Give me the address.
Chen Mo paused for a moment, then continued, "[Also, stop with those useless flattering words. If you do a good job, you'll live. If you don't, praising me like God won't help.]"
Inside the Hellfire Club.
Emma Frost sat in the Black King's original spot, her back already soaked with cold sweat.
Yes, Master.
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that what she said seemed like a pointless statement, so she quickly sent over the information she had prepared in advance.
The club intercepted three transport records; the first two were just transit routes, and the third revealed the final destination. The coordinates are southwest of Hamburg, 47 kilometers from the city center.
A map of the mining area appeared directly in Chen Mo's mind through their mental connection.
The map marks more than a dozen abandoned mine tunnels, as well as two railways that have been deliberately erased.
Experimental materials are delivered there every seven days. The most recent shipment arrived last night, and it seems they haven't had time to move them yet.
[You were useful this time.]
Chen Mo said calmly, "[Continue looking for Xiao. Next time you contact me, I hope you won't say there's no news for now.]"
The emotional connection was then severed.
Emma Frost sat there, maintaining an upright posture, without moving for a long time.
After confirming that Chen Mo had left, she slowly exhaled and raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.
Outside the door, a club member cautiously knocked.
" White Queen, shall the meeting continue?"
Emma Frost leaned back in her chair, reverting to her usual aloofness.
"Let them in."
At least today, she doesn't have to die.
In the ruins of Kyiv.
Chen Mo checked the coordinates again.
Abandoned mining area near Hamburg, Germany.
The distance wasn't short, but for him now, thousands of kilometers and a few steps made little difference.
Dark red smoke rose from his feet and quickly covered his entire body.
The next second, Chen Mo disappeared from the spot.
Hamburg, Germany.
A wisp of dark red smoke dissipated in the sky.
Chen Mo was suspended a thousand meters above the ground, looking down at his feet.
Under a gloomy sky, a long-abandoned mining area sits nestled in the mountains.
The rusted tracks wind through the weeds, stretching all the way to the collapsed mine shaft. Several abandoned mine carts lie overturned by the roadside, their interiors filled with rainwater, and nearby are a few dilapidated warehouses.
There were no guards in sight, nor any signs of vehicles.
No matter which direction you look from, this place is just a wasteland that no one wants to approach; they don't even bother to turn on a light.
"Abandoned mine shafts, dilapidated warehouses, and a few overgrown railway tracks."
Chen Mo stroked his chin.
Did they use the same blueprint when choosing the locations for these secret bases?
However, generally speaking, the more dilapidated the exterior, the more things are hidden underneath.
Chen Mo released his mental power.
An invisible force passed through the ground, descending along the abandoned mine tunnel, and soon came into contact with a thick metal structure.
Below the mining area, the entire mountain has been almost completely hollowed out.
Hundreds of rooms are spread out at different depths, with enclosed passageways connecting laboratories, cells, warehouses, and soldiers' rest areas. Several large elevators are hidden beneath the warehouses, leading down shafts into the ground.
There was no one on the outside because the guards were all underground.
On the top level alone, Chen Mo sensed more than two hundred German soldiers and more than thirty cyborgs with weaker energy responses.
Further down is the experimental area.
The rows of prison cells were filled with people.
Among them were prisoners of war and civilians captured from nearby areas; most of them wore tattered clothes with yellow markings sewn onto their chests.
Some cells were crammed with hundreds of people, with not even a place to sit.
In the corridor, several researchers were checking the numbers on a list one by one.
The soldiers opened the iron gate and dragged out more than a dozen people.
Those chosen had no idea what was going to happen; they could only walk forward under the gun barrels. Anyone who tried to stop was immediately knocked down by the butt of a rifle and then dragged away by the soldiers behind them.
A row of metal beds was placed in the laboratory.
The dark red liquid was filled into a syringe and injected into the experimental subject through the needle.
The first person only lasted a dozen seconds before their heart stopped beating.
The second person's body swelled up, his bones broke one after another, and he soon became still.
The experimenters did not react; they simply wrote down the results on the record sheet and then waved for someone to drag the body away.
The third, the fourth, the fifth.
The metal bed was soon empty again.
Another group of test subjects were then brought into the room.
Chen Mo continued his investigation and soon found the relevant records in an archive room.
Since its establishment, this experimental field has consumed more than 200,000 people.
Fewer than ninety survived to complete the initial modification, and most of them could only reach the Tank Class. Currently, only six people are above the Tank Class.
On average, several thousand people have to die before a barely usable finished product can be left behind.
"With such a low success rate, they dare to claim they've mastered the complete technology?"
Chen Mo shook his head.
Given the adaptability of the Blacklight Virus, these failures may not be entirely without value. It's just that the Germany couldn't control the modification process and could only keep experimenting at the cost of human lives.
He continued searching deeper, following the energy reaction.
Soon, a segregated area caught his attention.
It was located more than 700 meters underground, surrounded by thick layers of metal. The only entrance was guarded by two teams of cyborgs, and the passageway was also filled with a large amount of explosives.
In the center of the area is a stone chamber.
A black stone tablet, over three meters tall, stands in the room, its surface covered with densely packed ancient characters. Several instruments are placed around the tablet, and a dozen researchers are recording data.
Next to it is an archive room.
Chen Mo scanned the entire area with his mental power but found no trace of the so-called Blood of Woden.
There aren't even three portions, let alone the containers that once held it.
"The intelligence is outdated?"
Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.
The stone tablet is still there, and the cyborgs responsible for guarding this place are still here; the Blood of Woden could not have simply vanished into thin air.
It has either already been taken or sent elsewhere.
The answer should be in the archives.
Dark red smoke rose from the ground.
Before the patrolling soldiers could even see what was happening, Chen Mo was already standing in the center of the archives room.
Two officers were sitting in the room.
The two saw Chen Mo suddenly appear in the center of the room, and before they could call for help, they were turned into a pile of people.
Chen Mo didn't even bother to glance at them; his gaze fell on the table, where the ink on a document wasn't completely dry.
The cover displays the latest shipping information.
"Excellent, this information is definitely still relevant."
Chen Mo reached out and pressed down on the document, casually flipping to the first page.
At the same time, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
A dozen soldiers rushed into the corridor with guns at the ready, just as the alarm lights on the wall came on.
The next second, no gunshot rang out.
All the soldiers in the corridor exploded at the same time, turning into clumps of minced meat plastered on the walls.