Although he had not managed to decipher the correct password, the results he had obtained up to this point had given him a general direction.
Lan Hudie.
This was the first time Silin had come into contact with anything related to Lan Hudie.
A blue butterfly flapped its wings on the screen, and the symbols that formed this butterfly were the information contained in the original code.
"No wonder the system couldn't decipher it. It's Lan Hudie's information." Lung sighed. The decryption system he had brought with him was the latest one developed by the Andriera family, but Lan Hudie's was a bit special. This was because he knew too little about Lan Hudie, and did not understand their communication.
Lan Hudie was a special kind of person, and it was very difficult for non-members of Lan Hudie's Hunter Group to have a deep understanding of them. Even the core members of the other three Hunter groups did not have the confidence to recognize even one-tenth of the core members of Lan Hudie. This was because the people of Lan Hudie had no names, only code names. If the person with the code name died, the next person would take over.
For example, the code name of Lan Hudie's leader was Lan Hudie, and all the people who had been leaders of Lan Hudie were called Lan Hudie. As for their real names, basically no one knew, or those who did were already dead.
"Hey, Silin, is there really no way to decrypt it further?" Lung looked at the blue butterfly on the screen and said unwillingly, "I haven't heard any news about Lan Hudie for so many years, and suddenly seeing this image makes me very excited."
"I'll try, but this encrypted message is really troublesome. Even if we decrypt it further, we might not be able to get a definite conclusion."
Ten minutes later, the symbols that formed the blue butterfly on the screen had become one thousand and twenty-four dots. From afar, it still looked like a blue butterfly, but the base had changed.
Cillin rubbed the space between his eyebrows and pointed at the image of the butterfly on the screen. He said, "This is as far as we can go. This is the final decoding result, but we don't know which point represents the real information. In reality, the information contained in each point is complete, but it's just a cover for the real information."
"You mean, out of these one thousand and twenty-four messages, only one of them is real? Then what should we do? Read every single message? "Lung felt that his vision was a little blurry.
"That's what I mean."
Cillin flexed his fingers and unlocked all one thousand and twenty-four messages. One message after another flashed across the screen, and when he was done reading all of them, Cillin put a hand to his forehead.
"They're probably using code words, so I don't know which message is real. I can't filter them out. "
Lung opened his mouth. "Not only did they use over a thousand messages as a cover, they even had a code word?"
In this way, there was really no way to know the content of Lan Hudie's message.
Silin couldn't do anything about it. He knew too little about Lan Hudie. He didn't know their usual code words, wording, and grammar, so even if he could decipher these codes, he wouldn't be able to get any accurate information.
"Although I don't know what Lan Hudie is trying to convey with this message, since they've already started sending the message, it means that they've already started taking action. Pay attention to the recent media reports. There should be something related happening."
"The media at Sector S won't report the truth at all." Lung moved on a control panel beside him. "There are a few electronic publications in the League of Stars that pay attention to this, but they won't be very efficient. We can only rely on internal information."
What Lung pulled out was the Andriera Family's own intelligence network. Lung shared this intelligence network with the other family members who came to Sector S in advance, and they would also report the latest information to their superiors.
"There's only some messy and unimportant information, and they're all below grade three prisons. There's not a single piece of information on the important places in grade four and five prisons." Lung flipped through the information on the intelligence network and said, "Since all parties have started taking action since a long time ago, but there's still no movement from the grade four and five prisons. This means that all parties are very secretive about their actions. After all, the people they sent over are all elites. Maybe some of the people in the grade four and five prisons have been switched out without them even knowing. "
"I remember that the purpose of the people they sent over is to ensure that those important missions can leave the prison safely, right? If that's the case, then there's no need for them to break out of the prison. "Silin said.
"Some people will switch out the people inside just to be safe. After all, all kinds of possibilities can happen inside a prison, especially in dangerous places like grade four and five prisons. You know, if we use the standards of you Hunters to measure the people guarding those places, the weakest among them is at least at the level of a captain. Moreover, the people they sent over are also capable of assassinating people other than rescuing people. "
Silin let out a long sigh. Yes, those experts are all lying in wait, true experts.
A storm, is coming.
"Never mind, let's not think about these things. When the riot breaks out, we'll seize the opportunity to set a few fires during the chaos and provoke the guards of Sector S." Lung wasn't as emotional as he was. His goal in coming here wasn't to clash head on with those monsters, and since the old man said that he wasn't strong enough yet, then he would wait and see just how strong those powerful people really were.
"Hey, how's that puppy?" Lung asked.
"It's sleeping, I guess. Its wounds are healing pretty fast."
"Are you really going to bring that little guy with you? Speaking of which, that little guy is pretty special. Logically speaking, a Cerberus won't leave that planet. After all, they haven't completed the order they must obey for the rest of their lives. "
"If he's like the other Cerberus, then I wouldn't have brought him with me." A one-track minded Cerberus was a burden to him as well. As a Hunter, an extra burden meant an extra danger. Who would risk their own life for no reason?
Lung nodded in agreement, "That little guy has the fierceness of a Cerberus, and he's pretty strong as well. However, he's more self-aware than a Cerberus, and not as inflexible. If you can rope him into the team, your Sixth Division will gain yet another great helper. "
"That depends on his choice."
"What choice?"
"It depends on whether he chooses to be a dog or a man."
Lung was silent for a moment before he got up and walked outside, "Let's see what kind that little guy belongs to."
When he arrived at the infirmary, Silin Helong was speechless when he saw the two fellows on the sickbed.
Huimao had pushed the little guy to the corner of the sickbed and was holding onto its tail. He was lying there with his limbs spread out, and one of his hind legs was still on the little guy's face. He had no image at all.
"Since when did this cat's sleeping posture become so bad?" Lung hurriedly took a picture of this scene. It was rare to see a sleeping posture worse than him.
"He who stays with ink will be stained black."
Perhaps it had been woken up by Huimao's kicks. When the little guy saw someone coming, it opened its eyes and looked at Silin pitifully. Just as it was about to swing its tail, it remembered that it was being held by Huimao, so it gave up.
"Hey, this little guy's eyes are green!" Lung moved closer to take a look and exclaimed, "I remember that all the Cerberus researched by the base have red eyes. When I first saw it, I was lamenting that those researchers specifically chose Cerberus with red eyes."
"It's probably a mutation. Perhaps one of its parents had the related recessive gene, but it was expressed in its body in the end."
Silin checked on the little guy's condition. It was indeed recovering well. How long had it been? The wounds had already scabbed, and the broken leg had also healed quite well.
"It's recovering well, but it still needs a good rest." Silin rubbed the little guy's head and lifted Huimao to free the little guy's tail. He moved the little guy to the center of the sickbed. "Have a good sleep. When you wake up, we'll have a feast."
After setting the infirmary to sleep mode, Silin carried Huimao and Lung out of the infirmary.
"How is it?" Silin asked Lung.
"It feels different from the other Cerberus. It might really work." Lung touched his chin and said.
"I'll go back and rest for a while. Call me if anything happens."
"Okay."
After Silin returned to the infirmary, he flicked Huimao's ear. "Alright, stop pretending to sleep. Your whiskers are all curled up."
When Silin Helong entered the infirmary just now, Huimao would have been fine. It was impossible that he didn't want to move. Hearing Silin's words, Huimao opened his eyes. He appeared listless. "I didn't sleep well."
"I can see that. I don't usually see you sleeping like that. Did you have a nightmare? "Silin scratched Huimao's chin.
Huimao rubbed his head and narrowed his eyes. "I don't want to be caught by those researchers." A captured research subject was too pitiful. The information that Huimao had obtained from the base's system was like watching a real-life horror movie.
"That's why I said we need to become stronger."
"No matter how strong you guys are, you can't be stronger than me!" In less than three sentences, Huimao's prideful nature was revealed.
"That's not necessarily true. The strong ones haven't shown themselves yet."
"How strong?"
"I don't know …"
…
On a grade three prison planet in Sector S.
Inside a prison that looked like a stronghold, even the air felt cold, dark, and devoid of any human presence.
This was one of the many grade three prison planets in Sector S, and there was nothing special about it. A grade three prison planet's status was neither high nor low in Sector S, and the prisoners it imprisoned were not small fries. However, compared to those people in grade four and five prisons, they could only be reduced to the background. At least, that was the case in the eyes of the warning system and the guard army.
Unlike the prisons of other Sectors, in Sector S, be it grade one or grade five prisons, once a prisoner was imprisoned, they were not allowed to take even half a step out of the prison unless they were released.
They would not see the light of day for decades or even longer. It was as if they were isolated. Some people said that level three prisons were the prisons with the worst treatment. They thought that level one and level two prisons still had open fights, so at least they could fight. The prison guards wouldn't be too nervous about the prisoners in level one and level two prisons. After all, this was a low level prison in Sector S.
On the other hand, the prisoners in the level-4 and level-5 prisons were all slightly famous or influential figures in the entire Star Alliance. Their importance could not be compared to that of the prisons in the first three levels. Moreover, the total number of prisoners in grade four and grade five prisons was less than the number of prisoners in grade three prisons. Therefore, in level-4 and level-5 prisons, each prisoner's cell space would be larger, and there would also be some entertainment facilities. Of course, the so-called entertainment facilities were just old and broken players and projectors with distorted images.
Compared to the prisoners of the other four levels, the prisoners in grade three prisons did not have any fights to fight, nor did they have any entertainment facilities. At most, they would have some newspapers and magazines from a few years or decades ago that they could use to wipe their butts after they were done reading.
Therefore, some people who were imprisoned in grade three prisons for a long period of time would start to develop mental problems. The prison guards would punish those prisoners who babbled on and on, and those prisoners who could not endure the mental and physical torture would be thrown away like garbage, or turned into a dish for the prisoners in the prison.
Click!
The elevator door opened, and two prison guards walked into the cells on this floor. The cells were all one-sided, and there was an extremely thick partition between each cell, so that each prisoner could not communicate with the other prisoners.
The two prison guards held whips in their hands. After coming out of the elevator, they came to the entrance of the corridor. After the two prison guards verified their identities at the inspection area, the door at the corridor entrance opened. One of the prison guards pressed a button, and the wall that was originally facing the corridor became transparent. This way, the state of every prisoner in the cell could be seen clearly.
Every time this happened, some prisoners who were on the verge of despair would bare their teeth at the prison guards to vent their dissatisfaction and crazy emotions. The prison guards also liked to see this kind of situation, because this way, they would have something fun to do.
The whip in the hand would hit the transparent wall, and the contact between the whip and the wall would produce an instantaneous high pressure. The wall would convert this instantaneous high pressure into a high-pressure wave on the other side, and the impact of the converted high-pressure wave would increase by several times or even dozens of times. Based on the strength of the prison guard's whip, it would finally affect the prisoner's body.
The prisoner who was lying on the wall and baring his teeth at the prison guard was sent flying by the high-pressure wave on the wall and slammed into another wall, and a bloody mark appeared on his body. His hands and feet were bleeding from the shackles, and the wounds that had not healed in the first place became even more serious. Blood dripped onto the floor of the cell.
The prisoner roared hysterically, but it was unknown whether it was because of the pain or despair.
The other prisoners could also hear the prisoner's roar, but they were willing to listen because it was only at this time that they could hear human voices, even if it was the sound of screams. After the prison guards left and the wall changed, they could no longer hear the sounds outside. They could only hear their own murmurs and heartbeats.
The two prison guards looked at the prisoner who was screaming and rolling on the floor, and laughed as if they had seen something fun.
When the prison guards were bored, they would also whip every cell and listen to the prisoners' screams, as if it could make them feel like they were the boss here. Even if the prisoners in the cells were very obedient, even if they did not violate any rules, the prison guards would swing the whip in their hands if they wanted to, like trained animals in a circus, and beat these prisoners ruthlessly.
However, there was one cell that they wouldn't whip. Perhaps they didn't know why, but they just felt that they shouldn't whip it. Even if they did whip it, they would only whip it once in a while. They wouldn't whip it again just because the prisoner in the cell didn't move. When the prison guards left, they did not remember such a special prisoner.
As usual, the prison guards whipped a few cells according to their mood. When they passed by the cell of this special prisoner, they acted as if they did not see it and went straight past it, not even glancing at the prisoner inside.
The prisoner locked in this cell did not look like a ferocious villain. Instead, he looked like an academic, cultured, and cultured person. His every movement was gentlemanly and polite. Even the act of flipping through the newspaper made him look out of place in this prison. He always felt that such a person should be standing in the spacious lecture hall of a higher education institution and talking with confidence and composure, instead of staying in silence in this dark and dirty prison of crime.
This unusual prisoner was currently sitting on the only chair in the room. He spread out the newspaper and held a cup in his other hand. Although it was clearly only the bitter water supplied by the cell, the way the prisoner drank the water gave the illusion that he was enjoying the best tea in an elegant restaurant.
Despite the changes in the wall, the laughter of the prison guards, and the screams of the prisoner, the prisoner's posture of reading the newspaper did not change. He did not even raise his eyes.
However, when the prison guards passed by his cell, the prisoner finally moved his gaze away from the newspaper and looked outside the transparent wall.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, there were only two prison guards outside. However, in the eyes of this prisoner, there was a figure beside the two prison guards.
This prisoner had a warm smile on his face and nodded as if he was making small talk. Then, he returned his gaze to the newspaper.
When the figure, which was not noticed by others, saw the prisoner, he was stunned for a moment. He then bowed and left the cell.
In another cell not far from this one, a big man with a scruffy beard was lying on the bed and snoring. Because his snoring was too loud, the prison guards whipped the big man twice to wake him up.
The big man cried out twice after being whipped twice. He sat up in a daze, scratched his disheveled hair, and fell back down again. However, this time, he did not snore.
After the prison guards walked past the cell while cursing, the big man opened his eyes and stood up to look outside the cell. He said softly, "Zero! I didn't expect you to come personally this time! "
On the big man's arm was a tattoo of a black butterfly. The pattern on the butterfly's wings looked very strange, like the face of a devil. Some people called this butterfly the Ghost Butterfly.
The Ghost Butterfly was also one of the three tattoos of the Lan Hudie Hunter Group.
When the prison guards turned back, the big man was already lying on the bed. The prison guards did not care. They cursed and chose a few cells, whipped a few more times, and left.
Half an hour later, in a corner of a building not far from the prison, a young man was waiting there with his arms crossed.
The young man's lowered head suddenly raised. "That was fast."
In front of the young man, a figure slowly appeared, turning from transparent to solid.
"The thing has been given to him. When the time comes, we will begin."
"Zero, did you see anything else?" the young man asked. Zero's expression was somewhat serious.
"I saw someone who should not be here."
"Who?"
"Hunting Blade Jada."
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