Chapter 317 Intrusion

   "Barton."

  Dean walked up to Barton with a concerned expression on his face: "Are you okay?"

  Barton looked at Dean with slack eyes, and after a few seconds of dullness, he said with difficulty: "Uh, uh, uh."

  Perhaps because of being hypnotized by Dean, the process of mutation was interrupted.

Barton's current situation is much friendlier than that of his previous team. Although his IQ has dropped significantly and his reaction is slow, he can still respond to external movements and still retain a certain amount of cognition, which seems to be lost. language ability.

  In addition, in terms of appearance, Barton's eyes have changed the most.

The whites of his eyes have grown quite a bit, filled with scattered bloodshot eyes, and the pupils are squeezed by the whites of the eyes, making them almost invisible. This means that Barton's perception of light will be poor now, and the most agile eyes have shrunk. a lot of.

  In general, it presents a penetrating appearance with big whites and small eyes.

besides.

   Barton's other parts of the body did not show symptoms of congestion, so compared with before, there was not much change.

   This made Dean a little disappointed.

  He was a little worried that Barton would not necessarily let himself go as usual.

   But still have to guide to try.

   "Aaah!"

  Because Barton couldn't make a sound, he touched his throat a little maniacally, and kept making ahhhh sounds like a dumb man speaking.

   "Patton.."

   "Ah?"

  Barton stopped and looked at Dean with his terrifying eyes again.

  Dean tried his best to use a gentle voice, snapped his fingers slowly, and called softly: "Barton. Do you remember our chat before, Barton?"

  When Button showed signs of losing control.

   He took the opportunity of chatting with Barton alone, and using the sound of snapping his fingers, implanted the monitoring information (Chapter 314) in Barton's already dull brain!

  Dean didn't know whether Barton's appearance would be affected.

  He can only try.

   If it doesn't work.

  Then we can only continue to wait for other opportunities.

   Accompanied by a rhythmic snap of the fingers.

  Some broken memory images surfaced in Barton's little remaining consciousness from a distorted perspective.

   That was him and Dean, the chat before.

  Patton showed a painful expression on his sluggish face.

   What did they say?

**** it!

  Why can't I remember anything!

  The shattered memories became more and more fragmented, and finally only the quiet but rhythmic snapping of fingers remained.

  Under the rhythm of the snapping fingers, those broken memories were reassembled, and finally turned into a repeated word: "Monitoring! Monitoring! Monitoring!"

  In his mind, there seemed to be a voice that kept reappearing: "Monitoring!"

   "Aaah!"

  Barton knelt on the deck in some pain, hugged his head, and wailed in a low voice. At the same time, his originally strong body began to swell with blood.

  Boom~

  He shot violently and slammed it **** the steel deck, making a dull, muffled sound.

   Kaxiu, who was on the side, watched as Barton's hideous arm with bulging veins hit his head, and tears rolled down his face uncontrollably.

   It's scary!

   Just when he was about to lose control of his bladder.

  The increasingly horrifying figure slowly stood up from the ground, stepped over Kaxiu's body, and then continued to accelerate, like a stimulated wild boar, rushing madly towards a surveillance camera outside the cabin.

   "Ah!"

Just as he was about to hit the cabin, Barton let out a roar. His thick calf was covered with veins, and he jumped up with all his strength, like a cannonball, across a terrifying distance of seven or eight meters. His hands were vicious. Grabbing the surveillance camera, with inertia, he pulled hard.

  Tear~

  Strong surveillance cameras, along with a string of connected wires, are ripped from the hull.

next moment.

   There was a bang.

  Barton was still in the air, with flames shining on his neck, blasting out a cloud of blood mist, which abruptly blasted the head and body of Barton, who had turned into a beast, into two pieces, splashing the blood all over the ground.

  He used his life to verify the fate of the foul.

   "FK!"

  Dean cursed pretendingly, and rushed over with the opportunity,

  Running process.

  His fingertips appeared at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and a metal object the size of an ordinary bee appeared. When it was close to Barton's stump, it forcibly pressed into the network wire hanging in mid-air and connected to the camera.

  When metal and network wires are in contact.

An untraceable stream of data was integrated into the electronic network band on the ship, and with the transmission of the electronic network band, it came to a satellite above the head, and with the transmission of the satellite band, it broke away from those data streams and spread to other satellite, finally arrived at a manor in Los Angeles after repeated transfers.

  Dididi~

  Little Mike turned off the reminder sound from the wheelchair, controlled the smart wheelchair, entered the elevator, came to his laboratory, and then tapped quickly with both hands in front of a large-screen computer.

   "Interesting band frequencies."

  Little Mike praised blankly, then hacked into the back door of several satellites, modified the operating procedures, and switched frequencies.

  The network frequency is broken.

  The so-called closed network section means that there is no shell to protect itself.

next moment.

   Red dots appeared in front of Little Mike's computer screen.

  These are the network signals of all Lucifer organizations!

  Next.

   Just break through the other party's firewall.

  Little Mike can modify and intercept the information data hidden in those network signals at will, and even counter-invade the monitoring of the other party's base, stealing all kinds of locked information, like entering a no-man's land.

   For these.

  Little Mike has done it countless times, and he is already familiar with it.

   Accompanied by his hands tapping.

soon.

  The picture of a certain cruise ship appeared on the computer screen in front of Little Mike.

   screen.

  A familiar figure stood in front of a pile of flesh and blood with a lonely expression.

   "Dean, subject No. 37."

  Little Mike looked at the label on the data, followed this information, and began to search for related information in Lucifer.

  Experiment No. 37

  Neural sensing device

  Electronic remote control bomb

  Hormones triggering agent.

kindness?

  Little Mike's eyes lit up.

   It seems that there are unexpected gains.

  He tapped a few times randomly, fabricated a virtual feedback, and replaced the right to control the neck collar of No. 37 subject, picked up a microphone, and said in a cold voice: "Dean."

  Dean stood in front of Barton's body, pretending to look at it for a while, and then walked back with a solemn expression.

  He began to think about his operation just now, whether he made a mistake.

  Signal invader.

   At the moment of contact, he used the magic of the subspace to take it back, and with the cover of his body, Lucifer should have no time to find it.

   And he has been energizing the enveloping power of the Warp.

  Once there is a danger perception.

  Dean can instantly cut off the connection between those inside and outside the body and the outside world, and avoid dying from the electronic bomb on his neck.

   This is also the reason why he allowed the other party to install an electronic collar on his neck before.

   But for now.

  The people in the Lucifer organization didn't seem to notice their little tricks.

  The movement made by Barton attracted the attention of Black Widow and others.

  But they just glanced at it and stopped paying attention to Dean.

  The people on the side of the freighter are rowing a boat, approaching the cruise ship.

  They just want to get food and survive first.

  Dean glanced at Kaxiu who was wriggling on the deck, thinking about how to take out the satellite phone from the space next, and get in touch with Little Mike.

at this time.

  A familiar voice came from the collar around his neck: "Dean."

  Dean was taken aback by Little Mike's voice.

  He pursed his lips, his abdominal cavity squirmed, and made a distorted voice: "Little Mike, have you successfully invaded?"

   "Yes, Dean, you didn't open your mouth, why can you make a sound?"

   "This is ventriloquism, a little trick." Dean stretched his waist and sat on the ground.

   "It's an interesting technique, but I use a false picture to shield the surveillance around you and the nerve sensors in your body, so you don't have to worry about being seen by those observers when you open your mouth."

  Hearing this, Dean was overjoyed.

  Little Mike, awesome!

   This guy is simply a mutant in the human population, so terrifying!

   Dean really relaxes.

  He twisted his head, rubbed his fists and said, "The observers you are talking about are those researchers of Lucifer?"

"Yes."

While continuing to break through various encrypted messages from the Lucifer organization base, Little Mike replied: "They should be researching a drug about hormones. You and the people on that freighter are the subjects of this experiment. By the way, I just hacked into the surrounding satellites and found that you are on the cruise ship, and there is a CIA agent."

  Hearing this, Dean raised his eyebrows: "You mean the woman with the spider tattoo on her face?"

   "Yes, there are constant signals transmitted from her body to the satellite passing above your heads. I checked it casually and found that it is a group of CIA agents who are also paying attention to the Lucifer organization. They..."

  Suddenly, Mike's voice disappeared.

  Dean's expression changed slightly.

   Damn, it's not that Little Mike suddenly fell ill!

  He also hopes that Little Mike will tell himself the location of the small island base organized by Lucifer!

   Conduct this inhumane experiment.

  Dean believes that the base of the Lucifer organization is definitely not too far from the cruise ship he is on, because only in this way can the occurrence of accidents be reduced!

   But this is based on the fact that Mike is fine!

   Once Little Mike really went wrong.

  Then, not only will it be difficult to continue my follow-up plan, but the matter of Little Mike's intrusion will definitely be exposed, and by then, things will definitely turn into a mess.

   "Huh!"

  Dean let out a mouthful of foul air and whispered to Little Mike.

Los Angeles.

  Little Mike stared blankly at all the information he had consulted, pulling down and replaying it over and over again. The torrent of data that ordinary people couldn't even see clearly, in his eyes, seemed to be characters imprinted in his mind one by one.

   After just a few seconds, I checked it twice.

No!

  Among all the intrusion data, there is no detailed prescription for hormone triggering drugs!

  He removed the data, tapped the microphone, and his voice had a rare fluctuation: "Dean, I hope you can do me a favor."

  Hearing Little Mike's voice sounded again, Dean breathed a sigh of relief: "Say it!"

   "Lucifer's base is just over a hundred nautical miles north of where you are. I hope that after the intervention of the official forces, you can find an opportunity to help me go to that base and get the formula for the hormone stimulating agent."

   In Little Mike's calculations.

  In this operation, Dean probably wanted to use official power to attack the Lucifer organization.

  So he just hopes that Dean will follow up and help him get what he needs.

  On a cruise ship.

  Dean narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing the address given by Little Mike.

  He licked his lips and said seriously: "Yes, but I want you to do one thing, find a way to attack the base of the Lucifer organization, and break the control of the cruise ship and the freighter!"

  This farce can be over!

  (end of this chapter)