Neural Interface

Cold.

Since Qing Chen became a knight, he hadn't felt this cold in a long time.

The wounds on his body are not so easy to heal. At present, Qing Chen's combat power is probably not even as good as that of an ordinary gene warrior.

On the way, even if Qing Chen wanted to struggle not to leave, any struggle would be futile against an A-rank like Kamiyo Yunhe.

The other party could easily lift him up with one hand. If Qing Chen stopped, the other party would pull on the rope tied to Qing Chen's wrist lock and drag Qing Chen along the ground without any effort.

Kamiyo Yunhe did not take the main road.

The path they took seemed to have been planned in advance.

It precisely cuts its way through the mountains and fields, heading north.

Qing Chen saw the mountain paths, some of which were on cliffs and only wide enough for two or three people to pass through.

Most importantly, these were all paths that people had walked on; Qing Chen could even see signs of plants being trampled or cut down along the way...

This is a route that lumberjacks often take.

Qing Chen knew that the salaries at the Federation production base were very meager, and many people were sent here because they couldn't make a living in the city. They were sent to do large-scale mechanized agricultural work such as planting, logging, harvesting, and raising livestock.

However, some people have lived in the wilderness for generations and have been naturalized by the Federation as agricultural producers in the production base.

These people have their own ways of making money; they go into the mountains to pick herbs and cherish plants.

The two main trading partners of the Revenant Hunter are the Wilderness People and agricultural producers.

To some extent, a large portion of wilderness hunters are not actually skilled hunters; they are more like middlemen.

The mountain path must have been made by these people.

It is very secretive.

"So, the spies of the Age of Gods have infiltrated every corner of the southern Federation. They disguise themselves as agricultural producers in the production bases, searching for trails that can be traversed through the mountains, waiting to be used in times of war," Qing Chen said breathlessly.

His clothes weren't warm enough, and his shoes didn't fit properly. Cold wind was blowing in, and the snow that fell in would melt into water, which was then extremely cold.

Kamiyo Yunhe, holding the hemp rope, calmly replied, "When it comes to the ability to plant informants, the Qing family is second to none among the five major conglomerates of the Federation. Your ancestors placed great emphasis on intelligence capabilities, which is why the Shadow's power is so great. So, for you, a member of the Qing family, to accuse the Kamishiro Corporation of meticulously infiltrating the South, isn't that a bit ridiculous... Oh, you are Time Walker, so you may not be very familiar with the Qing family's foundation. Perhaps, you will never have the chance to learn about it in the future."

Kamiyo Yunhe continued, "Do you know why Qing Mu was arrested back then? He used the alias Chen Cang and infiltrated the Kamishiro Corporation for seven years, developing a vast intelligence network. What's most admirable is that he even managed to turn Kamishiro Ungoku's secretary against him. I was in charge of his interrogation for a year back then, before he became the person he is now."

Qing Chen looked at the other party coldly, but he never expected that the person who arrested him had interrogated Qing Mu before.

As they spoke, when Kamiyo Yunhe mentioned Qing Mu, there was admiration in his tone.

However, the more the other party acted this way, the more Qing Chen felt that this nation was hypocritical.

Kamiyo Yunhe walked along the mountain path, forcibly holding onto the hemp rope. He calmly said, "You don't need to look at me like that. We are enemies to begin with. It is only right that you suffer whatever you are in our hands."

Just then, Kamiyo Yunhe a step forward, more than ten meters away. Qing Chen, who was behind him, was pulled by the rope and fell to the ground, being dragged a long way.

The ill-fitting shoes were also scattered on the ground.

Kamiyo Yunhe didn't give Qing Chen a chance to put on his shoes and continued walking quickly forward. Qing Chen could barely struggle to get up and followed behind barefoot.

The snow underfoot felt like knives, piercing my bones and skin.

Kamiyo Yunhe said, "Beg for mercy, and I'll let you put on your shoes."

Qing Chen calmly followed, stepping one foot at a time on the mountain path.

The other party wanted to break his will along the way, but Qing Chen felt that this was a journey of cultivation.

Even as his feet turned blue from the cold, he didn't utter a single word of begging for mercy.

"I need to use the restroom," Qing Chen said.

Kamiyo Yunhe glanced at him, but suddenly agreed in a very humane way.

Qing Chen squatted on the ground and relieved himself for a long time. After he finished, he wiped himself clean with the decaying leaves in the snow and immediately covered the excrement with snow.

Upon seeing this, Kamiyo Yunhe immediately went over, used a branch to clear away the snow, and checked the excrement for any Forbidden Item.

But to his disappointment, there was nothing inside.

Qing Chen laughed from the side. Although laughing aggravated his wounds, he still laughed, "A Rank A expert from the Kamishiro Corporation, searching for things in excrement, I'm afraid it will become a laughing stock if word gets out."

Kamiyo Yunhe looked at him coldly. "It seems you hid the Forbidden Item in that snow forest. No matter, once things calm down, I can send people to search it thoroughly. Forbidden Item have no legs or feet; they can't escape."

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist slightly, and the rope between him and Qing Chen swung rapidly, striking Qing Chen's cheek like a whip and leaving a bloody mark.

However, Kamiyo Yunhe was stunned for a moment, because when Qing Chen was whipped, he didn't even blink and continued to stare at him and smile.

"I advise you to hurry up and get going," Qing Chen said with a smile. "If you don't leave the Central Plains soon, you'll be found."

Kamiyo Yunhe gave the boy a deep look, then turned and dragged Qing Chen up the mountain path. He even deliberately walked faster, dragging Qing Chen along the path for a full three kilometers before slowing down in front of a narrow path with a cliff.

Qing Chen said, "You're scared."

Kamiyo Yunhe sneered, "What effect do you think a threat from an ant could have?"

Qing Chen said calmly, "You're scared."

After walking for a whole day, it wasn't until evening that Qing Chen finally saw, in the distance, endless farmland stretching out on the plains beyond the mountains, with neat rows of fields set up on the earth.

This place is actually a production base.

All that could be seen was Kamiyo Yunhe leading Qing Chen, who was staggering behind him, towards the production base, heading straight for the farmhouse at the end of the farmland.

The two arrived at the production base. Under the cover of night, Kamiyo Yunhe destroyed the signal base station there, then looked at Qing Chen and said, "Don't try to ask anyone for help, or everyone in the production base will die because of you."

Qing Chen gave the other person a cold look.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Kamiyo Yunhe wasn't surprised and walked straight into the farm.

A middle-aged factory worker, wearing a rubber raincoat and carrying a gun, came out and asked, "Who's there?"

Kamiyo Yunhe pulled out an identification card from his pocket. "CIA agent from the Federal PCA, responsible for pursuing fugitives in the wilderness. I need to stay overnight here and requisition the diesel vehicles from this production base."

The producer hesitated for a moment. "Don't move, throw your identification documents over here!"

Kamiyo Yunhe casually tossed the document out, and it landed right in the producer's hand. The producer glanced at it but didn't find anything wrong with it. However, the producer still said, "Excuse me, please wait a moment. We need to verify the information with our superiors."

As he spoke, he shouted twice into the walkie-talkie, and about a dozen more producers rushed out of the farmhouse, each pointing a gun at Kamiyo Yunhe.

Above the house, two metal Storms had been erected on the roof.

These days, news of Wilderness People raiding production bases is commonplace. Producers are all armed, and if they can't defeat the Wilderness People, their fate will be dire.

When Kamiyo Yunhe saw this scene, he merely raised an eyebrow, but ultimately said nothing.

The producer who went to verify the information returned. "We have no signal here right now, probably because the heavy snow damaged a signal base station. I'll send someone to repair it, and I can only give you the vehicle after I've confirmed your identity."

Kamiyo Yunhe frowned and sneered, "A bunch of lowly commoners dare to point guns at PCA CIA agents? I think you're tired of living."

"I apologize, sir. We are simply following the security regulations for the production site. Please forgive us if we have offended anyone," the producer said sincerely.

Kamiyo Yunhe glanced at the Metal Storm on the roof. Even an A-class wouldn't be idle enough to get entangled with heavy firepower at such close range. If two Metal Storms fired at each other, even an A-class would be injured if it took a hit.

He thought for a moment and said, "Then it shouldn't be a problem for us to go inside and rest to warm up, right? Look, we didn't even bring any guns with us."

The producers exchanged glances, and one of them said, "You can go inside, but don't do anything rash in front of the guns. Keep your hands above your heads where we can see them."

With his hands raised in agreement, Kamiyo Yunhe knew that once inside the building, where the threat of heavy firepower was gone, no matter how many producers there were, they would all die.

He led Qing Chen into the house.

More than ten producers split into two groups, flanking the two people from the front and back as they slowly walked toward the house.

However, the moment Kamiyo Yunhe stepped into the house, the safety gate used to keep out the Wilderness People closed instantly, separating him from Qing Chen behind him.

This temporary fortress, originally intended to protect the producers from the Wilderness People, suddenly became a prison that trapped Kamiyo Yunhe.

Outside the gate, several producers quickly covered Qing Chen as he ran out of the farm.

One of them whispered to Qing Chen, "Commander Qing Chen, we are Mr. Shadow's informants. We received orders to prepare to help you leave."

Qing Chen was taken aback; this rescue was faster than he had imagined.

At that moment, intense gunfire erupted from the closed security door of the building. The gunfire quickly subsided, but heavy bombardment could be heard from the tightly closed security gate.

It seemed that Kamiyo Yunhe was using brute force to break down the door, so much so that the entire three-story building was shaken, causing dirt and dust to fall and the ground to tremble.

Outside, a crowd of people were running out together. Some people took off their boots and gave them to Qing Chen, while others took off their winter coats and draped them over Qing Chen.

A diesel SUV was parked not far from the farmhouse.

One of the producers whispered to Qing Chen, "Sir, they'll take you away. The rest of us will stay behind to delay Kamiyo Yunhe's pursuit. You hurry! Head 30 kilometers north; someone will meet you there again!"

Qing Chen seemed somewhat moved. "You guys..."

Inside, Kamiyo Yunhe both arms like thunder, letting the dust from the roof fall.

Behind him were six armed production workers, silently watching everything.

Five minutes passed, and after thinking for a moment Kamiyo Yunhe said, "It should be about time. Open the door."

The safety gate slowly opened, and everyone walked out of the building.

But the next moment, Kamiyo Yunhe and the others were all stunned.

Of the seven producers outside, five were now lying in the snow, each with a long gash on their neck, blood flowing out like a river.

Kamiyo Yunhe suddenly looked up at Qing Chen and saw that the boy's hands and arms were locked in shackles, but his weak and defeated body was bursting with infinite power.

The boy used his free fingers to grab a producer's collar and quickly moved toward the last producer.

In the instant the two collided, Qing Chen dropped the lifeless producer in his hand and fiercely grabbed the last producer with his arms.

In the struggle, Qing Chen and the producer both fell to the ground.

The producer tried to break free from Qing Chen's grasp, but the boy seemed to be clinging to his neck, sitting in the snow and giving a bitter laugh as he looked at Kamiyo Yunhe: "Your acting... is just too clumsy!"

As he spoke, he tightened his grip with both arms, and the producer's neck snapped with a crack.

The mortally wounded boy looked exceptionally fierce as he fought his way through the snow, yet his smile was exceptionally radiant.

This extremely contradictory and conflicting scene inexplicably shocked the remaining people.

Even with his frail body tormented to this state, he still possesses an unyielding will.

Qing Chen lay panting heavily in the snow, gazing up at the sky. "If you want to keep me alive, and you don't even dare to take the safety off your gun, you'll pay the price."

Kamiyo Yunhe ashen. "Where did you see the problem?"

"Do I even need to look?" Qing Chen replied with a smile. "You planned this route meticulously, went through all that trouble to escape here, only to find yourself completely unprepared and having a gun pointed at you? And those people just now actually claimed to be Shadow's informants... I'd believe them if they were informants for the Kite Falcon, but to say they were Shadow's informants is an insult to Shadow."

"Besides, you're at least an A-level. If I hadn't been injured, I could have squeezed out in time when the safety gate closed. But you just stood there like an idiot waiting for it to close," Qing Chen said with a smile.

Kamiyo Yunhe silently watched the horrific scene unfold before him. He had tormented the boy for so long, yet the boy was still able to remain calm.

Most people would have already grabbed that straw to save them.

He sneered and said to the producers beside him, "Drag him inside and start the neuronal reconnection surgery right now."

Qing Chen calmed down.

It turns out that the other party had gone to great lengths to destroy his will along the way in order to reconnect his neurons here and replace him with someone else.

Even if I am not taken to the north, but rescued, then...

"Qing Chen" is no longer Qing Chen.

"It must have been really difficult for you to transport the equipment to such a remote and impoverished place," Qing Chen sneered.

He had access to materials from the Federal Civil War, which were Qing Zhun; they weren't even in the Intelligence Department One's archives.

The records show that more than a month ago, during the civil war in the Federation, an elite force from the Age of Gods infiltrated the south, but neither the Li Clan nor the Qing Clan could find any trace of these elite forces.

It's likely that the other side had already planned to use neural network connections to replace certain important figures at that time.

There will be another chapter at 11 PM.