323: Chapter 103 Burrow Dragon 323: Chapter 103 Burrow Dragon In a pitch-dark underground cavern sowhere, a series of electromagnetic waves transmitted rapidly.
Shortly after, an indicator light blinked twice.
A short Cybernetically Enhanced Person stood up from the ground.
His body was coated with fragnts of ore.
Coupled with his eccentric prosthetic body appearance, even a Martial Artist with twice-enhanced image recognition capabilities could possibly be deceived.
This diminutive Martial Artist quickly walked out first.
A few minutes later, he returned and made several hand signals towards a corner.
Then, he pulled soone into the depths of the cavern.
The newcor was entirely wrapped in a gray robe, tall in stature, and had to stoop to walk inside the cavern.
He asked anxiously, “Brother, can you quickly let et your leader?
This matter is truly important…”
The small Martial Artist replied, “Please adhere to our procedures, Great Hero.
It is precisely these complex verifications that have allowed us to exist in this area for a long ti.” Saying this, he puffed out his chest proudly, “Even King Aqini couldn’t eradicate us back in the day.”
This area, cut off from the external network, is truly an “intranet place.” Hence, even if one ntioned so sensitive terms from outside, it wouldn’t trigger any crawler.
However, if a person’s body is already infected with a monitoring Gu, data recorded might still be exposed upon returning outside.
But most Fad Heroes are not yet so compromised that they can’t control data uploads.
The Fad Hero sighed, visibly distressed.
The two continued downward, perhaps a few hundred ters.
The pathway gradually widened.
There were also nurous side roads, all supported by crudely refined tal fraworks.
The Fad Hero noticed special QR codes on several mining side roads, encoding so kind of covert ssage.
He didn’t understand their aning.
The diminutive Martial Artist glanced at him and advised it was best not to record this on any hard drive.
—It must be markings, to prevent getting lost…
The Fad Hero thought to himself and decisively deleted the related mory.
Although “best not to” in the context of Fad Heroes ant “it wouldn’t matter much even if noted,” reducing the risk of their codes being deciphered was always beneficial.
Soon, the two arrived at a three-way intersection.
This three-way intersection appeared wider than usual.
A short Cybernetically Enhanced Person sat cross-legged in the middle of the road, holding a staff.
At the top of the staff hung a lantern, directly connected by a wire from his body, shining brightly.
The Cybernetically Enhanced Person’s head was of normal size, but his stature was short, giving him a sowhat cartoonish proportion.
Yet his “aura,” or rather, “the psychological state reflected by his actions,” was already that of an elderly individual.
The elder fixed his gaze on the Fad Hero.
“May I ask from whence the guest hails?
Who introduced you?”
“I am called Scott, coming from Antarctica.
My introduction was through Burrow Dragon, the Chief Driller Wind.”
The elder showed so surprise, “Is it indeed Southern Heaven’s Single Blade, Scott, who has co here?
You’ve co here as well?
Is it to use radioactive elents to establish a Sect?”
Scott nodded, then shook his head, “No longer necessary.” The Fad Hero earnestly said, “I originally planned to establish a Sect under the ice layers of Antarctica.
I found what might be an abandoned warehouse from the Old Era beneath the ice…
But the comrades who were to establish the Sect with have already been killed.”
The elder nodded, “I regret to hear that, Great Hero.
However, we do not retain isotopes.
For us Burrow Dragons, the only purpose of coarsely refining isotopes is to deliver them to those in the Jianghu.
We currently possess two portions of roughly refined tallic embryos, which after refining can barely reach the critical mass of a small fission reactor.
According to procedure, you should take one portion.”
This was an internal rule of the Burrow Dragons.
Whenever they accumulated a certain amount of rough tallic embryos, they would discreetly send out a ssage through their covert channel, allowing Fad Heroes who could pass the password verification to enter and take the embryos.
Typically, the Burrow Dragons would only send ssages through familiar Fad Heroes, while the Fad Heroes would only receive information about the Burrow Dragons from trusted sources.
Thus, much of this information remained highly confidential and difficult to disseminate.
When Fad Heroes entered the territory of the Burrow Dragons, they also had to voluntarily suppress the activity of their hippocampus, and were required to delete mories after leaving.
After delivering their minerals, the Burrow Dragons would then lie low for a long period, slowly accumulating radioactive elents from poor uranium mines.
The Protectors, with their advanced exploration techniques and vast fleet of drones, had searched the whole Earth, and most rich mines had already been depleted.
If one couldn’t seize a reactor from upper echelon Protectors who already controlled one, then reliance on the Burrow Dragons was inevitable.
There weren’t many Fad Heroes on Earth capable of surpassing a major threshold.
At their worst, not a single Fad Hero on this planet possessed a reactor—King Aqini’s many years stationed on the Moon had borne so fruit.
The Hero’s logistics were inherently weaker than the Protector’s.
Unless his Inner Strength completely dominated, a Hero without a reactor would never win against a high-ranking officer with one.
As for hacking into the enemy’s logistical system to steal a reactor, one shouldn’t even think about it.
Though King Aqini had many responsibilities, he could still spare a thread of attention to safeguard the logistics chain of the reactors.
As long as the Burrow Dragon existed, Heroes who could surpass a major threshold would always be reborn.
Of course, there would be governnt Houndhawks disguised as Heroes seeking radioactive elents and others masqueraded as Burrow Dragons, releasing false information to lure Heroes into traps.
But as long as there were people still alive, the flas of resistance would always reignite.
“Radiation is the least of our concerns now, Old Senior,” the Hero shook his head.
“Our group originally had four mbers, each a skilled veteran.
Their Martial Arts were only slightly inferior to mine.
But since yesterday, they have been disappearing one after the other.
When I t with your guide, my last brother was standing less than twenty ters from .
Then he disappeared too…
I just looked away for a mont, and he was gone!
I don’t even know what killed him!”
The old man was slightly moved.
“Is that so?”
To kill soone silently and without trace was not uncommon.
Cyber Martial Arts were originally Assassination Techniques; though they also carried out so “propaganda warfare,” the main focus was correct.
Avoiding sight, striking fatally with a single blow, silently removing Prosthetic Bodies or remotely hacking into them to trap the target were all feasible actions.
But according to Scott’s statents, his brothers were only slightly inferior to him.
To silently kill Heroes of this caliber…
the opponent was definitely not ordinary.
“Have you been targeted by an expert among the Houndhawks?”
Scott shook his head.
“The so-called ‘Southern Heaven Single Blade’ is just a face-saving title my friends in Jianghu give ; I know my own limits.
I haven’t exposed any weaknesses recently, not enough to attract such pursuit from the Houndhawks.”
The old man nodded.
“Oh, I see.
They are coming for us.”
He shook his body, standing up.
Perhaps from sitting in ditation for a long ti, his joints creaked stiffly with a rusted sound.
“Looks like we have to retreat,” the old man sighed as he surveyed the surroundings.
“I have been guarding here for a long ti.”
The Hero was anxious.
“Old Senior, we need to hurry.
Those Houndhawks are very powerful…”
“Busy tis lead to errors.
Even retreats need to be orderly,” the old man said.
“This tunnel is the least advantageous environnt for the governnt to employ their techniques.
We already hold a significant geographical advantage.”
The underground mine was a special environnt.
In this place, the utilization of large Prosthetic Bodies was restricted, firearms could easily trigger collapses, and explosives were absolutely forbidden.
Benchmark n had already overco the oxygen deficiency issues Natural Persons faced, and the Burrow Dragons collecting radioactive tals were never short of isotopic batteries.
Here, the governnt’s resource advantage was minimized as much as possible.
The old man issued several commands in succession.
The mine had tal veins, and the rock walls absorbed and reflected electromagnetic waves well, making electromagnetic radars and wireless communication compromised, but sound could travel far.
Of course, wired communication could be used, but that made it easy for enemies to trace the wires back to their source, so the Burrow Dragons only used this thod in a few situations.
The old man gave commands in code.
Scott only heard the old man continually state numbers.
Monts later, small sounds echoed in the darkness.
The old man paused again, then said, “Six.”
A Cybernetically Enhanced Person erged from the darkness.
“Great Grandfather.”
“Great Grandfather gives you a deadly mission.
Are you willing to accept it?”
“To rescue Cai and Zhao Lin?” The person nodded.
“It’s my duty.”
“Those kids are from the Shallow Soil, but we absolutely cannot abandon them… no, rather we must not abandon them,” he said.
“The legs that Aunt Wu left behind are yours now.
Put them on, change to a matching External Armor, send a ssage to those two kids, and then make your escape.
If you still have your life, live on as a Hero.”
The young man shivered.
“Great Grandfather?”
“As per the rules, I won’t tell you where we are going next,” the old man said.
“Go, make a na for yourself in Jianghu, and at least let us know you’re safe.”
The young man nodded and started running deeper into the cave.
Scott hesitated.
“Elder, I could go instead, right?
When I retreat, I could…”
“No, Great Hero, your Martial Arts are much stronger than that kid’s.
That grandson does not have much talent; he might not reach your level.
If really assessed, your life holds slightly more value,” the elder spoke in an even tone.
“Prepare for the retreat.”
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