Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 173 - 173 93 He's Coming

173: Chapter 93 He’s Coming 173: Chapter 93 He’s Coming Bengel, accompanied by Daijiu Tai’a, the Secretary Officer, and several other Martial Artists, walked out of the control room door and into the main section of the 734th floor.

This place was markedly different from the other floors, nearly ten meters in height—not so much a floor as three floors merged into one.

This area was one of the four major Meiyimei Building research bases, undertaking a branch of the Mona project.

The entire floor was like a huge square, with a lavish light fixture on the dome ceiling.

Its brightness was high, providing efficient illumination.

Beneath this light fixture were numerous semi-enclosed experimental areas where various Cybernetically Enhanced People were busy with their tasks.

Some of these Cybernetically Enhanced People were being led by staff to places of refuge.

Bengel and Daijiu Tai’a climbed up half a level using a staircase.

This floor was divided into upper and lower halves by a corridor at its edge.

Numerous independent offices and small meeting rooms were arranged along this corridor, which were the workspaces of Official Knights.

From this corridor, one could clearly see the activities of many Cybernetically Enhanced People below.

The Secretary Officer Ming Jing’s body trembled slightly—it was caused by excitement.

Daijiu Tai’a caught this movement and followed his gaze.

In a small partition with no ceiling, a Cybernetically Enhanced Person was stuffing something in their mouth vigorously, eating and drinking desperately.

—This was Ya Pining Zhao, the last person to have contact with Organization Z.

He thought to himself.

According to the intelligence, he had initially explored Organization Z with his sister, Deborah Zhao.

According to the latest information, Deborah Zhao had recently suffered a mistakenly lethal fate in the Wilderness.

If only he could kill this individual and then retrieve his memory, the information about the Sonicon Blade would be known.

Daijiu Tai’a was somewhat agitated.

This was his original plan.

The information he had submitted was true; he was indeed a practitioner of the Battle Formation Style Military Martial Path.

The research approach of the Oslo Knight Order was to cut into cognitive science from a linguistic perspective, which allowed for a deep alteration of “cognition.” This enabled them to develop their brains further and construct a “thinking” process for controlling numerous Cybernetically Enhanced People—or as Lady Ingrid Granat put it, to construct “language patterns.”

His weapon was a complete Prosthetic Body with a Pseudo-personality Mask.

His original plan was exactly this: to let his Personality Mask control the Prosthetic Body, incite chaos, and then have Bengel bring him to the target.

Afterwards, using his legitimate authority, he would forcibly enhance his privileges, briefly cut off the lighting and surveillance of this floor, and then secretly assassinate the target and steal his memory.

The Prosthetic Body he was now using had a specially made hidden compartment that could conceal an entire head.

This plan was supposed to be foolproof.

But who knew, someone had blown up the building’s main server!

The preparations he had made using legitimate authority had vanished along with that server.

The system and data of this building had backups, but the covert manipulations he had made would not be backed up.

Thus, it was difficult for him to achieve his goal in a short time.

However, considering the performance of the Mona Knight Order before…

If he, the target, and a few enemies were in the same space, there was still a chance to carry out the assassination.

—But, he must wait until the Hero reaches this floor.

—If my Personality Mask could support that Hero… Damn, because of the EMP, I can’t even contact “Me One” right now!

Daijiu Tai’a could only suppress his desire to attack.

On the other side of the building, soldiers continuously streamed in, constructing partitions on the floor’s open space.

This measure aimed to reduce the Hero’s evasion space, suppressing his mobility.

Bengel asked loudly, “How’s the restart of the automated directional weapons coming along?”

A Cybernetically Enhanced Person, who appeared to be a Military Officer, ran over and said, “Your Excellency, it’s mostly complete.

These laser cannons are managed by independent AIs and have electromagnetic protection, so neither hacking nor EMP had a significant impact on these weapons.”

Daijiu Tai’a listened in surprise: “There are such measures in place here?”

“They are to prevent Experimental Subjects from going mad,” Bengel shrugged.

“Our research is on ‘how Pseudo-personality Mask personality constructions ensure the consistency of social positioning’—so we deliberately cultivate Pseudo-personality Masks that vary somewhat from the original versions.

However, in this process, the algorithms also create bizarre Personality Masks.

If a certain form of series connection occurs, it could threaten the safety of the Knights.”

Daijiu Tai’a was slightly puzzled, “I haven’t read any relevant papers on this subject.

May I ask, what is the cause of this phenomenon?”

“Not everyone can accurately comprehend their own nature,” Bengel said, “Even the most noble Knight can harbor a longing for the chaos of the Martial World deep inside.

If the algorithm unfortunately displays this aspect, the resulting Pseudo-personality Mask will have a strong tendency for reaction.”

“However, in most cases, the Pseudo-personality Mask should be highly consistent with the subject, right?” Daijiu Tai’a asked curiously.

“Indeed, but sometimes the subject wants to do things he lacks the courage for; it only takes a small push—and the Personality Mask might just be what happens after this ‘push’ is initiated.”

Daijiu Tai’a nodded.

Well, if he was just going by Bengel’s description, then the research of the Mona Knight Order might not be particularly boring.

But researchers, eh, they’re all the same.

When discussing the significance of their research, they often exaggerate immensely as if the project they hold is critically linked to the fate of humanity.

He knew this routine all too well.

The Mona Knight Order hadn’t produced any significant results for at least the past ten years.

Otherwise, as one of the creators of Pseudo-personality Masks, he wouldn’t have been completely unaware of their papers.

“We will confront that thief right here,” Bengel declared.

“The automated weapon system here can instantly cover the entire floor, and there are enough soldiers and Martial Artists gathered that if the thief dares to come, we will certainly make him regret it!”

After thinking for a few seconds, Daijiu Tai’a inquired, “On what does these automated weapons depend for targeting?

Could they be jammed?”

“Visible light, infrared spectrum passive detection, sonar, microwave radar,” Bengel stated.

“A combination of multiple methods, and as soon as one of them confirms a target, it will immediately open fire.

It’s worth noting, they are really hard to hack.

Moreover, to counter Iron Dust, I’ve already instructed my subordinates to bring an electromagnet to this floor.

Once activated, Iron Dust will not be effective for more than three seconds.”

“And what about the network security of this floor?”

“An EMP has already disabled most of the intelligent devices, he’s doomed to fail at hacking,” Bengel sneered.

“He is doomed to have no return…”

At that moment, the staircase from the 733rd to the 734th floor opened, and a Soldier stumbled in, shouting, “He’s here!

He’s here!

That monster…”

Watching him wave his weapon around frantically, a Martial Artist frowned and moved to subdue him to ask questions.

However, no one expected that the Soldier would start shooting without warning!

Flames erupted, and a series of bullets were fired into the massive NBA chandeliers.

The lights went out instantly.

The huge crystal chandeliers crashed down like transparent rocks.

The distressed Soldier screamed, “What’s happening to me?

Ah!

I’ve been hacked!

I’ve been hacked!”

As he spoke, numerous bombs were shaken loose from his body.

The Martial Artists who had planned to apprehend him immediately dodged in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, their space to dodge was severely limited.

The same constraints that were originally meant to compress the enemy’s evasive space were just as effective against them.

Thus, the first casualties occurred.

Partitions within the experimental space collapsed like dominoes in a very short span of time.

The hot air quickly spread throughout the floor.

“He was hacked down below!” Bengel exclaimed.

“That guy!

He must have used the technique of witnessing to rewrite the control part of the prosthetic body!”

That Soldier must have been one of their own people.

Otherwise, he could not have passed the system’s automatic identification so smoothly.

A Hero would not wear that kind of prosthetic body.

Its performance is really poor.

Unless it is for a type of assassination with ‘long-term infiltration, one successful hit,’ such temporary and violent assassinations would not use this kind of prosthetic body.

It’s a loss to swap to such low-performance prosthetics just to pass a security check once.

“It must have been ‘shoot towards the brightest area,'” Daijiu Tai’a said.

Although his robe was whipped about by the wind from the explosion, he remained unflinched and observed the explosion as if he were merely a bystander: “At a glance, after determining the brightest light source, it would automatically fire.”

“It’s pointless,” Bengel gritted his teeth.

“Does he think we are all Natural Persons here?

The remaining light sources are sufficient…”

“Not only that!

He also blocked the infrared vision!

Now this whole floor is filled with high-temperature gases.

It wouldn’t be hard for him to hide himself,” Daijiu Tai’a analyzed calmly.

“Since he used Iron Dust, there must be means to disrupt the sonar.

So next should be…”

Just then, a fierce light flashed across everyone’s view.

That was the attack from the automated weapon.

“Was the laser weapon triggered?

Why?” Bengel screamed.

“Was it hacked?”

“No, rather than that, what did it just hit?” Daijiu Tai’a also wondered.

“It hit something in midair just now?

Why did it seem like I saw a splash of sparks just then?”