"I think we should reconsider their strategy …"
"Hmm … What have they done?"
When Doomsday Assault and Final Assault saw the disheveled headless body on the ground and the broken tentacle creatures not far away, the two of them were confused.
"If the head earlier was to create psychological pressure, what is this?" Doomsday Assault asked.
Final Assault continued, "Do you think that's the case …" His stiff expression changed thought-provokingly. "After they beheaded the man, they split up for the time being. Blade Runner returned with the head, and the man called … "He glanced at the game menu." The man called Feng Bujue stayed here alone and did something to the body … "
"Is that man a psychopath?" Doomsday Assault asked. "Speaking of which, Thriller Paradise has a very strict restriction on this kind of obscene behavior. What is he capable of?"
"How would I know?" Final Assault replied. "I'm just guessing. Perhaps we have misunderstood … Perhaps they were just very careful when they searched the body."
"I hope so …" Doomsday Assault swallowed.
It was then that the two from Zombie Blade felt a strange pressure. This was far more impactful than seeing a head that had died a horrible death.
This had to be explained from the 'drug' that they had used.
Just as Blade Runner said, the members of Zombie Blade would cheat. It was not that they were the cancer of the industry, but they had their own way of doing things.
Take movie production as an example. For example, there was an unknown scriptwriter who spent several years or even decades to write a script for sponsorship. He poured his heart and soul into a low-budget movie, and in the end, the movie earned five times the investment.
On the other hand, another scriptwriter with a little bit of connections could spend a few months to come up with a crappy script and find a few celebrities to be the lead actors. Then, he could advertise and exaggerate the three vulgarities of the three vulgarities. It was like an open scam to trick the audience into going to the cinema. He could also make some money.
In the end, the profit gained by these two people was the same. The difference was, the former might have gained some reputation, but the latter would be drowned in a sea of negative comments.
But in the end, people were forgetful. When the former disappeared from the scene in the next few years, the latter continued to produce the same bad movie every year. The same method, the same profit …
This example could be used in many industries. In this world, there was more than one way to achieve a goal. As long as one abandoned the restraints of morality and other principles, there were many ways to choose from.
Zombie Blade had contributed greatly to the exploration of the gray area of online gaming. In terms of finding loopholes and bugs, they were even better than a gaming studio like Brahman. Of course, even though this was Zombie Blade's forte, compared to Regulation, they were still slightly lacking. After all, Regulation was the leader of the industry. With its power and history, a gaming studio like Zombie Blade would never be able to join the ranks of the 'top'.
However, what they had achieved so far was more than enough for them. To put it bluntly, everyone's goal was to earn money. Reputation was not important. This world was very realistic. As long as there was enough money, there would be people coming to clean up the mess.
Zombie Blade's employees and players did not even sign the contract directly with the gaming studio. There were many benefits to signing a contract with a third party. Even if they were sued, they could just dissolve the shell company and register a new one. It was just a matter of changing the brand.
Since they were able to exploit this loophole in real life, they were even more fearless in the game. Zombie Blade even had a professional hacking team. In many of the games that they had entered, there were still players using the hacking that Zombie Blade had provided.
Even the banned players did not care about those 'consumable' games. The game was free forever, and the gaming company only wanted to make as much money as they could before the server closed. Therefore, the account registration was very open. There was no need to bind the account to the player's ID, and the same person could register as many accounts. It did not matter if the account was banned, but registering another account was still a hack. The players' mentality was understandable. If they wanted to have fun and win, they had to compete with other players. Giving the money to the gaming company was like throwing it into a bottomless pit. In that case, they might as well use the hack. It would be equally fun, and they would still win. In the end, it would be cheaper than buying limited-time equipment and items. They could just stop paying when they stopped playing.
However, in the era of the fourth-generation photon computer, it was very difficult to cheat without being discovered. Even if they inserted some undetectable hardware into the gaming hub, it was still difficult to do so. As long as the gaming company and the game itself were not too bad, the hack would be discovered eventually.
Therefore, Zombie Blade naturally had other tricks up their sleeves. They would even invent some illegal support 'plug-ins'. These kinds of software were similar to hacks, but they were barely there. Perhaps in a battle between top players, the effect of this kind of support would be negligible, but in a battle between players who were not that skilled, using this kind of tool could give them a huge advantage.
Other than that, Zombie Blade did not care about the deteriorating reputation of the gaming studio. They often engaged in vicious competition, and their target was none other than their peers. Of course, they did not dare mess with the likes of Regulation and Brahman. They knew that they could not afford to mess with powerful opponents. However, they did not hold back when dealing with gaming studios that were similar to them. They spread rumors to slander them and attacked their servers. The effect was more or less there, and they did manage to bring down some gaming studios.
In short, these guys were professionals. They were able to find a way to reach a high standard and walk on a broad path.
There was a saying that went, 'You have to pay for what you did.' In the end, Zombie Blade had run into a wall in one of the games … no, a wall of blood. That game was Thriller Paradise.
The system of the game was impeccable, and it was impossible to cheat on the data level.
Therefore, they secretly organized a cyber attack. They wanted to hack into the Dream Company's server to test its flexibility.
But … something bad happened. Zombie Blade not only failed to break through the firewall of the Dream Company, they were attacked instead. An unknown virus bypassed many fake IPs and puppets to directly infect and destroy Zombie Blade's own system.
That day, a round cartoon face appeared on all the computer screens in the entire company building. It was a wretched figure wearing glasses, constantly laughing sinisterly. All the data in their computer hard drives had been destroyed. The loss was unimaginable. It could no longer be described as a serious injury, it was as if they had broken their own hands and feet.
The scariest thing that happened that day was the laptop on the table of the chairman of Zombie Blade's office exploded. He had only seen this in movies before. A hacker at the level of a national secret agent would remotely overheat the laptop battery and cause it to explode. Who would have thought he would experience something like this in his life?
Due to the uniqueness of this incident, Zombie Blade could only swallow the bitter pill. With regards to Dream Inc., they no longer dared to attack them through the internet …
Then, Zombie Blade's hardware development department was attacked as well. They tried many types of illegal external hardware, but none of them worked on the gaming hub released by the Dream Company. The technical reason was hard to find. Even if they took the gaming hub apart, they could not find the problem.
This situation had never happened before. In this day and age, they had so many technicians, but they could not even cheat in the game. Was there any justice in this world? Was this Dream Company the Department of National Defense or something else?
Therefore, the members of Zombie Blade worked together. After many meetings, they finally came up with a solution … to do something to the players.
PU63 was the code for a type of medicine. No one knew what the models were, from PU01 to PU62. In any case, PU63 was the only way for Zombie Blade to clear Thriller Paradise.
Regarding the relationship between Zombie Blade and an unscrupulous pharmaceutical company, we will not talk about it for now.
In any case, after the players drank the medicine, they would enter a state known as' conscious anesthesia '. It sounded like two contradictory terms, but the general meaning was easy to understand. It was a kind of' forced calmness'.
All the experimental data showed that the players who consumed PU63 would never have their Terror Points reach more than fifty percent in the scenario. Without affecting their mental activity, their pain tolerance would increase, and in an emergency situation, such as during a heated battle, they would be able to react faster.
To put it bluntly, this was a kind of 'stimulant' for the players.
The gaming hub only monitored the player's heartbeat, pulse, blood pressure, and other data. It could not provide a drug detection function, so this medicine could be used without restraint.
Currently, Zombie Blade's PU63 was only used by the internal players. They did not plan to sell it to the public, but the plan to sell it was already on the agenda. In the next two months, the PU63 would appear on various third-party trading websites, but of course, that was a story for another day.
Back to the story … Therefore, the confidence of the two from Zombie Blade was not baseless. With the aid of the medicine, even though they would still feel fear, the degree of fear … would at least be alleviated on a physiological level.
With this kind of psychological advantage and the actual advantage in the game level, it was normal for them to think that they would win.
"Wait a minute … Look, what is that?" Final Assault said as he squatted down. He focused his eyes and realized that there were some traces under the shirt that was half lifted up.
Doomsday Assault heard that and also squatted down to take a closer look.
In the end, he managed to lift up the corpse's shirt and get a clear view of the situation. Not far from the corpse's stomach, there was a line of words carved deep into the flesh.
"WhySoSerious?" Doomsday Assault read the words aloud and raised his head to look at his teammate. "What is this?"
"This is …" Final Assault was also confused. Suddenly, he noticed that at the 'question mark' at the end of the line, there was a metallic thread poking out from under his skin. He reached out his hand and used two fingers to pinch the end of the metallic thread. He wanted to pull it out to take a look …
…
Bang!
At the same time, at the other side of the lab, after Feng Bujue heard the explosion, he glanced at the game menu and mumbled listlessly, "Tsk … Only one down …"
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