Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 578 - 491 Lonely Ship_2

Chapter 578: Chapter 491 Lonely Ship_2

Half an hour later, Chiyuki Sajou and Nidelaide finally arrived at the scene.

Chiyuki Sajou had been engaged in voluntary medical work, secretly using the Moonlight Ritual to save those with severe injuries.

Seeing Rinne’s condition, Chiyuki Sajou immediately unfolded the emergency blanket from her backpack, laid Rinne on it, inserted the health monitoring device into the data port behind her ear, and performed a comprehensive scan.

"The Healing Injection has stabilized her condition, Nidelaide, you solder the broken circuits," Chiyuki Sajou frowned, turning Rinne over.

Her back had been heavily kicked by a ninja, resulting in cracks and wounds, and multiple nerve bundles had been destroyed.

Nidelaide nodded silently and began to work efficiently.

His hands were like a multifunctional toolset, his right hand effortlessly transforming into an oxyacetylene torch, while his left hand sanitized the wound with disinfectant spray.

For the modified Rinne, neither simple biological treatment nor mechanical repair alone could save her life; both approaches were critical.

As a Prosthesis Doctor who had studied in depth alongside Cui Junyou, Nidelaide first treated the external injuries and stopped the bleeding, then with his extensive knowledge of implants, began repairing Rinne’s neural circuit bundles on her back—the key core that connected all implants, distributed along the spine, related to all electrical and neural networks, and extremely important.

Under Nidelaide’s repair, in less than 10 minutes, the severed wires were replaced and the metal parts were re-soldered.

Nidelaide injected Rinne with an immune suppressant to reduce the risk of rejection, infusing the green liquid into her shoulder muscles. Chiyuki Sajou then carried out surgical sutures, making up for what Nidelaide had missed.

He had always been collecting data in Aizu City and investigating what kind of implants people needed to improve their lives. To him, the implants used by Rinne were very unique.

The most basic and core implants on her body were all in-house products without any brand or public serial number. The neural circuit bundle alone was worth at least 1.5 million, and the subjective slowdown implant was military-grade, having replaced her spine with synthetic metal, which was clearly visible on her skin, consisting of segmented black steel from her nape down to her tailbone.

Nidelaide also carefully checked the parameters on her control software and found that Rinne was the third user of the subjective slowdown implants, no doubt reclaimed from the dead.

In contrast to these costly implants, her extra prosthetic body parts were quite shoddy, such as the combat reaction regulator, adrenocorticotropic enhancers, arm storage compartments, all looking like those found in some shabby clinics—dirty and prone to problems. It was hard to imagine such vastly different implants being used by the same person. It seemed she had come into some money recently, adding a new modified stomach that was barely passable.

Was Rinne a spy for a major company? Nidelaide pondered deeply.

After completing the basic surgery, he left and went with Seeking Shadow to recover the body of the dead ninja from the forest.

As the forest was still in a self-defense state, other ninjas hadn’t had the chance to retrieve their fallen comrade. The ninja in the purple cloak was slashed in half by Seeking Shadow as soon as the battle started due to recklessness, and the remaining corpse was impaled by wooden spikes, with several vines crisscrossing to hang it up like a trophy of the forest, or a warning.

By the time Seeking Shadow brought the dead ninja’s remains out of the forest, Rinne had also awakened.

She pressed her forehead and nodded slightly to her unfamiliar new companions.

"He should have enough information on him for analysis," Seeking Shadow said, removing the ninja’s hood to reveal a stiff male face with bulging eyes, looking not sorrowful but rather detached from the mortal world.

Upon searching the ninja’s body, they found some simple commands that vaguely revealed their purpose.

These ninjas were hired by "Ghost Warrior," secretly coming to Xijin Town to assassinate the Colonel, and there was also a larger mercenary group nearby, including gunboats, speedboats, and drones, determined to sink the "Red Life" in the ocean.

"New information: the enemy has a fleet," Hosoda Yoshiyuki frowned, "we can’t wait for the Colonel on the beach anymore."

"Yes... we need to reroute the Colonel," Rinne wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, as she stood up and headed towards Xijin Town, while trying to send a secret order to Captain Febus of the "Red Life" to change their course for an easier rendezvous.

"The information from this ninja is not very clear," said Hosoda Yoshiyuki, "but given the current situation, we must fly out to sea directly to find them and provide additional firepower to prevent their ship from being sunk. Where’s the Shuttle Machine?"

"I’ll get the inn ready," Seeking Shadow said as she ran toward Xijin Town, with Rinne following her.

Seeking Shadow looked back, sensing Rinne didn’t like Nidelaide and Hosoda Yoshiyuki very much.

"I’m alive..." Rinne stretched lazily as she strode forward, having gradually lost consciousness due to serious injury, she was unfamiliar with the situation.

"Can you adapt?" Seeking Shadow turned to look at her, "Although our new companions are a bit strange, they’re all good people."

"I’m used to moving between different squads," Rinne said with ease.

"There are lots of enemies," Seeking Shadow analyzed the intelligence.

Apart from these few ninjas, there were at least 200 fierce mercenaries, along with armored troops and heavy firepower that had somehow avoided the port and been smuggled ashore.

It was possible that the Ghost Warrior was coordinating everything from behind the scenes, as only the special agents of the Corporate Alliance had the capacity to allocate such vast resources.

"That was too dangerous," Seeking Shadow said as she saw Rinne had recovered about seventy to eighty percent before she finally relaxed from combat readiness, "We are the blades in the shadows of Nestor Corporation, teetering on the edge of the knife."

"We are actually the gloves of Nestor Corporation," Rinne commented, "I hope there’s never a day when we’re cast aside."

Elsewhere, at sea, the frail and outdated "Red Life" was slicing through the waves, heading towards the Northern Archipelago.

This was an old military vessel that should have been discarded; before the colonel was reborn, it lay upside down in a dry dock, forgotten by all.

"We’ll soon be there," Captain Febus looked back at the cabin.

The dim lights inside illuminated only a few sailors, barely keeping the ship running, and the colonel was among them.

The colonel was just a gaunt old man in an old military uniform, breathing silently, almost imperceptible.

Febus felt disheartened knowing that the colonel’s era had passed and he didn’t believe the colonel could command the same response as in the past. In modern society, with its various conflicting ideologies and deep social rifts, the times when one could unify people with a single slogan or idea were long gone.

But the colonel still had bright, lively eyes, which was why Febus decided to pick up arms and follow him as soon as he saw him.

Everyone on the ship knew the colonel didn’t have much time left, but they also knew he wouldn’t die easily. His joints seemed hammered in place, and his bones could have been metallic, supporting his withered body. He’d barely eaten or drunk anything during the few days of the voyage, not needing much at his age and condition.

"Be careful with that storm!" the colonel said, looking outside, his voice so low it broke Febus’s heart. He had heard tape recordings of the colonel broadcasting victory declarations across the Agave Continent, a voice like a mighty lion. A sailor gave the colonel an old blanket, covering his withered and pitiful body.

As for the storm mentioned by the colonel, Febus didn’t take it seriously at first, but soon he saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

The howling winds whipped the sailors’ uniforms, and Captain Febus climbed the lookout tower, soon spotting even more daunting sights: unfamiliar warships and drones, their lights flickering in the dark of night.

Bang! A cannonball exploded beside the "Red Life," lifting a spray of water and slamming it against the hull as sailors shouted and rushed to their battle stations, the ship rocking violently.

Febus hit his head on the mast and felt incompetent; he had only ever piloted boats on rivers in his life, but he didn’t want the colonel to die in vain. In the end, he still took the ship out into the Great Ocean, and here they were, just 25 nautical miles from the landing zone at Xijin Town.

Looking at the approaching enemy ships that resembled grey sharks, he wasn’t sure if he saw vertical missile launchers, which would need only one shot to take out this little ship. Febus felt his decrepit vessel was as pathetic as a sampan against the modern warships, just like the withered colonel stood no chance against the advanced modern corporations.

Swallowing the taste of rust in his mouth, Captain Febus loudly commanded the sailors to fire the ship’s antiquated naval guns with their pitiful calibers.

Whatever the case, they would fight with all they had. He thought to himself quietly. If they didn’t win sixty years ago, they would continue fighting now, sixty years later.