strokinit Chapter 21 What you hold in your heart will surely resonate.
Chapter 21 What you hold in your heart will surely resonate.
Although I've said it more than once, the theory of "makeshift team" is truly universally applicable.
Joey thought that if he wanted to access Vought Corporation's confidential information, he would have to do what hackers in movies do: randomly typing command lines, bypassing five firewalls and destroying six honeypots. However, he found that Vought Corporation's WiFi speed was quite fast.
These idiots, in order to share printers and scanners, practically exposed every internet-connected computer on this floor to the intranet. It made Joey want to just refund the $6 ebook "Network Penetration from Beginner to Expert" that he had bought from Amazon.
This is the third time this month that a certain idiot in the HR department has submitted an OA request, asking the IT department to come and check her computer because it's too slow.
"Isn't that obvious?" Joey watched as this brilliant man put all the personnel information he had handled into a folder on the desktop. The C drive, which had a capacity of two terabytes, was already full. How could it not lag?
She even saved the password to the company's management system directly in her browser. It would be a bit disrespectful for Joey not to click on it and take a look.
"Ah, there you are!"
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Ashley, the brilliant HR manager, walked into the conference room carrying a stack of schedules. Joey quickly switched to "Victoria 3".
"The Invisible Man is absent today. He was supposed to appear at a public event with Deep Sea. How about you cover for him?"
"Can't the Deep Sea handle this all by itself?"
Speaking of the deep sea, Joey had just glanced at the information and found that it wasn't some Atlantean, but rather an outstanding graduate of some university called Doghead Gold. After graduation, he was directly selected for the Super Seven. He could move freely at a depth of 10,000 meters and had extremely high physical strength.
"It's just a smuggling and drug trafficking gang. Deepsea could handle it all by himself, but these days fans love seeing superhero team up. What's that term again? Dream collaboration?"
"Okay~"
After the banana incident, Joey honestly didn't want to participate in any of Vought International's activities. This company was running more like a super idol than a superhero.
However, this show was at least about cracking down on drug trafficking, which gave Joey some motivation. Although the rampant drug problem was entirely the fault of the local authorities, it didn't stop him from doing a good deed every day, did it?
Using the excuse that he needed to wrap up and shut down the game, Joey sent Ashley away and cleared his access history one by one, preparing to look at it again another day.
That night.
"So you can really talk to fish? Including small fish?"
Joey was always curious about how the deep sea could talk to fish, since most fish, physiologically speaking, did not have the necessary conditions to talk to humans.
Their brains are smaller than a peanut. The process of communicating with such simple thinking and the complex thinking of humans would be even more brutal than humans directly facing the thoughts of ancient gods.
"If you want to make fun of me, just laugh. There's no need to beat around the bush."
Shen Hai's features were regular, but for some reason he looked shifty-eyed. At this moment, he could only reply weakly without offering any further explanation.
If it were any other newcomer, Deepsea would have made them experience what workplace bullying is like, but Homelander, who is used to being the punching bag, really couldn't muster any courage to fight back when he met Joey, who was similar to Homelander.
He didn't want to have his legs broken like a locomotive.
"I heard you graduated from the Gold Nuggets Academy? What kind of school is that?"
"It's Godotkin University, Godotkin! University! Not some Godotkin College!"
When Godotkin Academy was mentioned, Deep Sea perked up as if he had been stressed, immediately distancing himself from it. He was a top-ranked star student who graduated from Godotkin Hero University.
It's not the Godokin Academy of Professor John Godokin, the leader of the G-Men. That academy is more like a zoo than an academy. To put it bluntly, the people there are purely Professor G's personal animal companions, the kind that come and go as they please.
"All right."
Joey didn't know why the deep sea was reacting so strongly, but he was on his guard and planned to investigate further after beating up the drug dealers below.
Drug problems have long been a chronic issue in American society, and drugs are often associated with major cases involving guns, murder, and organized violent gangs.
Ignoring the bullet aimed at his face, Joey reached out and crushed the gangster's pistol into a piece of scrap metal. The gangster, seeing the red light in Joey's eyes, was terrified and had no choice but to kneel down and beg for mercy.
The other two accomplices were about to escape when they were ambushed by Shen Hai on the other side, and each of them delivered a punch to the ground.
Hearing the familiar yet distinctive Spanish accents of the group, Joey wasn't surprised at all. After all, he had been through countless battles in his previous life, and he would rush to wherever there was chaos in Central and South America. Naturally, he knew what kind of people were mainly involved in the drug trade in the United States.
Seeing that the dust had settled, Ashley immediately ordered the photography crew to come over and take pictures of the scene with their long lenses and microphones, and even asked herself to shout a few slogans.
Joey's face darkened at the sight, and he immediately took to the air and fled.
In Joey's eyes, drug dealers deserve to die. Even if he killed them now, Walter's public relations department could definitely clear his name, and he might even gain more fans among the redneck community.
But Joey didn't do it, not because he was restrained, but because it was actually pointless. After all, the more places he went, the more he felt that most parts of the world were actually pretty messed up.
The drug trade in the country to the south of this "city on the mountaintop" is so rampant that it's impossible to eradicate it completely.
Besides the locals being driven by greed, it's more a case of reaping what you sow.
When the major companies that control the grain, oil, and fruit industries treat those areas as their own backyard, taking whatever they want, they should have anticipated this.
Large corporations are swallowing up farmland and mechanizing large-scale production of primary agricultural products, which naturally disrupts the local supply and demand balance. In order to survive, self-sufficient farmers who previously relied on growing grains and fruits have no choice but to take a step back and choose to grow crops with higher added value, such as opium.
When giant corporations choose to continue encroaching on land, the displaced farmers have nowhere to retreat. They can only choose more extreme ways to make a living. Taking up arms and heading north, selling technology and ruthless skills to these Americans is considered a decent way to survive.
The presence of top-tier agencies like the CIA, which can use drugs without any moral boundaries to combat enemies and divert funds, makes the drug problem even more unmanageable.
How can the DEA effectively combat drugs when they're surrounded by these scoundrels every day?
Joey's current approach of arresting these drug dealers is like pruning a large tree branch that's rotting from the roots; it won't solve the underlying problem and will only make things worse.
Joey originally came out to do a good deed to improve her mood, but instead she ended up feeling even more nauseous.
Upon reflection, Joey realized that the reason his super hearing and super vision were sometimes sharp and sometimes not might be related to his fragile heart, which often overthought things for no reason.
Joey didn't know how the real Superman selectively knew the information he wanted to know. If he had super senses that could cover the entire planet, it would be hard for him not to listen to and look at the places he had visited in his past life and couldn't forget.
Some things are unforgettable even from a distant glimpse, let alone seeing them in person.
A wise person, when dealing with animals, cannot bear to see them die, even if they are alive.
If he could really see, how could he ignore the women, children, and the elderly who were barely surviving in the ruins, whose lives could be taken away by a shell at any moment?
If he could really hear them, how could he convince himself not to respond to the prayers in the ruins of those who hoped to be with their families and live to see the next day's sunrise?
Ever since his warm haven in this world was burned to the ground, Joey has increasingly felt that having died once, he might have developed serious psychological problems.
Has more than a decade of farm life in Kansas really not changed me? Am I still the same war correspondent who dared to risk his life?
In the past, I, with my flesh and blood, dared to carry the long guns and short cannons of a reporter and shuttle through the war zone, but now, with my body of steel, why haven't I stepped out of Kansas for fifteen years?