My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 412 - 277 Others’ History_2

Chapter 412: Chapter 277 Others’ History_2

"You fight your battles, and I’ll fight mine, who knows, the opposite approach might just yield a surprising effect."

On the other hand, having developed the field of biology over the past 25 years, I find fewer and fewer breathtaking breakthroughs, plus the Night Demon Clan watches closely, ready to pounce...

In ’Meng’s Spring and Autumn Annals’, I have even given up on the mainstream research to focus on studying the virus-blocking chip instead.

It could be said that, under current circumstances, the next 25 years of relevant biology might already be almost stripped bare by me.

To continue sending brothers into this endeavor is to face diminishing returns on valuable discoveries.

This is like running a dungeon in a game, where pioneering the first clear naturally reaps the greatest rewards, as you’re facing untouched land.

The higher your level, the less profitable it becomes to keep grinding the same dungeon.

By contrast, the ’Artificial Intelligence’ dungeon has immense developmental potential, almost a blue ocean for me.

Due to the technological tree of their race, the Night Demon Clan pays it less attention, making it a perfect playground for me to stretch my wings!

Moreover, let’s not forget, the current Zero has only evolved one third.

And in his hand... he still holds the last two ’mathematical challenges’...

With two more evolutions, Zero will become an apocalypse-level demon king.

So, the question arises, what if he evolves just once more?

Hmm! This is a question worth discussing with the brothers...

[Master! The target has been lost!]

"Hmm?" Meng Lang, deep in thought, was startled awake by Zero.

"What’s going on?"

[The target entered a neighborhood called ’Huayang’, which is a rundown area. There are only a few surveillance devices inside, and we can only determine that the target entered a building area between 3 to 9, but cannot continue to track precisely.]

Zero, after all, is not a full Artificial Intelligence, so when a task like this is interrupted, Meng Lang must give the next instructions.

"I see... they’re certainly cautious," Meng Lang pondered for a moment.

"Even if it’s rundown, there’s a network connection. Can you hack into the neighborhood’s network and, through carpet-searching, check computers and mobile devices for data to re-identify the target?"

[Possible! But it will take some time.]

"How long will it need?"

[It depends on luck; if we are fortunate, it may be soon, but if not, it might take more than 6 hours to search the entire area.]

"Forget it, I’m going to sleep first, keep searching at your own pace."

Meng Lang consciously put himself in the category of those with bad luck.

Looking at the time, it was already past one in the morning.

He yawned and muttered, "Staying up late is bad for health," before heading to bed.

A passerby described in ’Stone Records’ with the brief mention of "fugitive assailant".

He is just one of many passersby in Meng Lang’s multifaceted life, hardly worth much attention from someone inundated with a myriad of daily affairs...

...

The door of room 505 in the Huayang District’s building number 9 swung open from the outside.

A balding middle-aged uncle carefully took off his shoes and entered the room.

He then reached to his neck and slowly peeled off a realistically crafted rubber mask...

To reveal a handsome face in his early thirties, with a hint of stubble and a faint scar on the right cheek, emanating a somewhat world-weary charm.

After stowing the mask in his bag, he massaged his slightly stiff face, stepped into the living room, and noticed a sliver of light under the bedroom door.

He frowned slightly, with a touch of helplessness, and pushed the door open.

Greeting him was a girl’s pink cozy bedroom, filled with an assortment of plush toys on a soft bed.

"Xiao Yue, I told you not to wait up for me as I have to work late tonight."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with long black hair quietly sitting and reading a book looked up.

The moment she saw the young man, her smile blossomed, revealing a faint dimple that seemed to warm the entire room with its glow.

"Because, Uncle, you always forget to eat when you work late! Are you hungry? I’ll go warm up the food for you."

"Gurgle~"

The sound of a wheelchair on the wooden floor, particularly jarring in the still of the night...

...

[Name: Ning Shisan

Code Name: Black Cat

Ranked 233rd on the Dark Web Killer List.

Dark Web account: BlackCat Password: NWY0726

Latest mission taken: Assassinate Xu Bolin, the second largest shareholder of the Xu Group, with a reward of 5 Bitcoins. The publisher is ominous.]

The next morning at eight o’clock, Meng Lang was eating breakfast while scrolling through his phone.

But what he was looking at was not the morning news, but the information profile of an assassin.

Just as he had expected, his luck wasn’t very good; it was only while eating breakfast that he barely received the message that Zero had successfully locked onto the target...

Looking at the weathered handsome face on his phone that was filled with stories, Meng Lang knew the man had definitely been wearing make-up the night before.

Had Zero not found encrypted intelligence and data of the assassination of Xu Bolin on the man’s computer, it would have been quite troublesome to locate him.

This Ning Shisan had the façade of an office worker and was currently employed at a large IT company.

But this was just his cover; his true identity was as a Dark Web assassin.

According to records left in his notebook, this assassin with the code name Black Cat would periodically select missions suitable for him based on the conditions, such as the reward amount and the target’s profile.

He usually had three criteria for selecting missions: The first was to only accept assassination contracts in this city, the second was that a single mission’s reward had to be more than 500,000, and the third was he did not kill children.

Looking at his missions, it seemed he began working as an assassin last year, taking up this lucrative job mainly for the money.

Zero’s collection included not only a somewhat detailed personal information profile, but also some photos and data found on his notebook computer and cellphone.

Among them was a group photo of more than ten fully armed soldiers of various ethnicities that looked like a team of foreign mercenaries—with Ning Shisan conspicuously among them.

Ning Shisan appeared much younger in the photo, smiling in a somewhat shy manner.

"Tsk tsk! What a rich history!"

Meng Lang flipped through them one by one and couldn’t help but marvel repeatedly.

The subsequent photos were all of Ning Shisan and his "comrades-in-arms" moving through war zones in commemorative shots.

Based on some of the tattered flags on the battlefields, the places he had been to were truly not peaceful at all.

Afghanistan, Lebanon, Iraq, Syria...

The backgrounds in the photos were mostly mountains of rubble or the ruins of destroyed cities, all carrying the scent of war and gunpowder smoke...

The people in the photos also kept changing.

Some old faces disappeared, new ones joined, silently telling the cruel tale of war.

In the end, Meng Lang’s gaze rested on the last photo.

It was a picture of Ning Shisan with a girl.

Ning Shisan was wearing a white shirt, his smile a bit stiff.

The girl sitting beside him in a wheelchair had a serene smile and looked at Ning Shisan as if filled with reliance.

If the previous photos were of burdensome treks, this one alone may well represent peaceful times...

"Alas," Meng Lang sighed.

Who would have thought that a minor character from his book would have such a rich and colorful life experience?

In this world, everyone writes their own history.

But such histories often lack attentive readers.

We generally don’t have the time to read others’ histories.

And even when we do, we read in such haste...

He put down his phone, feeling a bit curious about this assassin called Ning Shisan, while a vague idea formed in his mind.

As he unearthed more and more, many things became increasingly dangerous.

Like rescuing the soldier Chu Tian or getting close to gather intelligence on Zhao Ge...

As he pondered, he began packing his belongings.

By twelve noon.

He opened the door to the study on time, then locked it behind him...

Stone Records!

On the plain white cover, the title was outlined in rough strokes without illustrations, offering no useful information at all.

Meng Lang slowly turned the pages.

[Life is like a business trip, and upon your return, you write a report on the trip...]