Legend of the Cyber Heroes
Chapter 213 - 213 133 Entering Pine Eagle Twice

213: Chapter 133: Entering Pine Eagle Twice 213: Chapter 133: Entering Pine Eagle Twice “Dark storms stir the air [Dark storms stir in the sky], clouds obscure our view [Dark clouds block our view]…” Xiang Shan hummed this song, riding his motorcycle and continuing forward in the wilderness.

Before carrying out the assassination, he had already written an automatic routing software for this motorcycle that could quickly replan the route upon detecting enemies.

He had long ago scheduled a rendezvous point with the motorcycle after withdrawing from the assassination.

Fortunately, the routing software he wrote this time didn’t malfunction.

After dodging for a period, he and the motorcycle smoothly met up.

This motorcycle had a spare power source [from the “Dust Storm Ghost” of the Green Forest Stronghold], coolant [same], and spare parts [same].

Additionally, the replacement blade for the Sonicon Blade was also on top.

That blade had accompanied Xiang Shan through the assassination squad of Deborah, killed through the Green Forest, and from the exterior to the interior of the Meiyimei Building, then even through a search party.

Many of these battles had been carried out in the harsh environment of metal aerosol.

Xiang Shan was also prepared for the “blade damage.”

However, he indeed had to admit that the strike he delivered on Balbo was a bit impulsive.

If he had held back slightly when he struck, keeping some reserve, that blade could have lasted one or two more battles.

But it didn’t matter.

Xiang Shan felt exhilarated.

The USB drive he last inserted into that protector’s brain contained only that song, pure audio information.

Unable to connect to the internet in the wilderness, the song wasn’t sourced by him, but rather it was the audio recording broadcast yesterday.

The last verse of the song was synthesized by him himself.

To ensure that the authorities wouldn’t fail, he didn’t simply kill the guy but merely pricked his frontal lobe lightly.

This ancient technique wouldn’t even cause significant damage to the brain-machine barrier, wouldn’t affect the government system’s identity authentication, and could even ensure the life of the Spirit Receiver.

Yet, it would also destroy the higher functions of the human brain.

Xiang Shan wasn’t very familiar with the medical technology of this era.

However, in his understanding, repair was not impossible if really necessary.

But the difficulty of that repair, and the time required, would not be less than training a new officer from scratch.

And the remaining consciousness of that officer would loop in this song.

He couldn’t help but sing aloud, “Although pain and death await us [Even if pain and death await us], our duty calls us to fight against the enemy [Fighting against the enemy is our mission]…”

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“The most precious good is freedom [The most precious thing is none other than freedom], we must defend it with faith and courage [with belief and courage, we must defend it]…”

When this song wafted through the command system, the prosthetic eye of Amilcare Zhao sparkled with crimson light.

The broadcast in the communication system was completely legal.

It was an account—a sub-account under his administrator privileges—conducting normal communication.

And the person emitting this sound was none other than Balbo, who had been confirmed dead in the war chariot.

According to the traces at the scene, he had roughly reconstructed what had transpired.

The Hero had come from the northwest direction.

Using some method, he had pinpointed Balbo’s location and charged straight toward him.

Upon stealthily approaching nearby, he threw a large amount of Iron Dust at the unit where Balbo was.

The metal aerosol disrupted the communication.

Modern command systems directly failed.

The strikes from space-based weapons and low-altitude support from air forces, which protectors excelled in, became unrealistic.

Under these circumstances, the Thug charged at Balbo.

Three athletes with background in Martial Arts, the Martial Artists, were the first to detect this.

They rushed to support, but were easily handled by the Hero.

The Hero then carried a body to the roof of Balbo’s chariot, tore open the hatch on the roof, and placed the cavalry general’s body along with a Halberd on the roof, drawing the troops’ attention.

The Hero himself then snuck in from beneath the chariot, slaying Balbo.

Afterward, the Hero also threw several concussion grenades to disrupt the hearing of those around.

Taking advantage of this, he escaped from the war chariot and made his getaway.

All this information was compiled and delivered to Amilcare Zhao within half an hour.

The Hero had also specially punctured the chariot’s battery while fleeing, triggering a fire.

The fire destroyed much of the evidence.

However, from some alloy fragments left at the scene, this was the Hero who had slain Bengel—because those alloy fragments were too hard, their application was extremely limited, almost exclusively used in Sonicon Blade blades.

Amilcare Zhao originally thought his assistant officer must have died.

He indeed hadn’t expected that the account belonging to Balbo could still transmit a signal.

But from the content of this broadcast, even if this assistant officer hadn’t died, he was probably almost as good as dead.

Old Master Zhao had never imagined that the Hero not only broke through the search line and assassinated a mid-level commander, but also took the head of his confidant after completing the assassination, using his biological brain and account privileges as a speaker.

He asked, “Has anyone found Balbo’s head?”

No one responded.

Amilcare Zhao, using his high-level privileges, cut off the broadcast and yelled, “I asked you, have you found that guy’s head?”

There was a commotion around.

Amilcare was not worried about a military mutiny.

This wasn’t because he believed his soldiers’ thoughts were utterly firm and impregnable, but rather because in this era, those using military prosthetic bodies could never defy superior commands.

From hardware to software, military prosthetics were equipped with multiple layers of “obedience” performance.

Even if an internal strength master could overwrite all the fatal contingencies at the software level, they could not remotely rewrite the fatal backdoors embedded in the hardware or constituted by machinery.

Even if an internal strength master could indeed breach the command system and get access, at most they could only kill these soldiers or coerce them not to enter the battle.

Amilcare could sense the fear and awe in these men’s actions.

This meant that the commands could be executed efficiently.

Soon, a squad reported that they had found that head.

About a quarter of an hour later, Balbo’s head was swiftly brought before Amilcare.

Amilcare silently looked at this brain-exposed, speechless fellow.

Balbo’s prosthetic eye trembled.

The normal song seemed to cause great pain to his remaining spirit.

Amilcare lifted the brain and then drew his pistol, “Rest in peace, old friend.”

Then he fired.

Amilcare threw his pistol to the ground and issued a command, “All forces, search and encircle, and set up around Pine Eagle City!”

“If that guy chooses to break through the search line, it means he hasn’t escaped far!”

“Ignore all minor targets, including broadcasting clients.

We’ll deal with this great traitor first!”

He said so.

No one could humiliate the Protector’s dignity and still remain at ease—not even the legendary Martial Ancestor, let alone a mere Hero.

Almost at the same time, Yuan Wenren, who had been holding a telescope towards the south, put down his optical instrument, invigorated, “They really retreated!

The senior succeeded!”

The Heroes had been fleeing all night.

As the sky gradually brightened, their window of activity dwindled.

If the soldiers had not retreated, they would have been caught in a few hours.

Indeed, the Protectors had pulled back their troops.

“Incredible!” the Solo Kill King exclaimed, “I thought that plan was too insane to achieve…

I never imagined, in this era when armies generally abandon the Scattered Troops Line, that there would still be ‘one man breaking through thousands’ assassination methods!

That Great Hero is truly a dragon among men, beyond our comprehension!”

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Around noon, a short man carrying a box walked into Pine Eagle City.

This man was naturally Xiang Shan.

He had replaced his prosthetic arms and legs, packed them in a box, making himself look much shorter.

He had disassembled some parts of his motorcycle and buried them outside the city.

His long journey through the Wilderness was ultimately to return here.

By assassinating that officer, he had ensured that Yuki, Solo Kill King, and the others could successfully escape.

Along the way, there were either injured or rookies who really couldn’t afford to fight anymore.

However, this also put him in a heavy encirclement.

For Xiang Shan, fleeing north was no longer feasible.

He no longer had the conditions to engage in large-scale, low-density Iron Dust.

If nothing went wrong, within forty-eight hours at most, the government would start deliberately clearing out the Green Forest.

The reason the Green Forest Men had survived was simply because the government felt that the cost of clearing them out exceeded the damage they could cause.

Green Forest Men were not Jianghu people; although they occasionally attacked the Protectors, they did not engage in planned and purposeful assassinations like Jianghu people.

At most, they attacked Protectors “whenever they felt like it.”

Such bandits rarely caused damage to the Human Gene Bank’s forces.

Plus, given their widespread distribution, the government seldom cleared them out.

But if the Protectors really intended, by mobilizing the army, regardless of the cost, to exterminate one stockade upon encountering it, then clearing the surrounding Green Forest would not be too difficult.

If Amilcare were a bit more ruthless, he might demolish the settlements in the Wilderness and concentrate the civilians in Pine Eagle City for centralized management.

In such a case, any moving object larger than a dog on the Wilderness might attract Heavenly Punishment.

After all, after bandits and civilians stopped wandering the Wilderness, only the uncontrollable Heroes would likely appear there.

For Xiang Shan, the best place to hide himself was Pine Eagle City.

Although still dangerous, it was at least much safer than the Wilderness.

And now, he planned to follow Solo Kill King’s advice and meet Hiroshi Matsushima again.