Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 421 Progress
"How much progress can we make in three days?" Sun Hang asked.

"Conservatively speaking, around 85%," Yang Qi replied.

"We can catch up to 15% of the progress in three days? Is that true?" Sun Hang was stunned. "What were they doing in the previous days? Or are these researchers just like procrastinating novelists, who have to wait until the deadline is approaching before they burst into action and rush to catch up with the progress?"

"Although I didn't major in meme analysis, I do understand some basic theories." Yang Qi raised her head and rolled her eyes at Sun Hang. "The process of meme analysis is not linear. In the meme sequence of strange creatures, there are more or less some 'aggregation nodes'. These aggregation nodes are equivalent to the technical bottlenecks in the development of science and technology. Most of the time and energy of the entire meme analysis or reverse engineering is spent on conquering these aggregation nodes."

Yang Qi took a sip of water and continued, "As long as we can conquer one aggregation node, most of the analysis work can be done by the computer before reaching the next aggregation node."

"Analyzing memes is like splitting bamboo. These aggregation nodes are the bamboo joints. As long as we can split the bamboo joints, the remaining parts will naturally be unstoppable." Song Yarong also said.

"Has the final combat plan come out?" Sun Hang asked, "Don't let the people you choose have another traitor like last time."

"I will be cautious about everything, but I can't do this one." Yang Qi sighed, "There are only a few candidates who meet the threshold for the breakthrough operation. Even if I select them all, there is still a big gap from the scale of the breakthrough operation I originally planned."

"Excuse me, how many people did you originally plan to send to complete the PFDA breakthrough?" Sun Hang asked.

"It would be best if there were more than 200 people," Yang Qi said. "Saturation operation, so the probability that the 'insecticide' can be successfully delivered to the feet of Chimera No. 17 is almost 100%."

"Two hundred people... I'm afraid even if all the hunters in the Federation were to come to you, they wouldn't be able to gather these two hundred people, right?" Sun Hang pouted, "So now, apart from me and Lao Wang, how many candidates meet the requirements?"

"After secondary screening and PFDA real-machine testing, only nine people were included in the final combat operation."

"Nine people, plus me and Lao Wang, that's eleven... Isn't this a little more than a hundred million short of two hundred people?" Sun Hang exhaled. "Then according to your calculation, after the two hundred people are reduced to eleven, what is the probability of success?"

"Less than 0.2 percent." Yang Qi said expressionlessly.

"Ah? So low?" Before Sun Hang could say anything, Fukada Miki at the side spoke first, "Shouldn't we just divide 11 by 200? There should be at least a 5% probability, right?"

"That's not how it works." Yang Qi smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Chimera 11's long-range attack method has a cooling time, and the number of subordinate monsters roaming in the restricted area is also capped. If two hundred people break in at the same time, Chimera 17 is actually unable to lock on to so many targets at the same time... This was reflected in the last memetic sample collection operation."

"But if there are only eleven people charging in..." Yang Qi continued, "it can still be described as saturation, but it is not our saturation action... but every intruder will be subjected to Chimera 17's saturation attack."

"According to your calculation, Tianfu City is doomed, isn't it?" Fukada Miki couldn't help but grin, "0.2 percent, this is even lower than the probability of getting gold from drawing cards in my crappy mobile game..."

"0.2% is a theoretical number, not an actual number." Yang Qi shook her head. "I only calculated the performance of the PFDA, not the personal abilities of the hunters riding the PFDA... They are the biggest variables in this operation."

After Yang Qi finished speaking, she looked at Sun Hang meaningfully.

"It's easy to calculate the hunter's personal ability. The archives of the Tianshu Tower contain detailed data. But the key lies in the on-the-spot reaction and state during actual combat, the personal decision-making when the opponent is in an emergency, and the most unpredictable factor of luck... These cannot be quantified, so I can only calculate a theoretical probability of 0.2 percent."

Yang Qi suddenly laughed: "This probability is not the upper limit, but it can be regarded as a bottom line. That is to say, in the worst case scenario, we still have a glimmer of hope with a probability of 0.2%.

"I feel like you're a gambler right now." Sun Hang sat on the table and naturally took the cup of water that Yang Qi had drunk and drank it all. "If you lose the bet, I'm afraid you won't have anything left."

"Hehe... The bet in my hand is the lives of everyone in Tianfu City. If I lose the bet..." Yang Qi's usually calm eyes flashed with a hint of madness, "It has come to this point. It is no longer up to me to decide whether to gamble or not."

"Then I'm not wrong. If you lose the bet, the worst that can happen is that Tianfu City will be hit by a nuclear explosion. With the current level of human technology, it probably can't be developed into textile fabrics that can withstand a nuclear explosion, right? You really won't have anything left of your pants." Sun Hang shrugged and "stole" two pieces of dessert from Song Yarong and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, you guys, your hands are not clean enough!" Song Yarong, who was working hard, immediately protested.

"It's just two pieces of cake, is that a big deal?"

"As for! This brand and this flavor, this is the last box of stock that can be found in this city! After eating it all, we can only eat those compressed biscuits labeled as disaster relief supplies." Song Yarong said.

"Is this so precious?" Sun Hang was surprised and immediately swept all the remaining cakes into his arms. "Thank you, Director Song. I will never forget your kindness!"

"You fucking bastard--" Seeing that her only remaining snacks were eaten up by Sun Hang, Song Yarong immediately burst out with a curse, but Sun Hang's action was faster than her reaction - when Song Yarong started cursing, the airtight door of the safe room had already closed, separating Sun Hang and her curse on both sides of a thick barrier.

"Ye Sha, control your man!" Sun Hang ran fast, and Song Yarong could only vent her dissatisfaction on Wang Xiyi, "This guy actually stole my life-saving food! Fortunately, I shared my instant noodles with him at the beginning. This, this, this... This is simply 'a little bit of kindness, a peck of rice is resentful'!"

"That's not how you should repay a favor with a favor. You'd be more of the opposite." Wang Xiyi, who was watching the show, said with a smile, "Also, if you want to control him, you'd better go to Director Yang instead of me."

"I'm furious……"

While Song Yarong was still criticizing Sun Hang, the airtight door that had just closed suddenly opened again, and Sun Hang, who had returned, leaned half of his body in.

"What are you doing back again?" Song Yarong was startled and subconsciously covered her backpack hanging on the back of the chair, "I don't have any more stock!"

Sun Hang smiled at Song Yarong, then turned to look at Fukada Miki and waved at her: "Don't you want to observe Chimera No. 17 up close? I'll take you there now."

"Really?" Fukada Miki's eyes lit up and she immediately threw the game console in her hand onto the sofa.

"The decisive battle is only three days away. If you don't watch it now, do you have to wait until the action begins?"

Miki Fukada immediately jumped off the sofa and rushed to the door in two steps.

"Wait a moment." Sun Hang held her head.

"What are you waiting for? You're not going to break your promise again, are you?" Fukada Miki stared at Sun Hang vigilantly.

"No, we just need to make some small preparations before we set off." Sun Hang said, "In this room, you can be Fukada Miki, but once you walk out of this room, you can only be Tang Jing." The "disguise technique" that Sun Hang used on Fukada Miki for the first time had long since lost its effect, and Fukada Miki had returned to his original appearance - anyway, there were only a few of them who could enter this safe house, so Sun Hang was too lazy to "refill" the disguise technique.

But if I want to go out now, the situation will be different.

Just a few minutes later, Fukada Miki once again turned into "Tang Jing" - but what made her speechless was that she was wearing a tight-fitting top at this time. After her body shape changed, there were tearing sounds from many places on the clothes due to the weight.

"Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes!" Fukada Miki quickly found the loose work uniform she had worn before and put it on in no time.

As if she was afraid that Sun Hang would slip away at this moment, she didn't even go into the bathroom next door, but faced Sun Hang's changing clothes.

Fortunately, the girl was wearing an extremely elastic sports bra, otherwise, even if she changed her underwear, Sun Hang would have seen everything.

"Let's go!"

Miki Fukada pinned the work badge with "Tang Jing, Level 2 Mechanic" printed on it on her chest and quickly walked to Sun Hang's side.

"Be careful... It's better to return empty-handed than to be noticed by Chimera No. 17." Yang Qi warned seriously.

"I know." Sun Hang nodded, waved to the three women in the safe house, turned around and walked into the elevator with Fukada Miki.

The elevator was very fast and reached the first floor in less than two seconds. However, the moment the elevator door opened, Sun Hang noticed a slightly resentful gaze fixed on him.

Zhong Ling, wearing a pure black dress, was sitting on a bench in the corridor outside, her hands on her cheeks, staring at Sun Hang in the elevator with her head tilted.

Her long, smooth black hair fell from her shoulders like a piece of smooth silk, covering her slender upper body.

The black dress was very long, the hem extending to the lower part of the calf, revealing only a part of the white ankle. The heels of the pointed leather shoes of the same color on her feet were rubbing against the floor at an amplitude that was imperceptible to the naked eye, vaguely revealing a hint of nervousness from the owner of the shoes.

On the other side of the corridor, there was a pair of cold eyes staring at Sun Hang. Sun Hang didn't even need to turn his head to look, he knew it was the "Strange Skeleton No. 1" who was never far away from Zhong Ling.

"What a coincidence." Sun Hang greeted Zhong Ling, "Have you just returned from a mission?"

"Unfortunately." Zhong Ling's tone was as cold as ever, "I was waiting for you here."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Yang Qi told me that she recommended you to take me with you on a mission not long ago, but you refused."

"I'm just considering that you must be very tired after coming back from duty... You need to combine work and rest to improve your work efficiency." Sun Hang laughed.

"I'm well rested now." Zhong Ling added, "According to the schedule, my next mission is in two days."

"It's good to have a holiday. I love holidays very much." Sun Hang said.

"Take me with you." Zhong Ling went straight to the point and expressed his true feelings.

"This isn't a good idea... I'm operating undercover this time, so the fewer people the better." Sun Hang scratched his head.

"Except for the No. 1 Skeleton, I won't take any other Skeletons with me."

Sun Hang was still trying to find an excuse to refuse, but Fukada Miki suddenly poked his waist with her finger and asked in a low voice: "Is this also one of your harem? Isn't the quality of your harem a little too high? Even I, a woman, am a little jealous of you."

"Not yet... not yet."

"Not yet? You mean one of the candidates for the harem? Tsk, man." Fukada Miki gave Sun Hang a disdainful look, "Speaking of which, what is going on? Why do I smell a hint of Shura Field... Damn, she won't regard me as a competitor, right?"

"What the hell is the point of building a Luochang..." Sun Hang suddenly felt that it was a big oversight on his part to allow Fukada Miki to retain the ability to speak.

When using the disguise technique on her, her vocal cords should have been sealed at the same time.

"Oh, I see... This girl must have been ignored by you for too long, and she couldn't stand it anymore and decided to take the initiative." Fukada Miki nodded in agreement, "Playing hard to get, retreating to advance, this move... is brilliant!"

"Gosh." Sun Hang gave Fukada Miki a slap on the backhand, and then said to Zhong Ling, "You can come with us...but the danger level of our trip is no less than the previous meme collection operation, you'd better be mentally prepared."

"I know." For a moment, Sun Hang seemed to see a curve at the corner of Zhong Ling's mouth, but the angle of the curve was so small and the duration was so short that Sun Hang even wondered if he had an illusion.

He even wanted to replay his memory in bullet time to see whether Zhong Ling was laughing or not.

A smile that is measured in pixels and frames is probably only found on Zhong Ling.

The three men and the ghost got into the car that Sun Hang had driven before and drove directly towards the restricted area.

As the car drove out of the city, the buildings around the road gradually became sparse and low... Many residential areas have now been emptied, and in an area stretching for more than ten kilometers, the street lights on both sides of the road have become the only source of light.

"It's so quiet." Fukada Miki sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)