Chapter 1194: 960: b*tch

Capítulo 1194: Chapter 960: b*tch

“Woman, deceive you? Are you talking about that girl named Ji Ying?” Black’s voice was surprised and urgent, clearly showing that Mu Fan’s sudden words had caused it quite a shock.

This warning should have been its responsibility, but now Mu Fan was the one to discover it first.

This was Black’s dereliction of duty.

“Yes.” Mu Fan closed his eyes, quickly reviewing all the memories of their acquaintance in his mind.

It truly seemed flawless, without any cracks to speak of.

However, he had just clearly caught the conversation of the agent called Number 031.

To capture that girl, an agent numbered 018 died, along with twelve other ordinary agents.

The culprits were just two people who suddenly appeared.

In the fierce confrontation just now, the strength of this agent named 031, without the condition of direct combat, was unexpectedly powerful.

Yet, the agent numbered 018, who was before him, was instantly killed along with another kind of agent.

All they wanted was to capture that girl.

If Mu Fan, after hearing all this, still naively believed it was some random act of chivalry, it would be utterly foolish.

After knowing this information and recalling everything again…

The tracker wasn’t any particular force, but a state machinery.

And in a nation’s capital to evade such a large state machinery, remaining safe and sound to this day…

Then if the other party were just ordinary people, it would be strange indeed.

The most crucial point is…

She even wrote a paper letter that directly drew him into the matter.

Exposed at the right moment, and then the letter was intercepted just right, eventually leading to the fate of him being brought here.

Heh heh.

Mu Fan never thought he would encounter such a scheming woman in his life.

If it weren’t for 031’s recent call, he might have been concerned about her right up until his own demise.

“This is the Capital Star… a place where even you have to be cautious when infiltrating, a capital that hasn’t known chaos for a hundred years, and yet someone can evade the sight of these powerful agents and directly strike…”

Mu Fan sneered, muttering to himself, “Black, check the public network records. How many times has something like this happened on the Capital Star? I bet not many…”

“The record for the last twenty years is… zero.” Black answered accurately, a feeling known as anger beginning to arise in its emotional logic database within the virtual space.

Against the backdrop of big data, the events around Ji Ying became particularly conspicuous.

“Yes, if this happened within a force like Solomon or the Blood Teeth Team, it would be normal. But when it happens to a girl, is that still normal?”

“Black, the feeling of being deceived is really unpleasant.”

Mu Fan sat alone in this enormous room, speaking to himself.

“That… little b*tch…” Black’s voice carried deep resentment, “dared to deceive me!”

That last sentence was already tinged with deep anger.

“You still can’t infiltrate the city-wide surveillance system on a large scale, right?”

“Correct, the previous infiltration of the Holy Unicorn has already caused both Dawn Academy and the Capital Star to raise their surveillance levels again. If I attempt it again without adequate hardware support and computational power, my subprogram could likely be caught, which would lead to a… not very good outcome.”

“Then collect all the information about her through the existing channels, focusing on the two assassins just mentioned. This matter cannot just be left as it is.”

“But for now, let’s think about how to get out of here first.”

“But upon closer look, it seems the situation has grown even more mysterious.”

These agents came in the moment after his surgery. Was it because of that letter, or was it unrelated?

This intelligence node is important.

Because this could involve whether there are deeper matters behind the scenes.

Mu Fan pinched the bridge of his nose. In this short moment of contemplation, his already starving body felt a deeper sense of fatigue, and his mind began to drift.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about it.

He needed to replenish his food intake.

After undergoing such a brutal, extractive surgery and then immediately engaging in such an intense battle, the fact that he was still holding on now showed just how tenacious he was.

Mu Fan gave a self-mocking smile.

Black naturally agreed.

However, during this entire process of backward inference, Mu Fan had overlooked an intelligence blind spot.

That is—he still didn’t know what this place, where he was being held, was!

And if he knew, from the moment he obtained that piece of intelligence… he might have had to overturn all previously established plans.

This place is the notorious burial ground of the old world in the entire upper echelons of the Federation—the Luoshan Black Prison.

It is a malformed product of dirty political struggles, a black area where the Federation’s upper echelons incarcerate the losers of power struggles and suppress opposition during ascension.

“Beneath the sunshine, there will always be some darkness.”

This was the famous saying of the previous Federation Prime Minister, Jibanger.

Outside a few circles, it was interpreted as the Prime Minister’s worry about the world’s unstable order.

The truth, however, is extraordinarily ironic.

He was only referring to [Luoshan Black Prison] because when he said it, his old rival in the election was sent here by his own hand.

The statement was nothing more than a casually spoken phrase in an overly contented moment by the Prime Minister.

Clank, the metal door opened.

A large tray was pushed through a square opening on the side.

“Your meal!”

“Eat up.”

With a clang, the tray hit the metal floor, making a clear sound.

A pair of eyes glared fiercely through the ventilation window at Mu Fan, but made no further moves.

The recent gruesome scene with agent 031 was still vivid in mind.

Yet, the background of this guy was truly significant, and before the final charges could be determined, they dared not casually insult him.

But looking down on this kid bowing to grab his meal in front of them was still somewhat comforting.

Mu Fan raised his eyelids to look at the eyes that hadn’t left the window, then at the tray on the ground.

Expressionlessly, he stood up, walked over, and sat cross-legged.

In front of them, he lifted off the stainless-steel cover.

A full basin of nutrient paste, looking like sludge, piled up in a basin larger than a washbasin.

It looked like pig food, utterly unappetizing.

The agent observing this sneered, “Weren’t you hungry? Didn’t you want both lunch and dinner together? Well, here you go, eat up. Unfortunately, the chef is on leave, so we could only pour twenty boxes of yesterday’s nutrition meals together for you.”

On the Capital Star, such nutrition meals were almost extinct.

Even the homeless on the streets wouldn’t opt for it.

It wasn’t easy for them to gather such a basin of nutrition meal; this was often made from leftover scraps for other prisoners’ food, meant for livestock.

Yet, when they brought it over, they intentionally didn’t include any utensils.

Mu Fan looked up at them, reaching down with one hand.

“Tsk, you’re really hungry, huh? But what if it’s poisoned?”

The mocking voice sounded…

Mu Fan’s hand hovered above the ‘food.’