Star Rank Hunter-Chapter 358: Why Are You So Precious [Part 1]
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Chapter 358: Why Are You So Precious [Part 1]
At a certain spot outside the base.
Silver, Judy and Stola werenât the only Merciless operatives on this planet. They had agreed to meet on this spot, and everyone had shown up as agreed upon.
They were acting unusually quiet, however.
The brown rain video and the famous music âRhapsody of a Rainy Nightâ were playing on Judyâs microcomputer right now. It was currently ascending toward the climax. Had she chosen to play the video of her own accord? Of course not. Her microcomputer had begun playing on its own without warning. It had been hacked by the alien signal, and she was utterly incapable of stopping it. This was the first time she had even seen a signal type like this. She had never been this stumped even when she was taught a lesson by her older brother, Juno. The only way to stop it was to shut down the microcomputer completely.
Her companions didnât blame her. One look at her face was enough for them to realize that Judy was incapable of stopping this at all.
âWho on earth is doing this?â Someone asked in a low tone.
Silver and Stola didnât say anything. They knew for certain that the mysterious duo they ran into was connected to this. For one, the video and music had begun playing not long after the duo had left. Two, they had disengaged from the fight very abruptly when both sides were still relatively even. They now knew why they had done what they did.
âItâs definitely not the military. It cannot be the work of the old foxes on the government either. Hell would turn cold before those old foxes in the government would involve themselves in the huge mess that is Miracle, especially not in these times. But⊠who else could it be if not them?â Another Merciless operative asked.
If it wasnât the military, the politicians, the Grim Reapers, the Mist or the Merciless, who else was capable of such a feat? It couldnât be those reckless hunters, could it?
One thing was certain, however. For those who survived todayâs incident, especially those who were infected by the virus, they would never be able to listen to âRhapsody of A Rainy Nightâ the same way again. In fact, they wouldnât even be able to face a rainy day without thinking of todayâs incident, which was probably the point. Whoever engineered this wanted their victims to panic at the mere sound of raindrops. They wanted the trauma to accompany them for a very, very long time to come. They would most likely get their wish.
âEnough. This isnât our business. We can figure this out after we get out of this planet. If we dilly dally, we may as well lie down on the ground and let the virus consume us,â said a Merciless operative while patting a transfixed Judy on the shoulder.
Silver turned off the microcomputer and said, âLetâs go. GAL is a big place, and Juno certainly isnât the only top-tier hacker in GAL. The only reason we havenât heard of them is because they keep a lower profile than him.â
âThat being said, maybe this wouldnât have happened if Juno was the one who wrote the defense network,â Stola added.
A long time ago, Juno had given an outdated program into Miracleâs hands. They hadnât cooperated with each other afterward. Miracle had reached out to Juno when the research base was in its foundation stage, but the latter had turned them down. Grim Reaper had never displayed a clear cut stance or ideology, so no one knew what they were really thinking.
Judy neither agreed nor disagreed with Silver and Stolaâs comments. They didnât have her depth of knowledge after all. Not only couldnât she analyze the alien signal, she couldnât even intercept or obtain a copy of the data. If all she could do was watch the signal, she wasnât sure if her older brother, Juno couldâve done much better in her place.
While Judy and her allies were busy being shocked by the alien signal, Wheeze was sitting on top of a tall building and observing everything that was going on inside and outside of the base where Mo Heng was imprisoned. Together with Czedow, it had also disabled the defense network of all nine research bases. Right now, many patients were attempting to escape the base due to the rising chaos caused by âRhapsody of a Rainy Nightâ.
Cillin had exploited the openings created by the musical banquet of his own making and slipped into Mo Hengâs research base. It barely took him any effort to avoid the guards with Wheeze and Czedow guiding him.
Cillin had stolen a set of work clothes and even manifested some brown spots on his skin to blend in better. Although most people in the base were wearing face masks and making it difficult to identify anyone by face, he did it anyway to minimize suspicion. Amidst this chaos, it was extremely unlikely that anyone would find him out of the place without careful observation.
The base guards currently had their hands full, and not only because the patients were attempting to escape the base. While there were no failed test subjects in this base for him to exploit, there were a lot of unfinished robots and large machineries. Long story short, it would be a long time before the guards could extricate themselves and come looking for him. đ»đâŻâŻđ€âŻđŁđŻđ°đŁâŻđ.đđ°đ
Cillin followed the road map he received from an encrypted message and quickly made his way to Mo Hengâs prison room. The prison room was located in a key research department of the base, and there were far less people here than almost anywhere else in the place. After all, most of the personnel had run off to god-knows-where, and those who chose to self-isolate had made sure to seal their doors and protect themselves with modified defense shields. It would be incredibly difficult to get in or out of the rooms without a specific tool.
Cillin wasnât worried about being captured on screen. The cameras had already been blacked out.
Unfortunately, the lifts had stopped working for one reason or another, so Cillin had no choice but to climb the stairs. When he was at the third floor though, he slammed right into a person who was running down from above. The runner had missed a step when he saw Cillin, and he wouldâve rolled all the way downstairs if Cillin hadnât caught him.
The man didnât raise his head. He was also wearing a face mask that masked most of his features. After he caught himself and steadied his breathing, he tried to continue on his way only to find himself being lifted onto Cillinâs shoulder and carried downstairs.
The manâs only response was to swing a plier he produced from god-knows-where and stab Cillin in the side. He never even made a sound throughout the attack. Cillin caught it firmly before it could do any harm, however.
âYou look pretty lively, Master Mo,â Cillin said while running downstairs.
Mo Heng was fishing for another tool to stab his kidnapper with when Cillinâs comment caused him to stop whatever he was doing. He examined the young man closely and puzzledly. He couldnât see Cillinâs face from this position, and he was pretty sure that the guyâs body shape was nothing like what he remembered, but that tone! Who else but that little bastard would speak to him like that?
Is he really Cillin? It has to be him, right? Heâs the only one who would address me as Master Mo.
Mo Heng neither asked for confirmation nor tried to pull down his âkidnapperââs face mask to reveal his face. This was hardly the right time or place to be compromising oneâs identity after all. Plus, he didnât sense any hostility from the young man whatsoever. In fact, he felt a kind of familiarity he hadnât felt in a very long time.
Oh well, we can do this after we get out of this place. At the very least, Iâm one hundred percent certain that this guy isnât Anbixinâs lackey.
Mo Heng obediently allowed himself to be carried away like a sack of potatoes after arriving at the resolution. He was happy to meet Cillinâassuming that the young man was Cillinâbut he was also very worried. The base, hell, the entire planet was under siege by the virus right now. It would be an understatement to say that this place wasnât the ideal reunion spot he envisioned.
On his way out, Cillin received a transmission from Czedow.
âWhat is it?â Cillin answered while running and observing his surroundings. Although the base personnelâs attention had been directed elsewhere, the corridor he was in was mostly empty, and the cameras were all blacked out, but he hadnât made it this far by being careless.
âAll the failed test subjects have been injected with the drugs, and most of the base researchers are trying to escape. However, there are a lot more guards than there are failed test subjects and researchers, and I donât think the chaos will last for much longer. Should we bring forward the next step of the operation?â Czedow asked. freew(e)bnovel
âDo it. Iâve found our man, and we can leave the moment we get out of here.â
âAlright, Iâll contact Wheeze and Shusag right away. Oh, there is one more thing I need to tell you. A small group of people is approaching this planet, but I donât know which side they belong to.â
Cillin thought for a moment before asking, âYou canât get any ID confirmation from them?â
âNo. I donât think they wish to reveal themselves.â
âThey canât be Miracle then.â
âThat is correct. Should I intercept them with the satellite arrays?â
âItâs fine. They probably belong to the First Army.â Cillin thought of Yue Lou and guessed that the group might be his saviors. It was just as well. It meant that he could unload all the troublesome stuff on the First Army.
âHow long will it take for them to arrive?â Cillin asked again.
âHalf an hour.â
âIâm almost out. Fetch us a spaceplane so we can leave this place.â
âRoger that.â
After the transmission was over, Cillin checked his surroundings one more time before quickening his footsteps.
Mo Heng frowned from Cillinâs shoulder. Again, the voice didnât sound like Cillin, but that tone⊠by now, the old man was absolutely certain that Cillin was Cillin. He couldnât help but feel a sense of guilt, however. A virus outbreak was hardly a good time to mount a rescue.







