Chapter 1479 - 802: Grand Search! (Part 2)
Chapter 1479: Chapter 802: Grand Search! (Part 2)
"Let me remind you that someone at the banquet that night had a sudden heart attack and was carried away for emergency treatment, but ultimately died despite the rescue efforts."
Blue Mountain suddenly remembered: "I recall now, it was Baron Winston who had a heart attack, but he was saved in the end, wasn’t his heart transplanted?"
Black Spider glanced at him: "You can put on your clothes and leave now, call the next person in."
This short-haired woman looked at Blue Mountain without any trace of surprise in her eyes, as if she were looking at a hairy monkey, aloof and as though they weren’t the same species.
This is the characteristic of the Western Continent Aristocracy; as a baron, she inherently did not need to show respect to Blue Mountain, who was a citizen, nor was there any interest.
Next door, a male soldier scrutinized a female slave who had already stripped, with a cold, cruel gaze: "What was your great-grandfather’s name?"
"Martin, Storm City Farm 21," the female slave answered timidly.
Storm City Farm 21 was her grandfather’s surname and the standard surname for all slaves. Once they were bought or sold, the slave master would change their surname to declare ownership. After she was sold to Farm 18, her surname became Storm City Farm 18.
The soldier asked, "When was your mother sold here?"
The female slave hesitated: "My mother is still at Farm 21; only I was sold here."
"Who did your mother give birth to you with?"
The female slave replied humiliated: "George from Farm 21, he raped my mother."
The soldier nodded: "Alright, get out, call the next one."
He didn’t even give the female slave time to put on her clothes, kicking her out in front of everyone. The female slave silently turned her back to dress without saying a word.
Slaves here have long been accustomed to such treatment.
However, surprisingly, the Kingdom’s high-level information bank seems to have a clear grasp of everyone’s situation, forcing everyone to live in this oppressive ’controlled’ environment.
Slaves merely need to live like livestock.
...
...
At this moment, a combat squad is searching towards the wine cellar. They look at the closed wine cellar, make tactical gestures, one person goes forward to open the door, while the others raise their guns in wait.
Someone even took a tear gas grenade, ready to throw it into the wine cellar.
However, before they could open the door, the wine cellar door opened from the inside. Butler Qing Chen held a wooden basket in his hand, which contained six bottles of wine.
The soldier sternly asked, "Who are you! Raise your hands high and turn around!"
Qing Chen turned around hurriedly and said, "I am the butler of young master Nosen Kennedy; I came to the wine cellar to get wine!"
He let the soldier search him but found nothing.
Two soldiers entered the wine cellar, searching every possible place for hidden doors. After confirming no one else was inside, they escorted Qing Chen to the main hall.
The Black Box from Yat was placed arrogantly on a wine barrel; the soldiers saw it but didn’t care, simply thinking it was equipment measuring sweetness and temperature inside the cellar.
The soldiers took Qing Chen to the room where Black Spider resided.
Black Spider looked at him and said, "Take off your clothes."
Qing Chen obediently took off all his clothes, standing naked opposite.
Black Spider scrutinized him and then asked, "Name?"
"Brian Kennedy," Qing Chen said cautiously, "This is the surname given to me by Count Kennedy after emancipating me from slavery."
Black Spider asked indifferently, "Why did he give you a surname? And help you out of slavery?"
Qing Chen carefully replied, "Because on the way to Black Water City, we encountered the rebels, and I made contributions along the way."
Black Spider suddenly took out an LCD board, pointed at a piece of information, and loudly questioned, "At that time, you blocked a bullet for Count Kennedy; where are the bullet marks on your body!?"
Qing Chen hesitated for a moment: "That was fake news, I actually didn’t block a bullet for Count Kennedy, Abos did, he died on the way. I made contributions by killing two rebels with my bare hands and carrying Count Kennedy out of the forest. The news attributed both actions to me, it was false reporting."
What Black Spider took out was a news article, recording the butler blocking a bullet for Count Kennedy, killing two rebels, and carrying Count Kennedy to escape unscathed.
But the actual situation was that the news exaggerated the loyalty of the butler, a slave, as propaganda for other slaves, combining two events under the same person for reporting.
As for the deceased Abos? Not worth mentioning.
All interrogation questions were meticulously planned, each question having traps.
Black Spider’s team didn’t have a specific search target; they just suspected that an important figure from the Eastern Continent might be lurking, implementing a thorough search of 18 farms along the coastal area.
As for preparing these questions, it wasn’t difficult; they only needed to input the character information into the LCD board, and the questions would automatically be generated.
The Western Continent’s use of artificial intelligence has already far surpassed the Eastern Continent Federation’s imagination.
Qing Chen walked out of the room after putting on his clothes, already on alert: From falling from the Aerial Fortress until now, the other side had already undergone three strict searches.
The first two were life detection and radar search.
The third was the screening of all personnel information.
This kind of inspection was extremely stringent, and if someone else had come, without special means, it would have been impossible to infiltrate Storm City.
However, this was also because Qing Chen’s entry was too conspicuous. Others not arriving on the Aerial Fortress, or fighting Storm City, might fare much better.
Qing Chen stood in the living room waiting, everyone was silent in fear.
Earlier, upon hearing the sound of the floating airship, heading to the wine cellar was to buy time.
As he walked, he firmly pressed the butler’s phone and Yat’s Black Box together, helping Yat hack into the Western Continent’s civilian network.
The intrusion takes time, Qing Chen must buy Yat time, thus allowing the other side to organize the butler’s identity information for him!
Moreover, Yat was very astute and skilled; in the first moments of the intrusion it searched all information related to the butler, including the most important news photo from years ago, Yat analyzed the news as fake, for after Count Kennedy was rescued, there was no gunshot suture surgery in Storm City Public Hospital’s surgery record.
No matter how skilled Qing Chen was, he couldn’t extract such clues from the vast information like Yat.
...
Another Chapter before midnight