142: Chapter 62 He Assassinated 142: Chapter 62 He Assassinated The Martial Artist in the black cloak stood at the street corner, holding a piece of spine in his hand, while various limbs were scattered on the ground.
Yet he did not look at the destruction he had caused; instead, he tilted his head to gaze at the sky.
A dense tal aerosol had already blocked out the daylight.
“To actually damage one’s own arm to discard the command system…
Even the governnt would do such a thing, huh?
Heh, their intention against is quite clear.
It’s to defend against ‘this side’.”
“The previous remote hijacking of the prosthetic body’s control rights must have been discovered.
This ti, those who have co either have a biological brain built-in or are machines that retain only a hardware input interface, act according to preset paraters, and don’t accept any external signals.”
This is the terrifying aspect of an Internal Strength Master.
An Internal Strength Master lurking like a ghost can force the governnt to give up what they’re best at.
This is a feat that re external strength could never achieve.
Of course, while the upper limit of inner strength is high, its lower limit is low as well.
If one is purely an Internal Strength Master without cultivating external strength, then in situations covered by Iron Dust or with harsh electromagnetic environnts causing full-spectrum interference, their skill would be reduced by ninety-nine percent.
To stay high above and maneuver around large forces, to maintain situations where you advance as the enemy approaches, harass when they stay, strike when they’re tired, and pursue when they retreat, you still need a foundation in external strength.
“It seems that my recent activities have indeed drawn attention.
It is necessary to remain quiet for a while; otherwise, it could be very dangerous.”
The Hero in the black cloak quickly made his decision.
He turned and ran in the direction away from the battlefield.
If it was the Hero from earlier, those young people most likely wouldn’t need any support.
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“I just saw this kid scrape the corner wall with his hand.
He’s leaving a secret signal, isn’t he?”
The Martial Artist from the gang pointed at Cui Hai with underlying hostility in his tone, “This guy wasn’t the agreed party in the first place, and then he left a mark at the street corner.
I suspect he’s up to sothing.”
“You’re probably not as sneaky as us,” Cui Hai responded bluntly: “We have other companions who haven’t co yet.
This is just a signal for him.”
The man retorted, “Hmph, you’d better assu that your friend is already dead.
Entering the underground system of this city rashly would almost certainly lead to getting lost.
However, if I catch you trying to leave a secret signal on the inner walls of the pipelines, don’t bla for turning ruthless and leading you to your deaths!”
This sewer was part of the city’s drainage system, built by the gang.
While private residents could also construct them, the vast majority couldn’t bear the cost and risk.
And of course, separately from the normal drainage system, the gangs would secretly maintain passages advantageous to themselves.
After all, the Dyson principles didn’t prohibit digging secret tunnels.
Even if the tunnel was discovered, as long as one didn’t resist the act of surveillance by the Protectors, the digger could still go unpunished.
This could be considered the biggest hideout for filth in the city.
“You don’t need to trouble yourself over this,” Cui Hai said.
The man skillfully lifted a manhole cover and slid in.
Red Hand A entered first, followed by Cui Hai.
Gofrey threw Yuan Wenren down and then followed himself.
Oko stayed behind to cover their exit and sealed the manhole.
Minutes later, Xiang Shan arrived.
To avoid being pursued by the Houndhawks, Cui Hai didn’t leave too many traces.
But he had made certain modifications to the caras before the Iron Dust spread.
After identifying Cui Hai and his group, the caras’ transmission parts would continuously emit vibrations at a specific frequency.
This at least pointed Xiang Shan in a direction.
Xiang Shan followed the trail after killing the Military Officer.
Killing the officer wasn’t difficult.
The man was at most at Old Hamr’s level and, with intention against the unaware, Xiang Shan disard him with his first move, then quickly disabled his movent capabilities, shattering any chance of a counterattack.
Compared to that, escaping the encirclent of soldiers was more difficult.
Fortunately, the governnt soldiers’ cordon seed to have a gap.
Soone had torn open a hole, but they were unable to communicate effectively due to the Iron Dust.
With the assistance of the caras, Xiang Shan moved forward as if he had “full map vision” in a ga with a “War Fog” chanism.
He searched the wall for a while and found the last traces left by Cui Hai.
The five marks appeared random but were actually periodic function curves.
Interpreted according to a pre-agreed thod, these images could convey additional information.
“So that’s it, heading underground, about a hundred ters ahead,” Xiang Shan murmured.
He walked briskly forward and after searching the ground for a few minutes, found a manhole cover that closely resembled the material of the ground.
This was the city’s largest den of filth in more ways than one.
Xiang Shan did not possess a sense of sll and was not easily infected, so he wasn’t particularly fearful of places like this.
Physiological disgust was rely a lingering instinct.
He descended quickly, sealing the manhole cover as he went, then cocked his ear to listen.
His auditory organs might not be as high-end as his Prosthetic Eye, but they weren’t shabby.
Due to the Protector’s encirclent operations, no one was using this restroom at the mont, and only sporadic water sounds could be heard.
He filtered through the steady flow of sounds… filtered through the dripping sounds…
Filtered through the footsteps above… filtered through the sounds of combat…
Soon, he locked onto a direction.
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Before long, Cui Hai and his group were led by a gang mber down a dry passageway.
The entrance to this passage was in a fork of the sewer system.
The gang mber took them around two bends and onto a branch path.
After a stretch of uphill travel, they moved downward continuously.
Along the way, Cui Hai heard various strange noises.
Digging noises, the operation of so machinery.
But these sounds were gradually overwheld by a rolling water noise.
An underground river.
This river had no na.
It was originally just a normal underground water system.
However, during wars that altered the topography, the Old Era’s man-made underground passages and sewers accidentally connected into a continuous river, which expanded over the years.
In early years, Heroes had dredged it, and gangsters along with Green Forest were its natural maintainers and expanders.
This was geography left behind by humanity.
This place could be described as a hub of thoroughfares; several gangs, as well as so Martial Arts Schools and now-extinct civilian groups, all had roots here, rendering the location as complex as a labyrinth.
If a small force really did enter, this gang Martial Artist could easily escape.
He felt much safer here.
The gang Martial Artist sighed, “Great Heroes, as you can see, this city is truly unsafe for you.
How about it?
Have you considered our terms?
Although it’s simple for you to kill , if you want to operate in this city, you still need our help.”
Yuan Wenren sneered, “Don’t be too aggressive, brother.
You know, if we wanted to, we could extract the information from your head.”
The Martial Artist smiled confidently, “No, you won’t.
Because you also know that I definitely don’t store all the information I know in recording devices.
A large part of it exists only in my Biological Brain and doesn’t pass through my Prosthetic Body.
Even if your Martial Arts are unparalleled in the world, how could you dig out accurate information from a Biological Brain?”
Yuan Wenren said, “Maybe that’s enough for us?”
“No, it’s not nearly enough,” the Martial Artist said.
“At most, you could get the map of the city’s underground paths, but you will never know the distribution of forces that exist underground, our secret codes, and the like.
If we wish, we can turn the normally passable routes into ‘dead ends’ in a very short ti—really, you understand.
Although that would cause so loss to us, we are truly capable of doing it.”
Indeed, it was a very simple matter.
Just report to the governnt that a certain underground passage might be used by Heroes, and there would be no problem.
Even though the gang might lose the chance to use that road, the Heroes would definitely get targeted by the governnt.
This was also the reason why these people had not turned against the Capacitor Gang.
They needed a stable retreat route.
But even if they extracted this “passage” from the gang’s heads, the Capacitor Gang could quickly make it unsafe.
Oko finally sighed, “Alright, alright, I can agree to so of your requests.
I can provide you with so of the Inner Strength techniques with useful annotations…”
The Martial Artist was overjoyed.
Contacting these Heroes was a risk taken by the Capacitor Gang just for this.
There was no other reason.
That was sothing the Gang Leader and others had their eyes on!
Whoever got it would earn a great rit and share in so benefits.
And now, that rit was about to fall into his own pocket!
The Martial Artist couldn’t help but fantasize about his future dominance in the Martial World.
At that mont, a hand reached out silently from the darkness behind him and grabbed the man’s neck.
“This deal sounds really good, ah, friend, you’ve made a great contribution to the gang.
Congratulations to you,” Xiang Shan said, voicing his congratulations as his hand rcilessly broke through the Martial Artist’s neck armor and then twisted his neck off.
The Martial Artist scread.
His thoughts were still in the last second, and he had not realized what had happened.
And at that mont, Xiang Shan’s and the Martial Artist’s eyes t.
Not even a distress signal managed to get out.
Seconds later, Xiang Shan, holding the man’s head, said, “By the way, do any of you have a moral compulsion to finish the deal and give them the agreed items while he’s still alive?
Why not show him the Cultivation Technique now?”
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