Chapter 45 The Rebel Army: "Have you seen enough?"
What is going to jail?
Little Yi II curiously poked at the smooth metal surface, and after realizing that it couldn't reach the little figure inside, a hint of disappointment flashed in its eyes.
Du Yu didn't have time to answer him right now; in fact, she was even more disappointed than he was.
She was now so busy that she wished she could split herself into four pieces. The ritual at Church Number Two was definitely not something she was just playing around with. It was just that the other party was in such a closed metal room that she couldn't find out anything.
Adhering to the admirable principle of "since we're already here," Du Yu looked around without success and urged Number Two to raise the glass higher. This coffin-like metal room should have a sensory-suppressing effect; Du Yu now had to get very close to sense his surroundings.
Just as Number Two was about to do as instructed, Du Yu slightly turned his head, his expression shifting: "Wait."
"Sizzle—"
The lights came on, and a dense network of infrared searchlights scanned the area back and forth more than a dozen times. Then, nozzles emerged from the four corners of the ceiling, spraying a potion that could break invisibility.
"Brother Zhu, isn't this a bit too much? It's just an A-level spirit. Even the bishop of the New Sun we captured before wasn't kept this carefully."
Not only infrared and anti-stealth potion, but the team leader then activated six more detection devices. After confirming that none of them showed any abnormalities, the team leader entered the house and opened the door to the inner room.
Despite his confusion, the bald man stood cautiously outside the door, gripping his gun tightly, watching the seemingly ordinary metal block with wary eyes.
"What do you know? Although the clone here is only A-level, the 001 main body requires a lamp-level corrupted object to seal it, and sixteen A-level ability users are needed every month to strengthen the seal. Don't even mention now, doubling the current security measures wouldn't be excessive."
The team leader clearly knew more than his subordinate. Seeing that he was still clueless and unaware of the terrifying nature of the No. 001 sealed artifact, he lowered his voice and explained further:
"Do you know how that bishop who was a bomb-monger was captured last time?"
The team leader had a mysterious expression, as if there was more to the story. The bald man's eyes widened in surprise, and he lowered his voice in cooperation, "Wasn't it Brother Kui who led the arrest? Could he be lying...?"
What are you thinking?
The bald leader glanced disdainfully at the other bald man with an overactive imagination, then stopped keeping him in suspense, "Twenty years ago, the lower city wasn't this peaceful. Forget about arresting a bishop; if you accidentally injured an ordinary believer, you could just wait to die in your home the next day."
"Have you heard of Trak Financial? It's a huge company that can shake the whole city with its farts. It's because the president at the time offended those lunatics at the Ocean Research Center that he didn't even know his daughter had been switched. I heard they only found her recently, and that kid surnamed Gu still refuses to change his surname."
"This...is it that scary?"
The bald man couldn't help but shudder. A lamp-level corrupted being was still too far out of reach for someone like him, a member of the Gentlemen's Guild. But who in the entire City of the Sun hadn't heard of the name Trak Financial? Who hadn't used their products?
Putting aside the distant past, all the credit points circulating in the entire City of the Sun are issued by Trak Financial! If you offend Trak, they can freeze your account for any reason, which could drive someone to suicide.
Even the most powerful conglomerates, the largest corporations, can't do anything about the Ocean Research Center?
The bald man swallowed hard, finding it hard to believe. With only a few minutes left before the KWL-213 superalloy detention chamber opened, the team leader, getting into the swing of things, cleared his throat and continued:
"Ha, you young people who haven't experienced it don't understand. Back then, cultists were ten times more terrifying than you think!"
"The natural heirs they painstakingly produced were all stolen and replaced, and it wasn't discovered until more than twenty years later. Besides banning a few marketing accounts, what else did Trak do? They didn't even dare to expel the orphans they casually stole from the Ocean Research Center; they're still keeping them at home!"
"cocoa……"
The bald man was so shocked by the news that he couldn't speak, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out: "But Brother Tang, didn't you say that cultists aren't as rampant anymore?"
"Little Li, if you want to survive long in the Lower City, remember one thing: an evil god is an evil god, and the Lord of the Pure Sea is the Lord of the Pure Sea. If you encounter those lunatics at the Research Center, I suggest you run as fast as you can."
The team leader seemed to recall some unpleasant experience, shuddered, pointed his chin at the alloy confinement pod, and whispered, "Do you know why the current Cult of Evil Gods doesn't have a Pope? Well, he's the one who did it."
"More than 20 years ago, 001 led the rebels and killed many people from the company in the gray fog. The then police chief was stationed in the lower city but he couldn't catch him. Instead, he killed several of Quark's branches in the lower city."
"hiss."
The bald man gasped. Having guarded this humanoid sealed object for so long, this was the first time he had heard of its "great achievements." To oppose a conglomerate and still survive—this was a formidable figure among formidables in the City of the Sun.
The team leader stared warily at the slowly rotating metal block: "Quark hated the rebels to the core back then, but he just couldn't find an opportunity, and in the end..."
He paused, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and continued, "In the end, for some reason, the rebels clashed with those cults of evil gods. It's said that more than a dozen cults, large and small, were involved. Besides the director of the research center who was searching for the sea in the mist, the chief of [New Sun], the president of [The Society for the End of All Things], and the general director of the then-active [Joyful Orchestra], all these important figures, like the pope, participated in that siege."
The bald man's gaze gradually hardened. Last time, in their attempt to capture the bishop alive, they had all paid a terrible price. He simply couldn't imagine how powerful someone who could become a cult bishop could be.
It's even harder to imagine how 001 managed to escape from such a powerful enemy encirclement.
Seemingly aware of his subordinate's thoughts, Team Leader Tang sneered, "Escape? He killed all three popes! That's why he was captured by Quark's men. Now you know why 001's security measures are so strong, right?"
The bald man looked at the metal block that had been twisted open a crack, swallowed hard, and almost gripped the gun handle with his fingers.
Du Yu used her mental power to poke Little Yi No. 2. At this distance, their whispers were no different from loud talking to them. She teased, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so amazing before?"
Number Two didn't speak, but Du Yu could sense that his mind was filled with doubt and confusion, almost condensed into a single "Me?" Du Yu suspected that he might not have even understood the conversation between the two bald men.
"Hand over what you have!"
The alloy confinement chamber slowly rotated open at the top, creating a gap about half a person's height. The arms, thighs, and calves of the second person were firmly held in place by mechanical arms.
The two bald men were still not at ease. The one who talked the most, holding a gun, gave his subordinate a wink and stared intently at the metal block in the second man's hand. His voice was like a taut bowstring, as if he would shoot if the second man didn't let go.
Baldy nervously reached out to grab it. The team leader's words had given him an extremely terrifying impression of 001. To his surprise, although it felt like he was grabbing a mountain when he first grabbed it, the force disappeared after a moment of stalemate.
Without giving it much thought, the bald man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly retreated behind the team leader, collected the broken alloy into a sample bag, and watched as the gaps in the detention chamber closed and the doors shut tightly. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and leave with the team leader.
"Isn't this just ordinary alloy? I was the one who led the team to move this containment pod back then."
The bald man couldn't help but examine the pieces that had been removed, completely baffled. They had seen 001 remove them on the monitor; what use could these things possibly be?
The team leader rolled his eyes at him. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't! Do you think a chief researcher sent by a big company is just anyone?"
"You say this is just an ordinary metal block, then I have to ask you, 001's spirit has been here for so long, why is there any movement today of all days? And why did they dig out this particular piece from such a large confinement pod?"
"You need to understand that when it comes to evil gods, sealed artifacts, and the gray mist, you can never be too careful! Every year, someone in the guild dies due to negligence!"
Team leader Tang instructed his subordinates, vented his pent-up frustrations about being a father today, handed the sample bag to the experimental assistant robot, and left satisfied.
Du Yu was very satisfied. After leaving that incredibly high-quality confinement pod, her senses were finally able to expand. As the two bald men moved forward, a map of half the base appeared in Du Yu's mind.
Although the map provided by 001 was accurate, it lacked detail. Du Yu gradually filled in the gaps, and the plan in his mind slowly became more complete.
"Dr. Li."
As the robot went deeper, Du Yu felt as if he had returned to the confinement pod. His perception range gradually decreased, and the furthest thing he could perceive was a short-haired woman outside the experimental table, bending over and carefully cutting something.
Du Yu was not discouraged at all. The tighter the restrictions, the more confidential the place was, and the greater the probability of obtaining the Gentlemen's Club's secrets.
"Just leave it there."
The short-haired woman didn't even turn her head, instructing the robot to place the sample on the testing instrument next to her.
Du Yu attached her divine sense to the alloy fragments, carefully examining her surroundings. She didn't understand scientific research or the function of these instruments, but she had her own discoveries.
In Du Yu's perception, the green tumor not far away, and the woman who was carefully dissecting the green tumor, both exuded the same aura as the black corpse oil!
"Wow--"
The silver-white blade sliced through the surface of the tumor, revealing its dense, honeycomb-like structure. Upon contact with air, it emitted a sharp sound like a baby crying.
The short-haired woman remained unmoved. The glass-like eyeball in her right eye socket moved slightly, splitting into numerous smaller, closely connected eyeballs, each turning in a different direction. One of them was facing the tray containing the metal fragments.
The cries grew increasingly shrill, but the woman's hands were so steady they seemed inhuman. She deftly sliced open the surface of the tumor, cutting along the grain until she had cut the head-sized mass of flesh into pieces the size of eyeballs, which she then divided into several mixing cups.
"Buzz—"
As the blade pressed down, several brown granules were combined into a thick paste, which turned a deep black color as it was stirred, and a familiar aroma spread out.
So that's how those black corpse oils are made!
Du Yu suddenly realized what was happening, and saw the short-haired woman turn around, her right eye socket's glass pupils all turning, hundreds of tiny pupils staring in Du Yu's direction:
Have you seen enough?
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The author says: When writing about the blender, all I could think about was the "whoosh" sound of blending into a paste, and after repeating that image for ages, I stubbornly stuck to the "buzz" sound.
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