The World before her eyes changed instantly.
The location of every gun was marked with a red box, every bullet fired dragged a light blue predictive trajectory, and the impact point, time, and damage range were clearly marked in her field of vision.
Even the shooting direction of the other side in the next round was predicted in advance.
Mio was stunned for half a second, then reacted.
Fire Control Radar?
Ballistic calculation?
This should be the function of TB in azur lane…
But aren’t these carrier-based systems for battleship main guns and anti-aircraft guns?!
These are things used for naval battles, locking onto enemy warships and fighter planes!
How could she, a navigator TB, have this kind of carrier-grade fire control system?!
Now is not the time to think about this.
A rifle bullet flew towards the cabinet where she was hiding.
The trajectory was clearly marked before her eyes.
It would penetrate the cabinet in three seconds and turn her into a sieve.
Mio, almost subconsciously, followed the safe gap marked in the ballistic calculation, abruptly crouched down and dashed out, just in time to hide behind the load-bearing column next to it one second before the bullet hit the cabinet.
The bullet flew past the hem of her hoodie, hit the wall, and exploded a piece of concrete debris.
Outrageously precise.
Mio’s heart beat faster, but not because of fear, but because of an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The operating logic of this fire control system was as if it were carved into her bones.
Without having to think about it, she could instantly understand all parameters and predict all dangers.
Using a naval fire control system to dodge gang shootings was indeed a bit of a waste, but it was really useful.
She leaned against the pillar, quickly scanned the ballistic markings in her field of vision.
Both sides of the crossfire were red-eyed, and no one noticed this little girl (?) huddled in the corner.
The back door of the Underground Room was the fire escape across the way, with less than ten meters in between, but it was sealed tightly by crossfire.
But in her Fire Control Radar, this dense fire network had fleeting safe gaps everywhere.
Better you die than me.
You guys fight your fight, I’m running away.
Mio took a deep breath, aimed at the gap between the two sides changing magazines, followed the optimal route marked by the ballistic calculation, and dashed out.
Bullets whizzed past her, every impact point was within her prediction.
She didn’t stop her steps, dodging left and right, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the hail of bullets, and she didn’t get grazed by a single bullet.
When passing by the bar, she caught a glimpse of an open cash box on the bar counter, full of cash, which should be the gambling money or payment for goods of this gang.
Mio was quick-witted, reached out and grabbed the two biggest stacks on top, and stuffed them into her hoodie pocket.
Mental damage compensation.
After all, she came to repair a computer properly and almost lost her life here.
Taking some money as compensation was reasonable.
After stuffing the money, she didn’t stop at all, pulled open the iron door of the fire escape, dashed out, slammed the door behind her, and even conveniently used her mental power to lock the electronic lock inside — this was the only time she used her electronic control ability today, just to prevent the people inside from chasing her out.
There were no lights in the fire escape, it was pitch black.
She relied on night vision scanning to run down quickly, rushed out along the alley of the back door, and didn’t look back all the way.
Until she ran out three streets and rushed to the main road with street lights and pedestrians, the gunfire behind her could no longer be heard, then she slowed down and leaned against the wall, panting heavily.
The evening breeze blew on her face, with a bit of coolness, and she realized that her back was soaked with cold sweat.
She raised her hand to adjust the glasses that had slipped down.
The light blue holographic interface before her eyes disappeared instantly, the Fire Control Radar and ballistic calculation shut down synchronously, and the World returned to its original appearance.
On the subway, Mio huddled in the corner, keeping her head down the whole time, but her hand was subconsciously touching the cash in her hoodie pocket.
The original 1,500 U.S.
dollars, plus the “mental damage compensation” she grabbed, amounted to more than four or five thousand dollars.
Although this trip was so dangerous that she almost lost her life, she earned more than she might earn in the next half month.
But she didn’t have much joy in her heart, but rather full of doubts.
In TB’s core program, it is impossible to have carrier-based Fire Control Radar and ballistic calculation systems.
TB is a tactical artificial intelligence that assists the Commander, responsible for fleet scheduling, data integration, and program assistance.
It is never a front-line combat unit, and it is even less likely to come with such a top-level fire control system that only capital warships or even Siren combat units would be equipped with.
So what exactly did she unlock just now?
Mio frowned, searched through all the settings about TB in her mind, and couldn’t find any content that could explain this ability.
She even tried to restart the system again, and the light blue interface unfolded before her eyes instantly, and all electronic equipment and moving targets within a radius of 100 meters were clearly marked.
Not an illusion, it’s real.
She stared at the strange code with Siren style on the interface, and the doubts in her heart deepened.
Having traveled here for so long, she had always been certain that she had become the navigator TB, but now it seems that she might have recognized it wrong from the beginning.
The prompt sound of the subway arriving at the station interrupted her thoughts.
Mio shook her head and pushed those doubts aside temporarily.
No matter what it is, as long as it can save her life, it’s fine.
It’s just that she will never step into Hells Kitchen again for a job, even if they pay five figures.
Life is more important than money, and staying alive is the first priority.
She pulled up her hoodie, clutching the heavy cash, walked out of the subway station quickly, and disappeared into the night of Queens once again…