Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 135 - 135 55 Winds and Rains from All Directions

135: Chapter 55: Winds and Rains from All Directions 135: Chapter 55: Winds and Rains from All Directions John Kansas closed the primitive window and then looked at the person sitting opposite him, shrouded in a black robe, and said, “That’s roughly the situation.

Revered Envoy, what do you think?”

“Heh, nothing special to comment on.

If you really want, give me the address, and I can help you obliterate that group of failed heroes who were crippled by a knight apprentice,” the person fully hidden in the robe chuckled softly.

John shook his head, “I appreciate your kindness, Revered Envoy, but…”

“But you’re seeing such a weak hero for the first time, so you’re thinking of squeezing every possible benefit out of him, right?

I understand,” the person hidden inside the robe laughed softly, “But don’t forget, I too have paid to stay here.

You’d best not think about anything unnecessary.

If you get targeted by the government and expose me as well… hehe, Benchmark Man has a very strong resistance to damage.”

John Kansas’s body trembled slightly, and he said, “I understand, Revered Envoy.

Actually, the Gang Leader cares quite a lot about our dealings with you.

Look, we are about to streamline our businesses and then hide even deeper.”

John Kansas’s attitude was very respectful.

This man in the black robe, who claimed to be “an emissary under the command of the Water earthworm,” had found his way here a month ago through the peripheral members of the gang, kidnapped him, and then conducted various trades with the Capacitor Gang.

The man was very mysterious.

At first, John Kansas thought he might also be a martial artist attracted by the Old Hero from Beyond the Heavens.

However, this “emissary” seemed uninterested in the information about those old heroes.

Instead, he only used the channels of the Capacitor Gang to take over a batch of goods and transport them to the wilderness.

This batch of goods was not escorted by the Capacitor Gang themselves.

They were only responsible for part of the journey.

The specific destination of that “cargo” was unknown to the members of the Capacitor Gang.

But John had heard from Peter, known as “Straw Sandals,” who thought that the goods might have been destined for the Green Forest in the wilderness.

At that moment, John was certain that the “Revered Envoy” was absolutely not a hero.

A hero would never engage in such activities.

They usually only used weapons at hand.

Even if they truly wanted to attack the Great Stockade of the Green Forest, they would employ “assassination” methods to gradually dismantle it.

“Transporting weapons a long way to strike at the enemy” was a luxury only the government’s Houndhawks would indulge in.

After that, the “emissary” stayed here for a few more days.

He was already preparing to leave when suddenly news came that Organization Z had been destroyed.

Upon hearing this news, the “Revered Envoy” immediately changed his plans, saying he needed to stay here longer, and then he made two more trips to the wilderness.

This move also convinced John that the “Revered Envoy’s” cargo was most likely delivered to Organization Z.

However, White Paper Fan of the Capacitor Gang had never heard of anyone doing business of “delivering goods to the door” for Green Forest.

After all, for Green Forest, the “location of the Great Stockade” is essentially the foundation of their existence and livelihood.

This made John Kansas even more curious about the true identity of the “Revered Envoy.”

In interactions with a few heroes, the Capacitor Gang considered treating the existence of the “Revered Envoy” as a trump card, which is why they were willing to expose internal gang affairs to him.

They indeed needed what those heroes had.

An Ancient Seal Edition tutorial and the annotated cultivation techniques were of extraordinary significance to these gang members.

Admittedly, the Path of Chivalry promoted by Martial Ancestor encouraged more heroes to upload their knowledge to the internet in the form of blockchain.

Theoretically, you could acquire all the information you desired online.

But the problem was, a beginner would find it difficult to discern whether that information was “genuine.”

If there were traps maliciously set in the tutorial, then practicing such internal strength would inherently carry great risks.

Admittedly, there were some people who could derive flawless internal strength from basic mathematical rules and elementary books, but such people were in the minority.

Therefore, the “correct” teaching materials and understandable internal strength cultivation techniques were very precious.

The older the teaching material, the more outdated the knowledge it involved.

However, at the same time, “Mythological Era” materials were not filled with deliberate “traps” like those post-Sublimation War materials.

Compared to “bugs caused by outdated teaching materials,” martial artists always feared “malicious backdoors and traps embedded in the cultivation techniques” more.

At least, the former was rather easy to solve by oneself.

Learning by comparing “harmless ancient materials” with “modern materials whose intentions are unknown” was the beginner’s path to internal strength cultivation in this era.

And a cultivation technique with complete annotations allowed one to peek into the workings of internal strength, its intrinsic logic, and how the algorithms operate.

For those who achieved mastery, such a cultivation technique could bring about a comprehensive enhancement.

However, in this era dominated by “individual developers,” “annotations” were not very common.

Many internal strength masters felt that “writing annotations” could interrupt their train of thought easily.

Writing annotations during “programming” was similar to annotating certain words while writing a poem; it just eradicated the “inspiration” flowing smoothly through the brain.

Only relatively large collective entities such as the government and sects that valued heritage and solidarity bothered to prepare such materials.

Only venerable and profoundly skilled Elders of Transmission, who kept themselves very well hidden, could master such source codes.

And this was precisely what the Capacitor Gang wanted.

If they could obtain these materials, they would be able to break free from the role of “mere ants” and possibly become a powerful faction, leading a carefree and self-sufficient life.

“If only we could escape this cage…” John Kansas muttered softly.

The arrival of the old hero, for this land, was a major upheaval that only happened once in a century.

It was like throwing a massive object into a small pond.

Whether dead or alive, it would stir up all the life in the entire pond.

Amidst this change, the Capacitor Gang had to find a way out.

………………………

The Water earthworm envoy stood on the ninety-seventh floor of the Pine Eagle Building, quietly looking down below.

From this height, humanity seemed like trash.

The entire city was nothing more than a gigantic garbage landfill.

“A trashy place, breeding such trashy incidents.”

The Water earthworm envoy bitterly said.

He had originally come to deliver the treasured blade for “Chain Missile” Gleayard.

After all, Sonicon Blades were generally produced by the government, and if it were discovered that it had been gifted to Green Forest, then the influence that Six Dragons Sect had hidden within the government would also suffer a blow.

But what he never expected was that just after he had delivered the treasured blade to Z Organization Great Stockade, such an incident occurred.

The entire Z Organization Great Stockade had been wiped out.

To be honest, when the Water earthworm envoy saw this news on the intelligence network of Martial Artists, he really broke out in a cold sweat.

Having already left, he directly turned back and went into the Wilderness, just to search for that treasured blade.

But just as he had set out, he saw the spectacle of Heavenly Punishment striking the ground.

And after performing a simple simulation calculation with the program embedded in his brain, he was horrified to find that the target of that Heavenly Punishment was the Z Organization Great Stockade.

At that moment, the Water earthworm envoy didn’t know whether to be happy or worried.

After all, Heavenly Punishment was an indiscriminate attack, and the possibility of obliterating evidence was not small.

But on closer thought, the blade of the Sonicon Blade was usually stored inside a thick metal shield.

The performance of that metal shield wasn’t much different from the door of a safe.

Unless it was a direct hit by a First-Level Divine Punishment from a Space-based Kinetic Weapon, it was very likely that the Sonicon Blade would still remain.

Moreover, he really couldn’t be sure what was actually going on.

The Gene Bank armed forces cadre’s two useless children were scouting while the Water earthworm envoy hid nearby.

After they left, the Water earthworm envoy also spent some effort searching for the underground relics of the Z Organization.

Of course, he found nothing.

Concerned about this matter, he stayed here a bit longer, collecting intelligence related to it.

That was also why he had to use the help of the local snakes.

Now the only ones who knew the intelligence of Z Organization were those surviving lackeys.

These guys might not understand the principle of sharing intelligence.

They could be hiding in any nearby place, like startled birds avoiding Hero and the government.

To dig these rats out, the power of the mafia was very suitable.

This was also the reason he had to stay here.

However, this matter had to be handled carefully.

He had to use the power of these mafias to find the remaining lackeys of the Z Organization and learn the possible whereabouts of the Sonicon Blade.

But at the same time, he couldn’t let the Capacitor Gang realize how important this intelligence was to the Six Dragons Sect.

Otherwise, these desperadoes would definitely take advantage of the situation.

In such a bizarre era, it was all too easy for one illegal organization to coerce another.

They only needed to send the other party’s unwilling-to-be-exposed intelligence to the government’s website, and that was it.

The cost of uploading information was really too low.

Unless your Internal Strength had reached a peak, capable of instantly eliminating all evidence in the opponent’s hands before they could react, you would have to endure this coercion.

If the Water earthworm envoy were a loner like Hero, constantly on the move, he could indeed ignore such sordid tactics.

But, the Six Dragons Sect had power that absolutely could not be exposed.

“Trash…” he thought, “If it really comes down to it, just infiltrate the Scientific Knight Order, kill the people investigating this matter, and then pin it on those thugs!”

Since the old Hero from Beyond the Heavens had fallen in the New Continent, all the Martial Artists in the area had become active.

Perhaps that was also an option.

As long as his identity was hidden well enough, no one could trace it down.

But this Revered Envoy didn’t know that, although not on the same floor, but on another level of the same building, the current owner of the Sonicon Blade was pressing his own neck and saying, “Cui, have you felt recently like there’s something wrong with your spine?”