Shute did not say anything about Silin's silence. Silin had not spoken much since the beginning of the operation. He just thought that the child was too quiet. Young people should be more lively and cheerful.
"Silin, don't worry about that for now. Once we're done with those black mice, there will be specialists who will come and repair the base. We should head to the waste treatment plant on the other side. That's their nest. "Shute looked at the time and said.
"Wait … it's done!" Silin turned on the instrument and inputted a series of commands.
"What is this?" One of the squad members asked. The words on the instrument had been ground away by the black mice and could not be read clearly.
"This should be an instrument that analyzes genes or something." Another squad member said.
"Mn, this is a relatively high-end analyzer in the League of Stars right now." Silin took out a small syringe from his waist pocket and dripped it onto a notch on the instrument. Then, he pushed the notch into the bayonet and inputted a series of formulas on it again.
"See, I told you to read more so that you'll know something about any instrument you come across in the future. Otherwise, people will call you illiterate."
"Tch, I'm a soldier. A soldier only needs to know how to fight. What do I need to be educated for?"
The squad members laughed and chatted.
However, Shute did not laugh. Silin's reaction gave him a bad feeling. He had heard from Huo Neil that Silin was a very talented person who worked in Seven Lights' research division a long time ago. Now, it would seem that this kid was truly talented. It took him less than five minutes to repair this instrument. His skills were very experienced. However, the blood that Silin dripped on the instrument should be the black mice's blood, right? When did he do it?
"How is it?" Shute moved closer and asked. It was because he could not understand the profound things displayed on the screen at all.
As expected, being uneducated was a terrible thing. However, just like his subordinate said, soldiers only needed to know how to fight. Their brain memory was limited, and their CPU could not keep up with too many things.
Silin did not answer Shute's question directly. Instead, he said, "Captain, do me a favor and collect the black mice's blood left in the lab. Try to make it as fresh as possible." Some of the spots were bloodstains left behind by the black mice when they were fighting or when they were injured by the laboratory's defense system. As long as they didn't come into contact with drugs, there wouldn't be too many changes.
"Sure." Shute took a small bag of tubes from Silin. Each tube contained a sterile cotton swab. Who would have thought that this kid would even bring this thing with him when he was preparing his equipment on the warship.
Before long, the nine of them had gathered 28 blood samples.
Silin found a few solutions in the laboratory. After processing them, he put all 28 of them together and analyzed them at the same time. Looking at the series of data displayed on the screen, he sighed. "Wait for me. I'll go collect another sample. Hopefully, I can find it."
"Hey, what's that kid doing?" A team member complained.
"I have a bad feeling about this," another person muttered.
Silin looked at a cave entrance, took a few photos, and then jumped into the cave.
"Hey, you!" The team member who had followed him over almost had his hair stand on end. That was a rat cave. They couldn't even stretch their fists and legs inside, much less raise their guns. If a black mouse suddenly jumped out from below, they would definitely be waiting for death. Although the vitality detector didn't detect anything, there were too many interference factors in this kind of experimental base. It was common for the detector to malfunction.
It was pitch-black inside the cave, and the people above could not see what Silin was doing. Silin took off his gloves and placed his hand directly on the cave wall. The virus carried by the black mice had no effect on him. When he touched the cave wall, Silin's mind had already begun to rapidly analyze the information his fingers had come into contact with. The DNA analysis of the tiny hairs, dander, saliva, and other traces left on the cave wall was about the same as the data on the detector.
His fingers moved along the cave wall, and suddenly paused when they reached a certain spot. Silin put on his gloves again, took out the cotton swab inside the small tube, and wiped it over that spot. At the same time, he used a carving knife to scrape off a layer there.
Shute and the others finally let out a sigh of relief when they saw Silin come out of the cave. This kid is really …
After the sample taken from the cave was analyzed on the detector and compared with the twenty or so samples from before, a series of data was displayed on the screen.
"It's just as I expected." Silin pointed at the data displayed on the screen and said to everyone, "This is the comparison between the sample I collected from the cave and the twenty or so samples you collected. Some of the data was deduced based on the analysis of genetic material. I won't say much else. In short, we've been tricked."
Shute frowned. "Explanation?"
"I'll only say one thing." Silin pointed at a piece of data. "The strength of the red and white muscles of the black mice we hunted was at least five times weaker than the black mouse that dug the hole. In other words, the black mouse that dug the hole was much stronger than the black mice we encountered, be it in terms of speed or endurance. And this is just an incomplete analysis."
"The black mouse that dug the hole was a stronger type of black mouse?" Shute asked.
"Yes. Because the black mice we killed couldn't even scratch through the reinforced protective belt beneath the base! I've checked the holes, and the claw marks on the holes were very clean. They could even scratch through steel plates. If it were the black mice we encountered, they might not be able to dig through it even if we gave them a month. But how long has it been since the hole in the base was dug? "
The squad members were silent.
Yes, how long has it been since the base was attacked? A few hours!
"Where are the stronger black mice? The waste treatment plant? "
"No, if my guess is correct, their true 'elites' are right below the central area of the base!"
Shute was shocked. "How is that possible! Aren't they … "
Shute originally wanted to say that these black mice couldn't dig through the underground protective layer of the central area, right? But Shute immediately realized that they might have been wrong from the start. It wasn't that they couldn't dig through. Since there were such strong black mice, no matter how sturdy the underground of the central area was, it wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
"What are they trying to do?" A squad member couldn't help but ask.
"Revenge. They want revenge." Silin looked in the direction of the central area. The core researchers of the base were there.
The black mice that had been killed were only the vanguard of the black mice. The true elites had yet to show themselves. Silin even suspected that the black mouse captured by the research base was purposely captured by the black mice's leader. That was because it wasn't an elite either. Compared to the one that dug the hole, it wasn't on the same level at all.
The waste treatment plant used to be their nest because there was water and food there. But now, that place was nothing more than a cover, a cover for the operation team to continue wasting ammunition and time.
They were very good at making a feint in the east and attacking in the west. In this world, there were far more intelligent races than people could imagine.
"Why didn't you say anything if you'd expected it?!" A squad member said angrily.
"Say? Would you have believed me if I said it without evidence? " With Silin's status as a student, neither the military personnel nor the researchers of the base would believe him. Since that was the case, he might as well find evidence first. Silin admitted that he wasn't a benevolent person. He wouldn't do something like being snubbed if he showed kindness to others. The lives and deaths of those people had nothing to do with him.
If Mo Heng knew what Silin was thinking, he would probably be so angry that he'd give him a good beating.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
