Chapter 702 69. The old leader has no children, so it should be okay for his legacy to be inherited by reliable subordinates, right?
When you first arrive in a strange world, you have no map, you have to evade the pursuit of a powerful organization, and you also have to find a new grave of an old friend as quickly as possible. This sounds like a hellish task.
But it’s not difficult for a pioneer master like Mason.
Collecting information is the basic skill of their profession, and as long as the means of information collection are high enough, it will be a matter of minutes to find a high-ranking dead person in the entire world.
"Pa"
The lock on the back door of the grassroots management organization in the small city near the landing coast was easily opened. Mason took back the dwarf saber used to open the lock, pushed the door open, walked in, and whistled back.
Harley and Quinn, who were watching him outside, immediately changed their positions. The cuties, who had already changed into ordinary people's clothes, wandered the streets with their dogs, guarding the evacuation of Mr. K who was about to conduct a sneak spy. The road, and the invisibility cloak that had not appeared for a long time was draped on his body, allowing Mason to enter into hiding when he slipped into this management agency.
Speaking of invisibility cloaks.
This thing is the equipment I got for my first adventure, but its practicality is still good even in this late stage.
Especially after the inscriptionist and enchanter added new enchantments and inscriptions to the cloak, which greatly weakened the unstable effect of active invisibility breaking and strengthened its breath blocking and magic defense, Mason was able to wander around wearing the cloak again. .
He quietly walked into the Municipal Administration Bureau of this small city, which was obviously the grassroots ruling node of the Council in this world.
As soon as I slipped in, I saw a large council logo printed on the wall. The staff in formal clothes were not much different from the daily work of official structures in other worlds.
But maybe because the situation is not stable, there are still guards arranged in important areas here, but it is completely unrealistic to expect that these combatants who have only been strengthened at the junior level can stop the captain.
He slipped into the communications room here very easily, added a little spice to the attendant's coffee so that he fell asleep quickly, and then used his fingerprints and permissions to enter the council's office network.
It only took him a few dozen seconds to obtain information including the official headquarters address of the Council, contact information, the organizational structure of this world, and standing defense forces. However, these alone were not enough. He also needed to continue to delve deeper. dig.
Next, it's time to hack into the council's database to find more information.
Although he is not a hacker, with Barbara's words and deeds by his side, Mason has a certain technical reserve in this area, and he does not need to do such small things personally.
The captain pulled out a data cable from his watch and connected it to the main network node. When the data transfer module was activated, he said:
"Mobius, do me a favor."
"The invasion has begun, please wait."
The electronic sound of the mechanical chair was kept at a whisper. As the light on the watch jumped, the intrusion progress and decrypted important files were projected on the data terminal in front of him.
But soon, the mechanical chair gave a warning:
"The council's important databases are all equipped with security protocols. Judging from the data signals, they should be connected to the Skynet center. Under the principles of covert operations, too much information cannot be mined through such a low-privilege node, otherwise it will alarm the inspection program."
“As expected.”
Mason nodded and said:
"Then don't dig up the database, connect to the arbitral tribunal's network channel in the main network and look for the monitoring program.
Based on what I know about Fury, he will definitely secretly monitor senior members of the Council, and I don't think he will hand over this data to his artificial intelligence for storage.
This is how spies operate. People who cannot trust anyone but want to control the situation will always have paranoia of being persecuted. ”
Under Mason's instructions, Mobius immediately changed the search mode. After waiting for thirty seconds, it answered:
"Found it! A collection program hidden in the main network's information duct. As you expected, this data network is directly connected to the arbitration tribunal. It is listed separately and does not accept Skynet's data protection, but the information has been deleted. A lot, and the last time it was enabled was seven days ago.”
"Copy data."
Mason glanced at the time and said:
"Take it back and analyze it slowly. By the way, help me and the little cuties register an official identity that will not be suspected in the main website. Book a private plane and fly directly to the city where the council headquarters is located in 20 minutes."
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"Please wait."
Mobius buzzed, and ten seconds later it responded:
"Your special plane is already waiting at the local airport. Your Excellency, the Governor's Special Envoy from XUT-78 Garden World, Marlene Frost. You will take your two Mrs. Frost to the Council Headquarters to attend the World Regular Meeting tomorrow and stay. The office is located in the envoy’s residence three blocks away from the headquarters.”
"Thank you, Your Excellency Assistant Special Envoy."
Mason replied politely, unplugged the data cable and cleaned up all traces of himself. Before leaving, he patted the communication room staff member who was sleeping soundly on the table.
Twenty-five minutes later, on the private aircraft that took off, Mason, sitting by the window, had already begun analyzing the surveillance data he had obtained.
As he expected, the bastard Old A had been monitoring the top brass of the council, but the captain didn't care about information that was too personal.
He just called up the movement tracks of these high-level personnel in the past few days and sketched them out on the electronic map at hand. It only took him a few minutes to find the information he needed.
"Early this morning, two-thirds of all the people monitored appeared at the same location at the same time, and this was a cemetery outside the city.
So, it should be a memorial service for an important person.
The final destination of Old A is here!
Three feet of loess buries all ambitions, and a cold tombstone commemorates a lifetime of honor and disgrace. Oh, may Mother Earth forgive your folly. ”
Mason projected the map in front of his eyes and enlarged it. He clicked on the intersection of the tree root lines and set the destination like a navigation. The Mobius chair sitting under his buttocks planned it for Mason very professionally. Find the best route.
"Are you really going there, sweetheart."
Harry, who was behind Mason and giving the little cutie a squeeze on his back, said worriedly:
"I suspect that those bad guys must have laid all kinds of tricks there. Maybe there is a trap there, and the evil bastard Doom is waiting for you to fall into the trap.
I can guess that a person with such a sense of ritual like you would not miss paying homage to old A. ”
"If they have the spare time to prepare a trap that will most likely not be used for outsiders who don't know when they will appear, then I can only say that these guys are too busy."
Mason curled his lips, picked up the tea that Quinn had brewed, and said:
"In this current situation, all their energy and resources should be used to save themselves, which is the terminal star plan. Every minute and every second is very important to them.
We'll be fine, trust me.
And confirming whether Old A is really dead is of great significance to me and other people in Quint. Mobius, is there any news about Doom's search? ”
He took a sip of tea and asked, and the mechanical chair replied:
"No, except for some rumors that don't require attention, no valuable information related to God Lord Doom has been retrieved in the network of this world.
Their network here is managed by Skynet Central, and there is obvious information filtering.
Not just Doom, there's also very little high-level information about the Hope Council, but this unit has found other information that First Riders might be interested in, like this one. ”
The Möbius chair projected some extracted information briefings before Mason and Harley's eyes, communications plucked from the Council's internal network.
After a few glances, Mason sat up straight. He stared at the information briefing scrolling in front of him, rubbed his chin and said:
"There are also 'resistance forces' here? And they started to be active on a large scale half a month ago. At that time, it was the end of the fourth impact. It seems that our integration plan not only inspired those fringe world resistance directors Yes, the news of victory has also destabilized the core area of this organization.
Gee, to be able to do so many tricks under the nose of the Arbitration Tribunal, it seems that the resistance here has some skills.
But this may also be because after the fourth impact, all of Lao A's attention was attracted to me, which prevented these secretly brewing resistance activities from being suppressed immediately.
This is a good thing.
Mark it, Mobius.
Put them as a backup plan, maybe we can get some intelligence help from them. By the way, where are my brothers now? ”
He asked, and the next moment the projection in front of him switched to world map mode, and nine red dots were marked, which almost made the tea in Mason's mouth spit out.
Good guy!
They had been separated for less than an hour, and the collectors who had traveled farthest had already wandered into East Africa? How fast are your legs and feet? Is this the displacement speed obtained through daily mining and herb collecting?
It's so scary.
"It seems that Sweetheart really doesn't intend to cause a devastating event in this world. Harley and I even brought a lot of large explosives."
Quinn walked up to Mason. She took out an alloy shovel from her bag, put it in her hand, put her hands on her hips and said:
"So we have to dig a grave next?"
"Be polite, that's called tomb robbing!"
Harley corrected seriously:
"This is the first time we have done this kind of work. As the pioneers of the Stars Association, basic operations such as tomb robbing and treasure hunting can only be carried out after the Stars Association has been disbanded. Ah, we are really unqualified pioneers. ”
"Remember to be gentle later."
Mason glanced at his two little cuties and said:
"Although Old A is a bastard, after all, death is the most important thing."
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"Bang"
The sharp shovel head broke through the newly buried soil and hit the coffin. Quinn, who was wielding the shovel, blinked and turned to whistle at Mason, who was standing at the tombstone in front of him with his head bowed in mourning.
It was already eight hours after they entered this world when darkness fell.
Although you can come in advance, tomb robbing is still a matter of doing it at night.
At this moment, Harley even took the dog to pretend to be running at night to cover the actions of Quinn and Mason, but this little cutie's thinking is really different from ordinary people. Your disguise is a bit too bad, isn't it?
Have you ever seen anyone who can walk their dog to the cemetery?
Mason jumped down into the grave dug by Quinn, reached out and put two small devices into the nailed coffin. A second after the micro-hydraulic was activated, the ebony coffin was pushed open, revealing the man lying on the bed. Among them, the old A.
His body had obviously been restrained.
The skull that was completely opened by the bullet was sewn back. He was wearing the official uniform of the council and the iconic eye patch on his face, as if he had fallen asleep.
I don’t know who gave him the restrained body and also put a bouquet of flowers in this guy’s folded hands.
The pistol he used to commit suicide was also placed in the box and fastened to the body.
"No one is buried in the soil. What's more, you died in your hometown in the end. You were much happier than many people. You can rest in peace."
Mason said something, and used an extraction device to take some biological samples from the corpse, and then extracted a little blood and put it into different alchemy containers for static analysis.
The results came back a few minutes later and it was Nick Fury.
Its various biological information characteristics are completely consistent with the samples that Mason secretly collected when he met Old A for the first time in the Afterlife Bar.
Moreover, there are no traces of extraction of thoughts in the remaining tissue of his brain. It can be determined that he did not hide in data or virtual space through thought encoding.
He is really dead.
This result made Mason let out a sigh of relief, and a big stone in his heart quietly fell. He took one last look at Old A and said softly:
"Thank you for your help to us. Although it was only out of profit considerations, Team K would not have been able to reach the end without your protection in the early stage.
It's over between us, asshole. ”
Such a farewell made Mason feel as if he had accomplished something necessary and could finally focus all his energy on the next thing.
But when he was about to jump into the grave pit, the hat on his head suddenly revealed a blurry human face, reminding him:
"There's something on him!"
"Huh?"
Mason turned around in surprise and heard the old hat say quietly:
"All the buttons of his suit are enchanted. It seems to be a system used to defend against attacks, but in fact it should have another purpose.
Collect them together, Mason, and try to combine them. ”
The captain followed the prompts and took off the buttons on Fury's ceremonial uniform, then closed the coffin. While Quinn hummed and restored the graveyard and covered it with soil, Mason stood in front of the tombstone and completed the enchantment on the shining button in his hand. Strip.
After the weak magic dissipated, these metal objects quickly changed their shapes, like building blocks being reassembled. A few minutes later, a combination key appeared in Mason's hand.
He let the key float in the palm of his hand, rubbed his chin and said:
"So it's really strange that he left something behind and didn't intend to let others know about it. It's not surprising that this thoughtful guy has such an arrangement, but the question is who does he want to leave these things to?"
"It seems that he was sure that someone would come to 'open the coffin and conduct an autopsy' after his death."
The hat whispered:
"Of all the people related to him, who has the spare time to open the coffin of an old black man at the risk of being discovered in an absolutely covert operation?
That's it for you, Mason. ”
"Hey."
The captain curled his lips, stretched out his hand to hold the metal key, and said:
"Okay, it's just for me. Now here's a new question. Now that we've got the key, where should we use it? A door or a treasure chest."
"Here's the key to the locker, sweetie."
Harley ran over with the dog. After staring at the key for several seconds, the little cutie tilted her head and said firmly to Mason:
"It's the kind of locker in the old station. I can be sure of this. Mr. J used to have many keys like this to hide some contraband.
Even in Gotham, that kind of place is the safest. No one would pay special attention to the lockers in the station that no one has touched for decades.
Look, it still has a number on it.
No. 2501.
Didn’t you find information on Mobius Chair before?
The Council’s ‘City of Hope’ was built on the old site of New York City, right? So I guess it should be in an abandoned train station or subway station? ”
"You are so smart."
Mason leaned down and nibbled hard on the little cutie's face. When the latter was praised, he puffed up his chest proudly to show that he was very smart.
The three people and three dogs who had just done something bad quickly left the cemetery under the night. An hour later, they returned to the envoy's residence where they were staying, and then Mason took out the things he got from the locker.
A small bag.
There was only one thing inside, an old and torn diary.
Mason frowned and picked it up, looking at the crooked writing on the cover of the diary. Behind him, Quinn read the meaning of this line:
"Rorschach. Diary? What is this?" (End of Chapter)