It wasn't silence that greeted me in the bedrooms, there was already somehow an inms here, they call such a kind of stranger, like an ugly humanoid raptor for me. He is too much ... Animal, live on dinosaurs. They didn't forget to show me these reptiles when they were brainwashed. They stuffed everything that could harm the psyche, military conflicts, propaganda, conspiracy theories, just meat horror films ... Sometimes it seemed to me that they consulted with old women from the wilderness. They also believe that various action movies and television in general harm the child's psyche.

- Not scientists, but complete ignoramuses. Where were they taken?

The monster did not touch me, only wandered around and hissed suspiciously. Let him just try to do something, just try, ugly dirty trick, I'll put an eye on his ass and burn him besides. There is nothing here to raise your picks on me!

In response, I also hissed at him.

So, asshole, I found someone to hiss at.

The first thing that caught my eye was the bunks against the walls and the bookshelf... And on closer inspection...

- Jackpot!

I'm lucky! Lucky for the first time! I found a bunk that says Yoshida. Little Japanese asshole won't get away from me!

Only while I was looking for the magazine, I managed to examine its corner. Posters with bodybuilders on the wall, weights under the bed, but the shelf and bed are littered with various magazines about computer technology and the Internet.

The strangest Japanese nerd. Does he swing, has cool biceps and at the same time constantly sits at the computer? Yes, where such nerds can be? Even for Japan, this is mega-strange!

The magazine I needed was in the most prominent place, and it was not difficult to find a page dedicated to the virus there.

The worm changes passwords in a special way. It rearranges the characters in alphabetical order, and if a particular letter occurs more than once, it adds a number of repetitions after it.

"Stop this," I almost physically felt pain and shame for the creator of this virus. Is he a clown? What kind of insanity? Why display the old password, why give hints, why scoff like that? What kind of stupidity? Viruses should break everything, not just make it harder to get in... And that doesn't work! Journalists have already found out his algorithm and published an article!

Developer down.

There was a lot of different specialized literature and personal belongings of the former inhabitants in the room, even armored lockers were found. I don't even know if I need to open them, given that they are closed?

- Of course you need to!

The lockers did not succumb to such gentle efforts of my handles.

The universal lockpick helped, but in the end I sighed in disappointment.

It's also full of personal items. Well, forgotten chocolates and other small things ... Nothing interesting. I take the chocolate, without discussion, I also requisition the forgotten dollars. Be sure to emphasize "a". No other way. They have rubbish stuff. And what did I expect? What else can be stored in a locker at a secure facility? She rolled her lip.

Forgotten cash is the height of usefulness, but this cash is enough, at most, to buy a cola from a vending machine. How much is she, by the way, now?

I had to go back to the lobby. I have a magazine, I can move it to the computer ... But I didn't finish the job here either, did I?

The garage has no interest for me yet. That's how I want to steal some car, then, but for now ... The word "gun" attracts me more.

- Some conditionally strange bummer.

In the armory itself, I was met by safes for uniforms, tightly closed, which is not critical, but also a healthy trading machine. By the way, the working one has a cool assortment of guns, ammunition, medicines and stimulants, as well as equipment! I just want everything here! But… All the items are gray and nothing can be selected, so some message is still flashing, they say, it was not possible to synchronize with the counter.

"What the hell is a counter in Yoshida's ass?! I want guns here and now!

Having poked at the buttons, the machine did nothing but spit out the box, displaying "Registration of a new hunter" on the screen.

Yes, it's the Rise of the Machines!

Rolling up my sleeves, I put the box in my pocket, not to waste the good, and I myself stepped back a couple of steps and stood in a fighting stance. I crossed my arms and raised them with a sharp movement from my chest, as if I were shooting an energy ball. Why like?

I took and shot an energy ball at the hated greedy machine gun!

- All the best for the children, greedy!

The machine sparkled.

The machine beeped in alarm.

The machine gun spat out the machine gun.

Stop what?

But no, just a rifle M ... Um ... What is this M? Does not matter. The main thing is that he spat out. I always knew that brute force and a few hundred volts help in solving difficult problems. Learn to make the current constant and it will be very good.

She knocked on the machine again, something shorted there, from the belly of the car, as if from a cornucopia, nishtyaki rained down.

Cool. There is even a stylish white armor. All so scientific, rubberized, cool ... And a gas mask. For protection?

I wanted to drag him to my lair, as the machine gun went crazy in the end and began to spit packs of ammo! Yes, naturally spit! Are there any restrictions here? Why are they flying? Why is one of these...

- Wow...

I lost my balance.

Good thing I was wearing a helmet. It's bad that I got close to the machine.

This electronic bastard loaded a pack of cartridges at me and hit me in the head! Headshot - you can add a pathetic voice, but ... It's a shame. The machines have risen! The first victim was a little defenseless girl! If not for the helmet, I could go to the dream world! Best case scenario!

It is terrible to imagine what would happen to me if the worst option comes.

Wow, infection!

But this is not the main thing. Not even like that. That's not all! There is also a door with a simple lock that hid the real armory from me.

Ammunition… Lots of ammo! So many that it's enough to shoot all the inms, golems, and still enough for the neighboring town.

Were they preparing for war? A bit too much ammo… There are ammo in every safe, not to mention the ones that are loaded into that trading system.

- Wow!

Even a shotgun!

It seems to me, but my strength may not be enough to use it? I understand that I will have a shotgun for myself and my powerhouse will be cooler, but ... Why not? Just carry everything. Mmm... I even know who can help me.

I'll just take a look here.

Then I'll bring a couple of inms here. Let them hump for my glory.

So many freebies… I mean, from so much compensation for my suffering in the hands of bad uncles, that something needs to be done about it! Open your mafia group? The idea is funny, but the option is so-so. I'll have to think for everyone, these freaks themselves can only crawl into a variety of nooks and crannies and shit there! We'll have to keep them under control and give direct orders.

I wish there was a platoon of golems... Without the Ninth. His expense. And they are stupid, but reasonable enough for independent action.

With this strength, I will quickly become the richest girl in the world. Where are the clichéd heirs of various English lords and corporations.

There are still rooms. Let's see what they are.

Control room, wait for me.