"Judy~"
In the backstage studio of Liz Bar, Evelyn entangled herself with a beautiful girl with short green-pink hair, wearing a sleeveless tank top, pleading with pitiful eyes.
Judy Alvarez, Liz's resident genius Mewtwo editor, sat in the chair with a helpless and irritable expression, once again emphasizing with increased urgency, "Listen to me, Evelyn, those Spark Team guys are really not to be messed with!"
"I know! That's why I must find you. Who else besides you can ensure that when recording Mewtwo, it won't be detected, and can still maintain the recording effect even when using a Sex Doll Chip?"
Evelyn affectionately reached out her hand, shaking her arm, fully aware that Judy was a girl who easily softened.
She put on a pitiful look, pleading, "This isn't just for the money, it's also for safety—who knows what they want to use me for? I need an escape plan!"
"So you're planning to collaborate with Internet Supervision and play tricks behind their backs?"
Judy sighed, her expression serious, "That Spark Team won't be afraid of the Mox Gang. If they really find out something's wrong, trust me, no one can protect you!
Even Internet Supervision won't work! They dare to offend Arasaka and Military Science, there's no way they'd fear Internet Supervision!"
Evelyn, however, remained confident, "Listen, Internet Supervision has promised that as long as I can record Mewtwo, they'll provide witness protection! Not only money, they'll send me to Europe!
A new identity, sunny beaches, a new home, even a new job...
And if everything goes smoothly, how would those Spark Team guys ever know we're secretly recording Mewtwo?"
Evelyn naively said, "Recording Mewtwo is just initiating the process through the Brain-Computer Interface and it gets stored in my personal chip, and you're the best Mewtwo tech expert, plus the disguise program provided by Internet Supervision... It won't go wrong!"
"You should know that A is a super hacker, right?" Judy still showed resistance.
But Evelyn said calmly, "Yes, I know, he's a hacker better than those in the Voodoo Gang, but come on, our employer this time is Internet Supervision! Whose hacking skills can compare to Internet Supervision's?"
Judy hesitated, finally, after a moment of silence, nodded, "I know I can't persuade you, anyway, even if I refuse, you'll just find someone else...
But I have to tell you, if you sense anything wrong, you must immediately contact someone from Internet Supervision and leave Night City."
"I know... Thank you, Judy." Evelyn showed a grateful expression.
And Judy sighed, sitting back in front of the computer, "Plug in the brain-computer cable, I have to transfer the recording program to your Brain-Computer Interface."
"Okay!" Evelyn sat excitedly in the chair, plugging in the recording program.
After successfully transmitting the hidden recording program, Judy warned, "You better pray that Internet Supervision's disguise and shielding program is good enough, otherwise if someone installs a detection program in the chip and finds data anomalies, you're screwed."
Evelyn nodded heavily, saying, "Don't worry, I know."
"I don't think you know anything..." Judy complained, watching Evelyn get up, worriedly asking, "When are you going to meet that big shot?"
"They said in the evening, around six, they'll send someone to find me, give me a Sex Doll Chip, and then I won't be allowed to remove it until around seven when the city's big agent Mark picks me up..."
Evelyn's eyes glowed with excitement, "If everything goes well, the 500,000 Euros promised by Internet Supervision, plus the 300,000 Euros they'll give me... Judy, that's a lot of money!"
"Having the money to take, you also need to be alive to spend it..." Judy sighed.
But Evelyn had great faith in Internet Supervision's capabilities, just repeating again, "Don't worry, that's Internet Supervision! The hackers in Night City, as amazing as they are, they're just a bunch of amateurs!"
With the old net being brought down by Bartmos, the fact is that hacking skills have been declining year by year, as networks were no longer globally connected, most hackers could only exchange knowledge on local networks.
Hackers could not, as before, freely learn various hacker knowledge provided by good-hearted people on the global network, nor could they recklessly experiment with their hacker techniques on the global network, so the regression of skills was inevitable.
And as a global network supervision organization, Internet Supervision's internal network knowledge tutorials are arguably the most comprehensive and in-depth in the world, and everyone recruited into Internet Supervision is a top-notch hacker.
It can be said that Evelyn's common-sense judgment is not wrong.
For ordinary hackers, indeed there is an insurmountable technical gap with Internet Supervision.
But what Evelyn doesn't know is—some geniuses, like Mercer, defy common-sense judgment.
...
At six in the evening, in a private room at Liz Bar.
Evelyn looked at the baby-faced David in front of her, with a somewhat surprised expression, "Did A really send you over to deliver the chip?"
"You can call me David, David Martinez!" Despite trying to appear serious, to Evelyn, he still seemed too green, his eyes' innocence couldn't be hidden, making his foolishness plainly obvious.
David, however, remained oblivious—he deliberately put on a cold appearance like his 'fantasy' version of a big brother, flaunting the pistol grip at his waist, posing as a tough guy.