100: Chapter 20 Tracker 100: Chapter 20 Tracker “Spare me…

all my chips and memories have been uploaded…

spare me…”

A lackey from the Excavator Group, his head punctured, knelt on the ground groaning.

But a hand, half a meter wide, still enveloped his head.

Zhang Xianchong sneered as he crushed the lackey’s head.

Silvery-gray fluid sprayed out, splattering everywhere.

“Scum.” This protector said, “This is the fate you deserve.”

“Clean this up for me,” Carolina walked over from behind.

She waved her hand, and a drone carrying a small amount of cleaning agent hovered in front of Zhang Xianchong.

Ultrasonic waves mixed with atomized cleaning agents washed the surface of Zhang Xianchong’s prosthetic armor.

These weak ultrasonic waves would be absorbed by the soft lining of the armor and would not impact the fragile biological cell parts.

The fluid instantly turned into a mist of water, leaving Zhang Xianchong’s external armor.

Carolina said, “You are no longer a mere rogue, but a man loyal to the miss, a follower of the Civilization Protectors.

Mind your manners.

How dare you appear before the miss in such a filthy state?”

“Just killing a Green Forest scum,” Zhang Xianchong said coldly.

“The Protector wouldn’t see this as an issue.”

“All right.” A drone hovered in front of them.

A device hanging beneath the drone projected the image of a person in front of them.

It was the image of a Natural Person, with black long hair and a delicate, exceptionally gentle face.

Zhang Xianchong and Carolina bowed their heads to the image, saying, “Miss Deborah.”

Even though none of the prosthetic bodies owned by the miss had this face, it did not prevent the miss from using it as her virtual image.

This was the most beautiful face calculated from the genetic information of Miss Deborah, based on the most advanced algorithms.

Deborah said, “Have you found anything?”

“This is a lackey from the Excavator Group,” Carolina said.

“We have extracted the location information from his memory.”

“Then come and meet with me.”

Deborah sent a location.

According to the satellite positioning data, they were about ten kilometers apart.

Minutes later, Carolina and Zhang Xianchong met Deborah.

Miss Deborah was using a prosthetic body over two meters tall, with reversed knee joints, and a slender torso with long limbs.

The prosthetic’s right arm resembled a human arm, while the left was replaced with a dangerous gun barrel.

Inside was an armor-piercing bullet, which could penetrate most of the heavy vehicle prosthetic’s external armor at point-blank range.

Extending from the gun barrel was a beautifully curved blade which was also a high-frequency blade, capable of cutting metal to a limited extent.

—Of course, its primary function was to serve as a symbolic “Command Blade” of authority.

Also waiting were two other Martial Artists, both of whom had sworn their loyalty to Deborah personally.

These people were Deborah’s personal team.

Apart from Deborah, they did not need to take orders from any other superiors.

And Deborah had to take responsibility for their actions.

Of course, these Martial Artists also had to execute Deborah’s commands.

Unlike Appennine, who had limited abilities and was less favored, Deborah Zhao stood out among the lords’ children.

She had once infiltrated the Jianghu and cleverly eliminated half a sect.

In addition, she was even an apprentice in the Order of Scientific Knights.

The Scientific Knight Order, also known as The Order of Yawgmoth, ranked parallel to all Civilization Protectors organizations and directly under Yawgmoth in the hierarchy, symbolizing humanity’s fervorous charge against “nature” and the “unknown.”

No Civilizational Protector institution, secular group, or individual could govern or intervene with them.

Each officially knighted Scientific Knight had to swear to poverty, chastity, and obedience.

They could marshal vast resources unimaginable to Civilization Protectors but would not channel these resources for personal fulfillment, adhering to the vow of poverty.

They would not be bound by human affection and would devote themselves entirely to the mysteries, adhering to the vow of chastity.

Every Scientific Knight had to absolutely obey “truth.” Regardless of status, they would obey whoever’s theory or hypothesis was more persuasive.

They were the embodiment of virtue.

Even Heroes rarely disturbed them.

Of course, becoming a Scientific Knight was not an easy task.

To become an official Scientific Knight, one had to start from the basics such as “animal husbandry for experiments” or “data running,” “wheel making” under the tutelage of the Knightly Families.

These mundane and repetitive tasks brutalized the mind, gradually forging the inherent backward, communal instincts and dirty desires of the naked apes out of the souls of the Scientific Knights, enabling them to endure and enjoy solitude, sacrificing everything for the truth.

Only by gaining recognition from a renowned Knight could you become a new Scientific Knight.

At that time, an apprentice would kneel in front of their mentor, wear the tasseled crown of honor, and then an accomplished old Knight would tap the apprentice’s shoulder three times with a sword, moving the knight’s tassel from right to left and then clothe them in a white coat.

Only then could an apprentice truly become a part of this honorable order.

Miss Deborah had not yet reached the level to don a white lab coat.

If the mentor did not speak, then the knight apprentice must still retain their order in the mundane world and obey the commands of certain high-ranking officials.

Yet, this experience had also endowed her with an ethereal intellectual aura.

As a renunciate, even the people of Jianghu reserved a measure of respect for her.

It was precisely this respect that afforded her the opportunity to interact with people from Jianghu.

Thus, a small number of people from Jianghu were persuaded by her to volunteer to join this organization dedicated to “ensuring the eternal preservation of human civilization.”

Zhang Xianchong was such a person.

Previously, Deborah had dispatched several subordinates to search for lackeys in different directions.

They soon captured guys from the Excavator Group and dug out intelligence from their brains.

At Deborah’s feet lay another body, also a lackey from the Excavator Group.

“It seems this data is correct.

We have found the location of the Great Stockade of the Excavator Group,” Miss Deborah’s prosthetic head lit up with a projector, projecting her natural person’s face in front of her prosthetic head and said, “It seems that they don’t have a habit of intentionally leaving false information in the memory of lackeys, do they?”

Unable to restrain himself, Zhang Xianchong said, “Miss, the Excavator Group is just a typical Green Forest group, with few notorious bandits whose names are known.

Even their leader, ‘Big Bulldozer’ Vespa, has only one advantage—his prosthetic body is big and heavy, and his firepower is fierce.

They don’t have that capability.”

Miss Deborah was good in many ways, but she had one flaw, always tending to overestimate the enemy’s layout.

“What’s next?” Carolina asked, “Summon Heavenly Punishment?”

“Heavenly Punishment?

No, no, no, we are at least two days behind that ‘mountain.’ If he is smart enough, then he won’t stay too long at the base of the Excavator Group—they might have already left.

And the Heavenly Punishment System would destroy all the evidence they left behind as well.

This is not a good idea.” Miss Deborah shook her head, pointing forward with her command blade, “We’ll go ourselves.”

Since the leader had already made up her mind, her subordinates could not say much else.

A group of people soon followed the memory, finding an entrance to a typical tunnel.

This intricate underground maze often serves as the last line of defense for the Green Forest Stronghold—the “first line of defense” is always information confidentiality.

However, due to the existence of the “lackey” class, “confidentiality” is always difficult to achieve.

In fact, if the Civilization Protectors really wanted to efficiently exterminate the Green Forest Stronghold, it wouldn’t be difficult.

They only needed to continuously capture lackeys, then dig out the exact location of the stronghold from their memories, and summon Heavenly Punishment to pound the ground with space-based kinetic weapons.

The problem was that due to the “loyalty to individuals only” Dyson principle, it was difficult for the Civilization Protectors to muster such a scale of personnel.

Take Miss Deborah, for example; she usually needed to complete her Cultivation as a Scientific Knight apprentice, refine her own martial arts, manage her subordinates, and operate a small amount of resources.

And her father, Lord Old Master Zhao, even more so.

Just the handover with the Human Gene Bank and the guard duties at the local Scientific Knight castle were enough to overwhelm him.

Not to mention the occasional participation in government-sanctioned pursuits of Famed Heroes.

Even a dutiful and responsible Lord could only manage a severe crackdown once every few decades.

Several people followed the tunnel, sneaking slowly.

Carolina frowned, “No alarms, no warning sounds, it seems that the Excavator Group has indeed been eliminated.”

Deborah nodded, “Indeed.”

A Martial Artist raised his weapon, highly alert.

Deborah shook her head, “No need for full power alert.

Energy is very precious, Han.”

Han shook his head, “If that Hero had been greedier, stayed a bit longer to digest materials, he might have already seen us.”

“He wouldn’t.

Since he realized the presence of trackers, he definitely would not do that,” Deborah shook her head.

“There are no signs of combat along the way,” Carolina said, “It seems that this guy must have used his powerful inner strength to strike down the Great Stockade’s server in one fell swoop, cutting off the entire stronghold’s lifeline?”

Zhang Xianchong sighed.

Such idiotic judgments bereft of any experience in Jianghu really lowered one’s intelligence.

Deborah also chuckled [Note: Advanced Voice Pack Feature].

She said, “No, ‘Mountain’ would definitely strike directly at the defenses of the Great Stockade.

We’ll see signs of combat very soon.”

“How could that be…” Although she was very convinced of the mistress’s wisdom, Carolina couldn’t help but murmur, “If using Gu could handle everything, why charge at the fire line, seeking death…”

While speaking, they arrived on a main thoroughfare.

This tunnel was riddled with bullet marks.

There were also several footprints.