The sky was covered with rolling dark clouds, resembling doomsday. Within every layer of the network cloud, data fluctuated rapidly. Antivirus data resembling light screens descended from the sky now and then, like rainbows. More and more data engulfed the sea, the land, the new Mechanical City, and even the memory storage systems of every electronic brain.
"Antivirus, antivirus, target Mr. G."
A brain-machine user murmured to themselves and then, as if receiving a command, began a rapid pursuit. During the chase, sunglasses grew from the corners of their eyes, and their outerwear transformed into a black suit.
On the streets, besides the men in black suits, there were also those in red suits, purple suits, and white suits. These individuals continuously moved in and out, entering the real world from a virtual node and then stepping into new nodes, seemingly searching for something.
