North American Detective: I am proficient in all kinds of American Iai

Chapter 317 Invasion
"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 spoke with difficulty: "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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

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. 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.

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

Besides.

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

This disappointed Dean a little.

He was a little worried that Barton might not let himself go as he always wanted.

Still have to try it out.

"Aaah!"

Because Barton couldn't make a sound, he touched his throat a little maniacally, and kept making ahhhh sounds similar to those of a dumb man.

"Barton..."

"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.

Taking the opportunity of chatting with Barton alone, he used the sound of snapping his fingers to implant the monitoring information (Chapter 314) in Barton's already dull mind!

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 the conversation between him and Dean.

A painful expression appeared on Barton's sluggish face.

What did they say?
damn 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.

thump~
He shot violently and slammed it hard on the steel deck, making a dull, muffled sound.

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

Too scary!

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

The increasingly frightening 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.

tearing~
Sturdy surveillance cameras, along with a string of connected wires, were ripped from the hull.

next moment.

There was a loud bang.

The Patton man was still in the air, with the flames shining on his neck, and a cloud of blood blasted out. Barton, who had turned into a beast, was blasted into two, his head and body, and the blood splashed all over the ground.

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

"FK!"

Dean cursed pretendingly, and rushed over,

running process.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, a metal object the size of an ordinary bee appeared on his fingertips. 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.
drop drop~
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 oneself.

next moment.

One by one, 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 didn't know how many times he had done it, and he was 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.

on the 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.

Subject 37
neural sensing device
electronic remote bomb
Hormone stimulating agents.
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 calculate in his mind whether he had made a mistake in the operation just now.

signal hacker.

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 always inspired 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 why he allowed the other party to install an electronic collar on his neck before.

But for now.

The people from 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 freighter side were rowing boats, approaching the cruise ship.

They just want to get food and live first.

Dean glanced at Kashu 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, squirmed his abdominal cavity, 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?"

"It's ventriloquism, a little trick." Dean stretched and sat on the ground.

"It's a very 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 opening your mouth and being seen by those observers."

Hearing this, Dean was overjoyed.

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

Dean really relaxed.

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 there is a CIA agent on the cruise ship you are on."

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 satellites passing by 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, Little Mike's voice disappeared.

Dean's expression changed slightly.

Damn, it can't be that Little Mike's body suddenly fell ill!

He also hoped that Little Mike would tell himself the location of the island base organized by Lucifer!

Carry out this inhumane experiment.

Dean believed that the base of Lucifer's organization would never be too far from the cruise ship he was on, because only in this way could accidents be reduced!
But this is based on the fact that Little Mike is fine!

Once Little Mike really went wrong.

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

"call!"

Dean exhaled a foul breath 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.

In just a few seconds, I checked it twice.

No!

Among all the intruded data, there is no detailed prescription of the hormone triggering medicine!

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 more than 100 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 trigger potion."

In Little Mike's calculations.

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

So he only hoped that Dean would follow up and help him get what he needed.

on a cruise ship.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly after listening to Little Mike's address.

He licked his lips and said seriously: "Okay, 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)