idiot."

When my colleagues heard this, they were amazed and thought to themselves: I didn't expect that the honest man who usually follows me around and never says a word can be like this. It really proves the saying that the dog that bites doesn't bark.

"Well said. I've disliked him for a long time. You've made it big. After this incident, you've gained the AI's favor. Everything will be easy to talk about now."

Remiel didn't care and just glanced at him.

He then took out a needle from his pocket and injected it into his body.

Powerful stimulant.

The bionic people here are no different from normal people in the outside world. Their natural living habits and conditions are completely based on the outside world, and are also based on the standards of large companies.

One of the perks of being a big company is having unlimited access to high-quality stimulants.

This can be considered as reducing some of Remiel's expenses.

He also needs to continuously inject stimulants to keep himself in his current state of concentration and continue to dive deep into other people's consciousness to obtain information, which is also a huge burden for Remiel.

Of course, in the eyes of others, "Bruce" suddenly changed from an assistant to an acting director, arranging plans and filling loopholes, which was indeed energy-consuming. The continuous high-intensity injection of stimulants could be forgiven for not being noticeable.

They simply didn't know that for combat professionals in the library, battle planning was a mandatory course, something that didn't require much effort. Remiel spoke up: "How's the matter I asked you to inquire about?"

The colleague looked around and said nothing cautiously.

Remiel said, "Don't be nervous. I've blocked this place with my authority. There's no one else here except us. Just tell me what you want."

My colleague whispered, "We've found out. The first blueprint has been taken by an intruder. It's said they took it with such force that our initial defensive offensive didn't have the desired effect. They quickly took it."

"Tsk tsk tsk, seriously, when I heard the high-level executives coming down this time were a bunch of brats, I knew they weren't reliable. It's no surprise that this happened. I don't know what family they're related to, but it's a shame they have different fates."

Remiel pressed on, "Any concrete news?"

"I don't know the specific information. It's all confidential. After all, the main focus is on deploying combat robots. There are very few people involved. If they say too much, it will cause trouble for them."

"But it doesn't matter. You should know the whole process without even thinking about it. It's nothing more than the combat sub-AI not applying for approval, and then it was easily eliminated."

"In terms of management, AI is indeed good, but in terms of combat, we humans are still stronger. We are not the top combat players yet."

My colleague was talking a lot and was very talkative.

Remiel, who was just listening to him, found it a little funny.

The colleague in front of me is essentially a robot, but at this moment he is mocking his own kind with a very lifelike expression, as if he is very proud of being a human being.

Remiel knew that his logic was strictly programmed and deeply simulated the way humans think.

It is set up like this, no matter what it thinks, it can only say this.

But what he said did make some sense, and this was also a topic that Remiel often discussed with his companions.

Remiel echoed his colleague's words, saying, "The combat AI is just so-so. It won't be able to defeat a high-level combat professional."

"The only thing they can get is a highly replaceable body shell. If one breaks, they just use a new one, saving time on treatment and recovery. In addition, the AI ​​and the body shell are separate, not limited by area or location, and have high mobility."

"When it comes to direct combat capability, they're really no match for it."

"I didn't even need to look to know the theft of the first blueprint was a foregone conclusion."

My colleague sighed. "Isn't that right? After the first blueprint was stolen, their target was of course the second blueprint."

"I've heard about your story. You submitted several proposals, but they were all rejected."

Remiel snorted coldly and said angrily, "It's really frustrating. There's obviously a better way, but you just don't use it. The mission is to protect the blueprints. What could be more important than completing the mission?"

A colleague looked at the depressed Remiel and said, "Relax, man. Now you know it. Some things are not because the motherboard doesn't want to do them, but because they have requirements and there is nothing we can do."

"Our location is used to test the Hound Type 1..."

"Huh?! Hound Type 1, what is that?" Remiel grasped the information keenly.

This is an opportunity.

My colleague showed a look of surprise on his face, then he realized what he had said and stopped talking about it in a panic.

"Nothing, let's get back to what you asked me to find out..."

Remiel raised an eyebrow. "Leaking confidential information is a serious violation and will directly affect your performance evaluation for promotion. As long as I report it now, I don't know where you got the information from, but you and the person who told you this information will be punished."

My colleague looked unhappy.

Remiel had not expected such an unexpected gain.

He knew that this colleague had a good relationship with him and was usually well-informed.

So, with the idea of ​​not wasting time, he sent away a colleague who was familiar with him and asked him to gather information and collect as much information as possible about the drawings in this mission. If he could collect any information, that would be the best. Even if he couldn't, it would buy him more time to help him play Bruce.

Unexpectedly, his source of information was so flexible that he was able to obtain the information that interested him directly.

Remiel showed an interested look and continued, "Our interests do not conflict. I just want to complete this mission successfully. I need more intelligence. Even if it violates the law, I don't care. I can even use my authority to erase this part of the record."

"You should know that the acting supervisor has this power. My involvement in this incident itself is a violation of the rules. At this point, our interests are intertwined. You trust me, and I trust you. Working together is beneficial to both of us."

"If this mission is successful, I will highlight you in the report. The promotion process in the Confidential Building is very strict, and this incident may be a good opportunity for me."

Hearing what Remiel said, his colleague sighed: "I don't know much."

"All I know is that Hound and his crew are supposed to be a program that supplements combat logic, learning and improving through our reactions. It's not the same kind of combat AI we had before, but a new type of combat AI."

"I heard that in order to facilitate learning, the main task this time is not to assist the system's growth, but to assist in its development. This is also why many of your proposals were not adopted."

"I heard that when the first blueprint was lost and the combat robot was breached, the security director of that floor was contacted to come up with a solution, but it ultimately wasn't very effective."

"To put it bluntly, this is actually a semi-finished product, and we are helping this semi-finished product grow."

The colleague hesitated for a moment and said, "Since it's come to this, I'll just say a few more words. It would have been perfectly fine for that fat supervisor to take the blame, but I don't know why you suddenly stepped forward."

"In fact, I don't think this is a good thing. The most important thing for us is how to protect ourselves."

"You don't want to risk your life to fill in experimental data, do you?"

Remiel compared the intelligence he heard today with the mission information in his mind, and found that many parts matched.

He could tell that his colleague was sincere in his last few words, and his physical signs were stable throughout the entire description, with no signs of lying.

"I see."

Remiel nodded.

Apparently, in the eyes of his colleagues, the Hound I was an experimental weapon, highly unreliable. His own advance had really run into a wall of fire.

But what he didn't know was that after listening to his words, Remiel was certain that he really needed to be in the position of acting director.

Just because the acting supervisor had the opportunity to come into direct contact with the Hound Type 1 and understand its functions, it could not be missed.

(End of this chapter)