Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 892 Graffiti
Although the content was only a dozen or so sentences, the amount of information contained in each sentence was explosive...After listening to it, the ghost owl kept its mouth slightly open and the expression on its face was frozen.
"In other words... the undead crew wanted to seize Yaguna Tor, so they sent the black fleet to attack us?" asked the Ghost Owl.
"That should be the case... After all, the threat posed by this thing is too great. After they found out that Ke Lan is not on the same side as them, they naturally wouldn't trust others with such an important thing." The Hound continued, "So now you understand why we are considered 'traitors', right?"
"But... I still don't understand why the Undead Crew would do all this. What is their purpose?" Ghost Owl said puzzledly, "In essence, what they do is no different from the heretical sects... If they continue like this, the Ark and humanity will be destroyed in their hands sooner or later."
Not only did he tell Ghost Owl about the meeting with the undead crew, but he also told him the secret hounds of the β-type replicants. The only thing that was still hidden from him was probably Ke Lan's true identity.
"Who knows? Maybe they have lived too long and their brains are not normal." The Hound shrugged. "Anyway, in my opinion, all the guys in this Undead Crew are crazy."
"Let's get down to business," Chi Hanfeng patted the table, "Advance or retreat, old dog, you decide."
"...Ke Lan said that he was targeted by the fusion creature after he entered the Abyss Hatchery. As long as we don't get close to that place, we should be fine." The Hound kept smacking his lips. "But none of us knows the monster's perception ability. Maybe Ke Lan was discovered by the monster when he was close to the underwater city. The monster has not moved in fact It is waiting for an opportunity... After all, Ke Lan also mentioned that the thing is not only intelligent, but also has a bad taste in playing with its prey."
"If you say so, that guy might be looking at us right now." Chi Hanfeng said. The pencil in his hand did not stop, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.
"I choose to go in." The ghost owl's voice was trembling slightly. "There's nowhere to retreat. Besides, if we've been discovered, that thing probably won't let us leave, right? We might as well give it a try..."
"It's really rare to hear the ghost owl, who is known for his stability in the hunter circle, say something like this." The hound said with a wry laugh.
“Don’t mention it…hiss…” Ghost Owl waved his hands, but took a breath of cold air because he accidentally touched the wound. “These are all titles imposed by others. I know very well what I am capable of…”
"Then let's move forward. There will always be a way out when we reach the mountain... Anyway, we have all died several times, and being timid is not our style." The hound seemed like a different person, with an enthusiastic look on his face.
If Ke Lan were here, he would definitely complain that Lao Gou was so afraid of death and didn't look like someone who could say such things. But only Chi Hanfeng knew that Nick was actually a very fierce and principled soldier.
Nick, also known as the Hound, enlisted in the army at the age of sixteen and graduated from the boot camp in just three months - his shooting, fighting and physical fitness scores were just passing, but he got high scores in the tactics and command assessments... Such a person who is obviously a commanding talent, even if he did not graduate from a military academy, would be assigned a position such as adjutant or staff officer after joining the regular army.
But Hound refused to stay in the garrison as a civilian non-commissioned officer, and boarded the troop transport to the wasteland, carrying a backpack taller than others.
He was not forced to be assigned to the Field Service Corps, but asked to go there on his own initiative . As a recruit with no background, Hound rose to the rank of major in just four years and became the commander of an elite reconnaissance battalion. At that time, his command style was known for its boldness and unexpectedness, and he repeatedly made extraordinary achievements. If it weren't for the limit on the promotion speed of military rank, he might have worn the general's uniform before Maginot.
It's a pity that a series of events that happened later gradually smoothed the edges of this soldier, and one basin after another of cold water gradually extinguished his passion...
Until the last straw that broke the camel's back fell, Hound was forced to retire by the military after making a big fuss, and spent three years in a tavern on the black market, often fighting with others because of drunkenness or defaulting on wine payments. Once he accidentally offended a gang member, and was surrounded by more than a dozen people and beaten up, and then thrown into the trash can in the back street of the tavern like a dead dog. Fortunately, an old subordinate passed by and found him and saved him.
Then, he abandoned the name Nick and gave himself the nickname "Hound" as a self-deprecating nickname. He didn't mind at all when people he knew called him Old Dog... Although he wouldn't talk about this experience with others on weekdays, in Old Dog's memory, he could never forget that day when he was dragged on the ground with bruises all over his body, his cheeks rubbing against the dirty and rough ground, from the back door of the pub to the stinking garbage dump...
The rotten slop in the trash can flowed down his neck and into his clothes. Unknown small insects were running around in his messy hair. The disgusting stench made him, who had a keen sense of smell, vomit continuously, but the vomit flowed back into his throat and nasal cavity - those guys "stuck" the old dog into the trash can in an upside-down position, and with his hands and feet broken, he had no way to climb out by himself.
"Huh... strange, why did I think of what happened back then?" The Hound was slightly startled. He felt like he had been distracted just now, but now when he came to his senses, he found that Ghost Owl and Zhuo Ligetu were staring at Chi Hanfeng. Chi Hanfeng himself had a look of astonishment on his face, looking at the paper in his hand in disbelief.
"What's wrong?" The hound smelled something wrong and asked in a low voice.
Chi Hanfeng didn't say anything, but turned the paper in his hand over.
There was a bunch of messy doodles on the paper that had no real meaning, but in the middle of the doodles, there was something drawn.
It was a stone pillar with a huge eye carved on the top.
The reason why the Hound knew that it was a stone pillar and not something else was because Ke Lan once told him that exactly the same graffiti also appeared on the mission log of the soldiers of the 776 Special Forces Squad on an unnamed desert island.
"Did you draw this?!" the hound's eyes twitched twice and asked.
Chi Hanfeng nodded: "I was just holding the pen and scribbling, but when I looked down at the paper, I realized that I didn't know when I drew this thing... If I remember correctly, this thing also appeared in the mission log that Ke Lan mentioned, right?"
"A stone pillar with an eye relief on the top...that's right." The Hound took a deep breath and turned to look out the porthole.
Inside the underwater city shrouded in shadows, there are dots of faint green fluorescence flashing, and each dot of fluorescence is a stone pillar like this.
