Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 399 12. Infiltration
As night fell, the 'honorable' presidential candidate Thomas Kress finished a day of online meetings, lay down on the soft bed and closed his eyes.

Today's dinner was oriental cuisine, which suited his taste very well, especially the "squirrel fish". He ordered eight pieces at a time and ate them all with his favorite California wine and white bread. After the big meal and the meeting, the high blood sugar caused by the sumptuous dinner made him feel sleepy, so he went to bed early.

As a political rising star carefully cultivated by the Kress family, although he is regarded in the political arena and discussions everywhere as a person who has achieved such a status by relying on the reputation of his cousin Elizabeth Kress, he himself has an unknown side.

Not only did he inherit his family's political wisdom, he also demonstrated a deep understanding of policies and strategies. In public, he was always able to win people's hearts with his friendly fat appearance and conversation. Behind the scenes, he also had his own unique insights into policy formulation and implementation. Although the outside world's evaluation of him was mixed, his political ambitions and efforts could not be ignored. In military technology and the new America, there were countless people loyal to him, who praised him to the level of being comparable to the current new US President Rosalind Myers.

However, even the most aspiring political star needs sleep.

In an era where a good night's sleep is considered a privilege, Thomas Kress naturally would not give up the opportunity to give his brain and body a good rest. Unlike some grassroots military technology employees, he did not remove part of his brain in order to be able to work at any time. Even the prosthetic transformation of his body was extremely limited, almost limited to basic prosthetics, so that it was almost negligible in the eyes of outsiders.

This choice makes him popular among some senior officials who despise highly cyborgized transformations. They believe that this shows his respect for natural human nature and his adherence to traditional values. However, this also means that he has to face various things with an almost ordinary mortal body.

"Huhu."

Amid a slight snoring, the outline of a door appeared on the wall next to Thomas Creasy's bed, and then the hidden door, which originally looked no different from the surrounding walls, was pushed open.

"It's really big. Compared to the suite we live in, which is considered quite nice, this guy's place is truly luxurious. He can live in an entire floor of a luxury hotel by himself, and he's not afraid of being left alone."

Walking in through the door that had been cleared of alarm and authority, Oliver talked to his companions on the radio while staring at Thomas Kress who was sleeping in bed with his prosthetic eyes that had night vision capabilities. His responsibility this time was to ensure that the presidential candidate did not wake up during the action and he could not let his guard down at all.

"Wait a minute, I'll recycle some stuff."

V squatted down and picked up a bean-sized gadget from the blanket in the suite. He held it in his hand and said, "Fortunately, there is only one presidential candidate in this room who doesn't have many prosthetics installed and doesn't like to move. Otherwise, this hidden camera dropped on the carpet would definitely be discovered."

"I saw it loose and fell off the dining car this morning. I was shocked, but luckily it fell on the carpet."

Jack looked around in the dark: "Are the guards and defense machine guns in this room unattended?"

"This Mr. Thomas did not give the hotel hacker access. He only activated the basic defense function. I guess he didn't want outsiders to get involved in his private residence. But this made it much easier for us to come in."

Carl stood in the darkness and quietly closed the door.

There are three ways to enter this room: the entrance and exit elevator, the food delivery elevator, and the emergency passage. The emergency passage can only be reached by entering a wall compartment downstairs. If it weren't for the hotel structure diagram sent by T-BUG and the fact that they had been led by Mr. Kenichi Shiro through a similar route in Arasaka Tower, Carl and the others really would not have been able to figure out how to get in.

"I didn't expect it would be so easy to infiltrate. Now a presidential candidate is lying in front of me. If I want to kill him, I can do it anytime. It's really amazing to think about it."

Oliver looked at Thomas. "This presidential candidate is too defenseless."

"It's not that he didn't take precautions, but he's just a presidential candidate, not the president, so his precautions are not that tight. If we hadn't accidentally discovered and encountered related hidden rooms before, plus the structural diagram and the luck of no cameras being discovered, do you really think we could have sneaked in?" Carl reminded Oliver not to be too lax.

Their team is already the top team in the mercenary industry. How many teams in the world can be at the same level as them? Even they were lucky to achieve half of their goal. If it were other teams, they might have been killed when they first checked in or entered Los Angeles.

"I haven't let my guard down. I just feel more and more that the people I used to think were high and mighty are actually no different from us. If they are killed, they will die, whether they are gang leaders, company executives, or presidential candidates."

"People die when they are killed. What a tongue twister you are talking about."

Carl moved slowly and began to search the room for what they wanted: "Even if Rosalind Miles and Saburo Arasaka were shot, there is no way to revive them. It's impossible that they can have two lives just because of power and wealth?"

"What if there really is one?"

Jack asked curiously.

"Then kill twice."

Carl waved his hands speechlessly: "Kill him if he's still alive. Kill him until he can't live anymore. Isn't that simple? If you want to extend his life, kill him until all the coins he needs to extend his life are used up."

"What old-school arcade machines were you and Jack talking about?"

V said this, glancing over, and his Kirusikō prosthetic eye helped him notice something was wrong.

Next to the bed where Thomas Cress lay, there was a table lamp, and the crystal lampshade of the lamp seemed to have some fine powder on it.

Looking closely, I found that the fine powder was made of the same material as the lampshade, but the fine powder was connected into a line by the lampshade, just like the crystal that seemed to fit perfectly was often rubbed up and down.

Walking to the desk lamp on tiptoe, V raised his hand slightly under the gaze of his companions and pressed lightly on the lampshade at the upper end of the fine powder of the Liancheng Line. Then the lampshade actually made a slight crisp sound and was pressed down a little.

"I may have found my target."

As V was speaking on the commuter, Thomas Cress heard a slight crisp sound and suddenly opened his eyes.

He heard a familiar voice.

That is the sound of a secret.

(End of this chapter)