Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Everyone, calm down!" A man in a black coat entered. He had a dark complexion and a buzz cut, and you could tell he had a mix of Korean and African American heritage by his appearance.

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He was also quite tall, a common trait among Westerners. Judging from the shape of his body and the thickness of his neck, it was evident that this guy worked out extensively.

My instincts were on high alert, suggesting that this man might be a dangerous individual.

And he also seemed to have higher authority than Kanon, judging by how he presented himself. I realized that it was important to stay alert and gather as much information as I could, even if it meant taking risks. He could be the key to understanding what was happening and how to get out of this situation.

"Mind Eye"

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Name: Michael Zu

Age: 30

Level (29)

Overall Stats : ??

Strength: ??

Agility: ??

Stamina: ??

Endurance: ??

Intelligence: ??

Charisma: ??

Status : Calm

Suggestion Chance : ??

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I knew this guy was trouble. Thankfully, he didn't pay any attention to me. It seemed he lacked either high enough intelligence or the Mind Power stat, which would have allowed him to detect my Mind Eye.

Reflecting on this, I arrived at two conclusions. First, those with sufficiently high intelligence could sense me using my skill. or, those with Mind Power could also do so. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

But then, why did my suggestion work without Kanon sensing it beforehand? The answer seemed rather straightforward. When my suggestion succeeded, it didn't matter whether she sensed it or not because by then, it was too late to resist the influence of my skill. If it failed, she might have found it odd, as if I were simply getting on her nerves.

It's safe to assume that it's okay to use my skill against people with Mind Power attributes. I'm not sure if they'll build resistance to my skill later, so for now, my main goal is to keep a low profile.

"People are dying here! You need to call a hospital!" A man who appeared to be a rough-looking civilian, possibly with a criminal background, began to protest. His voice carried a frustration, and it didn't take long for others to join in.

This is a typical human nature. Most people are hesitant to speak out, but once one person takes the initiative, others tend to follow suit and join in.

"What the hell is going on? You can't just leave us here like this!" shouted a woman, her eyes wide with fear. She was wearing a provocative outfit, suggesting she might be involved in the street entertainment industry.

"I ain't dyin' in this place, man! We need help!" yelled another man, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out. This guy must be on something really strong. He needs some help alright, but not a hospital; I think a rehabilitation center for addicts would be more appropriate.

The room was filled with a collections of frustrated voices, each person expressing their panic and desperation in various ways.

"Listen, we didn't sign up for this! I demand to know what's happening!"

"Hey, officer, you can't just lock us in here without any explanation!"

"Yeah, that's right! Let us go! I'm, like, shaking here. Please, let us go!" I joined the protest, blending in with the panicked crowd. I couldn't afford to appear too calm or composed; that would only make me look more suspicious.

I went with the flow, even starting to fake a cry as if I were genuinely terrified. My acting had to be convincing to maintain my cover and avoid drawing unwanted attention.

The government agent observed the situation carefully, and it appeared that he was communicating with someone using an earpiece. His eyes scanned the room, and he seemed to be receiving instructions from a higher authority.

Tension was running high, and it was clear that people were starting to panic. They wanted answers, and they wanted them now. The fear of the unknown was spreading like wildfire among the trapped individuals, and the situation was becoming increasingly volatile.

This could be bad because people would be on edge, and it might turn into a chaotic situation with everyone fighting back.

"Don't let them out!" Michael barked out orders.

Suddenly, the entire Korean Special Forces unit began to back away, forming a perimeter around the building. People in hazmat suits were seen rushing to seal off the entrance and windows. It was clear that they were attempting to isolate everyone inside the building.

It was a terrifying sight as they retreated, leaving us trapped and vulnerable. The situation had taken a dire turn, and panic rippled through the crowd.

Fear swept through them.

To make matters worse, one of the civilians made a desperate run toward the retreating Korean Special Forces. Panic and desperation filled his eyes as he pleaded, "Please, take me with you!"

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Multiple loud shot rang out, followed by a THUD!

The male civilian dropped to the ground, writhing in pain. It was a shocking turn of events, but thankfully for him, they had used rubber bullets rather than live ammunition. The painful lesson sent a clear message: escape was not an option.

'Fucking government, bunch of jerks,' I muttered under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. It was clear they weren't messing around.

I couldn't help but reflect on the situation. I might not be the most law-abiding citizen, but at least I didn't pretend to be serving the greater good.

But the government, on the other hand, was supposed to uphold law and order, yet here they were, abusing their power to an alarming extent. They're literally mistreating the very people who fund their salaries. So much for taxpayers' money.

It was a painful reminder of the hypocrisy that often existed in positions of authority.

"Anyone who tries to leave will be shot on sight. And next time, we won't be using rubber bullets." Bastard Michael warned.