Please call me Cyber ​​Demon King

"It's okay, I understand."

Ke Ling paused for a moment, then answered.

He hadn't expected Jack Wells to notice that something was wrong with him, but upon reflection, it seemed quite normal.

First, he didn't hide anything; all his emotions were on full display. Second, Jack Wells, this burly man, wasn't as purely brute as he appeared on the surface.

Jack Wells is sentimental, loyal, and very perceptive. He's like a fierce Zhang Fei who can embroider, so it's normal to notice when he's not in a good mood.

The two fell silent for a moment, and Curtis's engine roared in the night, soon arriving at the location designated by the "priest," the small chapel.

"Leave the rest to us; the priest is waiting for you."

As soon as the car came to a stop, a man who looked like a Haywood man came over and knocked on the window.

Ke Ling and Jack Wells got out of the car and handed it over to the man. Jack Wells chatted with the man for a few words, and they clearly knew each other.

"Buzz!"

Curtis started the engine again, and the Haywood man simply drove the car away.

"You just handed it over to him like that?"

The two stood by the roadside, watching the car drive away, and Ke Ling asked.

However, judging from the situation, this shouldn't be the first time something like this has happened; Jack Wells and the man both seemed quite familiar with the process.

"Of course, the priest will arrange treatment for them."

Jack Wells spoke with certainty, glanced at Ke Ling, and then asked with a smile:

"Besides, if we don't hand it over to the priest, are we supposed to pay their medical bills ourselves? Do you have the money?"

Hearing this, Ke Ling remained silent. Indeed, they had done more than enough; all that remained was to trust the priest.

"I was actually quite lucky this time. I've killed quite a few cleaners, but I've rarely actually managed to rescue anyone like this."

Jack Wells remarked that he deeply loathed these scavengers.

"Let's go see the priest."

Ke Ling stopped hesitating and went straight into the chapel, with Jack Wells immediately following.

"okay, I get it."

The two met the priest again in the confessional, who appeared to be on the phone.

Ke Ling and Jack Wells came in just as the priest finished his call and hung up.

"You did a great job, this is your reward."

The priest praised them and then promptly transferred the money to Ke Ling and Jack Wells.

When Ke Ling looked, the account balance, which was originally zero, started jumping with characters and had now become 3000.

Ke Ling wasn't sure if 3000 was a lot or a little. He looked at Jack Wells, but the burly man's expression didn't change, as if he was used to it.

"Don't think it's too little, kids. This money was scraped together."

The priest's voice was low, and he seemed somewhat helpless about it. A cleaning gang of more than a dozen people with full firepower was only worth 9000. No wonder no one was willing to take it on.

However, this 9000 was already the limit; it was all raised by the residents of Haywood who lived nearby.

For ordinary people, even if they work themselves to the bone for a month, they might only earn a pittance, and after deducting their monthly living expenses, they basically can't save any money.

Everyone had been scrimping and saving and working themselves to the bone to raise this money.

They just wanted someone to help them get rid of these cleaners. They were willing to spend money; it was better than having their family members captured and sold by the cleaners.

The priest had a clear conscience, because he hadn't taken a single penny of the money; he was simply helping out.

“These cleaners, 3000 is more than enough.”

Jack Wells replied that he would be happy to kill the cleaners, but he also knew that no one would pay them unless they kidnapped someone they shouldn't have.

The street cleaners aren't stupid. They have so many homeless people, poor people, and outsiders that no one cares about to tie up, so why would they be so foolish as to tie up rich people?

The street cleaners don't do kidnapping and extortion. Even if they kidnapped a rich person, they would dismantle the building and sell the parts for money.

Aside from the fact that their prosthetic bodies might be a bit more expensive, the rich are not more cost-effective than the homeless, the poor, or outsiders; on the contrary, they may bring unnecessary danger.

"Where's V? Why didn't he come along?"

The priest was puzzled. Didn't Ke Ling and Jack Wells go to rescue V? Why didn't they come back together?

"V is still cleaning up the battlefield, her share."

Ke Ling paused for a moment, but still asked the question. Actually, he didn't expect the priest to pay wages so quickly, since V hadn't even arrived yet.

"Don't worry, Ke Ling, I saved that portion for her."

The priest explained that he had been working as a middleman in Heywood for so many years that he would naturally not have any problems with splitting the money.

It's understandable that the priest might have doubts since Ke Ling has only just met him. He'll be fine once they get to know each other better. You see, Jack Wells won't doubt him anymore.

Ke Ling didn't say anything more. He had received his salary, and V wasn't there, so it was only natural to ask a question. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Father, is there any job that can make a lot of money?"

Although he had just earned 3000, Jack Wells was clearly not satisfied; he wanted to make big money.

"Yes, I happen to have one here, but it's best to find a hacker to do this job."

The priest nodded; he had just received a commission, a truly big one.

"I know hackers, and they're very reliable."

Jack Wells' eyes lit up. He was ambitious and unwilling to miss any opportunity to make a name for himself.

“Tell us about it, Father.”

Ke Ling also became interested; he wanted to earn something big, as 3000 yuan was really hard to spend.

It's perfectly adequate for a month of normal living, but if you're thinking of installing prosthetics, that's just absurd.

Organs like prosthetic eyes are relatively inexpensive because they are so common.

But these artificial eyes from the Qilusi are quite expensive, and most people simply can't afford them, opting instead for cheaper, mass-produced ones.

"Okay, let me tell you about this job. The target is a biotechnology company."

The priest didn't keep him in suspense and started speaking right away. He had barely begun when Jack Wells became excited.

Having worked as a cyber shopper for so many years, Jack Wells knows very well that once this job involves a company, the price will definitely not be cheap.

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Chapter 29 Done!

"The customer wants research and development data for a drug from a biotechnology company. This order is for 300,000."

As the priest spoke, he sent the detailed information to Ke Ling and Jack Wells.

Ke Ling opened it and took a look. This was not medicine at all. It was clearly some kind of virus, targeting a subspecies of wheat.

"These bastards are responsible for the extinction of so many species."

After reviewing the information, Jack Wells couldn't help but curse, saying that these corporate dogs had nothing better to do than think about how to harm people.

"Should we take this job?"

Ke Ling looked at Jack Wells. He personally wanted to take the job; it was worth 300,000, but unfortunately, he wasn't a hacker.

This task requires the involvement of hackers, and they must be highly skilled, at least capable of infiltrating biotechnology systems; otherwise, they would be helpless.

"catch!"

Jack Wells didn't hesitate; it was 300,000 euros, and even if it was split among several people, each person could get tens of thousands of euros.

“Okay, I’ll ask around for you. He might not feel at ease if you don’t have a hacker. This customer needs it very urgently, so he might have contacted other people as well.”

The priest nodded, which was considered a preliminary agreement, but this kind of big operation was very complicated and certainly not as simple and brutal as killing a few cleaners.

"This client is probably just a corporate employee."

Jack Wells quipped, "After all, the information about this virus isn't really useful to the average person."

The priest ignored him. As the middleman, he naturally wouldn't reveal any of the client's information without their permission.

Even with Jack Wells, the priest would not make an exception; this was his basic duty as a mediator.

"You can find out whose seeds this wheat subspecies came from by checking."

Ke Ling came up with an idea: the problem was too simple. Whoever's seed was being targeted by the virus would naturally be the one most interested in the relevant information.

The war between agricultural companies has been driving various species to extinction, but they are also creating new species that can resist diseases and increase yields.

Naturally, to cultivate this new species, one must pay the company for a license in order to obtain the seeds.

If you don't buy it, then you have to bear the risk yourself, the risk that your crops will be killed overnight by some kind of virus.

Even if you buy it, you still have to bear this risk, because the other company will study how to kill this new seed. When a new species appears, a new virus will naturally appear as well.

"That's a good idea."

Jack Wells gave Ke Ling a thumbs up and immediately started searching online.

The internet that ordinary people can use naturally doesn't have many powerful functions, and the information they can access is very limited; they can only see things like entertainment gossip and news.

"Holy crap, it doesn't seem to be listed yet?"

After searching through various agricultural news articles, Jack Wells couldn't find any relevant information, leaving him quite surprised.

"Biotechnology is really amazing."

Ke Ling sighed, "Now the matter is simple and clear."

The competitor's seeds haven't even hit the market yet, and the biotechnology company has already prepared the virus; that's truly insidious.

Although it's unclear which agricultural company was so unlucky, the client must be in a real hurry; anyone would be anxious in that situation.

"What biotechnology?"

As the two were talking, V walked in from outside, looking puzzled.