"Barton."

Dean paced up to Barton with a concerned face, "Are you okay?" ”

Barton looked at Dean with a blank look in his eyes, and he was dull for a few seconds before he said with difficulty, "Hmmmm"

Maybe it was because of Dean's hypnosis that interrupted the process of mutation.

Barton's current situation is much friendlier than the team before him, although his IQ has dropped significantly, and his reaction is also very slow, but he can still react to movements in the outside world, and still retains a certain cognition, but he seems to have lost the ability to speak.

In addition, in terms of appearance, the most significant change in Barton is his eyes.

The whites of his eyes have become much larger, filled with scattered bloodshots, and his pupils are squeezed by the whites of his eyes, almost invisible, which means that Barton's perception of light will be very poor now, and the most agile eyes will shrink a lot.

The overall appearance is to show the whites of the big eyes and the seeping appearance of the small eyes.

Besides.

The rest of Barton's body did not show symptoms of congestion, so there was not much change compared to before.

This disappointed Dean a bit.

He was a little worried that Barton might not let himself do what he wanted.

But I'll have to give it a try.

"Aaaaa

Patton, unable to make a sound, touched his throat a little frantically, and kept making a sound similar to that of a dumb mouth.

"Barton.."

"Huh?"

Barton paused, and looked at Dean with his terrifying eyes again.

Dean tried his best to use a gentle tone, slowly snapping his fingers, and called softly, "Barton. Do you remember our chat earlier, Barton?"

At a time when Barton was showing signs of losing control.

He took the opportunity to chat with Barton alone, and used the sound of snapping fingers to implant the monitoring information (Chapter 314) in Barton's already dull mind!

Dean didn't know if Barton would be affected by his appearance.

He could only give it a try.

If it doesn't work.

Then we can only continue to wait for other opportunities.

Accompanied by rhythmic snapping of the fingers.

Some images of shattered memories emerge from a distorted perspective in Barton's few remaining consciousnesses.

That's the chat he had with Dean, before.

A look of pain appeared on Barton's dull face.

What did they say?

Damn it!

Why can't I remember anything!

The shattered memories became more and more fragmented, and in the end, only the sound of the small but rhythmic snapping of the fingers remained.

Under the rhythm of snapping fingers, the voices of those broken memories were reassembled and finally turned into a repeating word: "Monitor!" Monitor! Monitor! ”

In his head, it was as if a voice kept repeating: "Monitor! ”

"Aaaaa

Barton knelt on the deck in some pain, clutching his head and letting out a low wail, as his originally lean body began to engorge and swell.

Boom~

He slammed his hand and slammed it into the steel deck with a dull thud.

Cassiu, who was on the side, watched as Barton's hideous arm smashed next to his head, tears sliding down his face uncontrollably.

It's scary!

Just when his bladder was about to lose control.

The increasingly terrifying figure slowly stood up from the ground, stepped over Cassiu, and then continued to accelerate, like a stimulated wild boar, madly rushing towards a surveillance camera outside the cabin.

"Ahh

Just as he was about to hit the cabin, Patton roared, his thick calves were covered with green tendons, and he jumped up with force, like a cannonball, across a terrifying distance of seven or eight meters, and grabbed the surveillance camera viciously with both hands, and pulled it fiercely with inertia.

Tear pull~

Sturdy surveillance cameras, along with a string of connected wires, are ripped out of the hull.

The next moment.

There was a bang.

The Patton man was still in the air, and the fire shone brightly around his neck, exploding a cloud of blood mist, which forcibly blew Patton, who had turned into a beast, into two parts of his head and body, and threw the blood to the ground.

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

“FK！”

Dean pretended to curse and rushed over,

Running process.

At a speed invisible to the naked eye, a metal object the size of a normal bee appeared in his fingertips, and as it approached Barton's stump, he pressed into the network cable that hung in mid-air and connected to the camera.

When metal comes into contact with a network wire.

An untraceable data stream is integrated into the ship's electronic network band, and with the transmission of the electronic network band, it comes to a satellite overhead, and with the transmission of the satellite band, it breaks away from those data streams and transmits to other satellites, and finally after repeated transfers, it comes to a certain estate in Los Angeles.

Dididi~

Xiao Mike casually turned off the reminder sound from the wheelchair, controlled the smart wheelchair, entered the elevator, came to his laboratory, and then tapped quickly with his hands in front of a large-screen computer.

"Interesting band frequencies."

Mike gave a blank compliment, and then hacked into the backdoors of several satellites, modifying operating procedures and converting frequencies.

The network frequency is broken.

The so-called closed network section is equivalent to having no shell to protect itself.

The next moment.

Red dots appeared in front of Mike's computer screen.

These are the network signals of all the Luciferian organizations!

Next.

Just break through the other party's firewall.

Xiao Mike can modify and intercept the information and data hidden in those network signals at will, and even hack into the monitoring of the opponent's base, stealing all kinds of locked information, such as entering a no-man's land.

For these.

Little Mike doesn't know how many times he has done it, and he is already familiar with it.

Accompanied by the tapping of his hands.

Soon.

The picture on a certain cruise ship appeared on the computer screen in front of Mike.

in the picture.

A familiar figure, standing in front of a pile of flesh and blood stumps, looked lonely.

"Dean, Subject 37."

Mike looked at the annotation on the data, followed this information, and began to search for related information in Lucifer.

Subject 37

Nerve sensing device

Electronic remote-controlled bombs

Hormone-inducing agents.

Kindness?

Little Mike's eyes lit up.

Seemingly, there is an unexpected gain.

He randomly tapped a few times, concocted a virtual feedback, and took the control of Subject 37's neck collar, picked up a microphone, and said in a cold voice, "Dean." ”

Dean stood in front of Barton's corpse and looked at it for a moment before walking back with a solemn expression.

He began to wonder if he had made a mistake in the operation he had just made.

Signal intruders.

At the moment of contact, he used the magic of the subspace to retract it, and with the concealment of his figure, Lucifer's side should not have time to find out.

And he's been inspiring the shrouded power of subspace.

Once there is a sense of danger.

Dean can instantly cut off the connection between those things inside and outside his body and the outside world, and avoid dying on the electronic bomb around his neck.

This is also the confidence that he allowed the other party to install an electronic collar on his neck before.

But for now.

The people on Lucifer's side didn't seem to notice their small movements.

Barton's movement attracted the attention of Black Widow and the others.

But they only glanced at it, and stopped paying attention to Dean's side.

The people on the other side of the freighter were rowing a small boat, approaching the cruise ship.

They just want to get food now and live first.

Dean glanced at Cashew, who was wriggling on the deck, and wondered how he would pull out the satellite phone from space and get in touch with Mike.

That's when it happened.

A familiar voice came from the collar around his neck: "Dean." ”

Dean was startled by Mike's voice.

He pursed his lips, his abdomen squirmed, and he made a distorted voice: "Little Mike, did you successfully invade?" ”

"Yes, Dean, you didn't open your mouth, why can you make a sound?"

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

"It's an interesting trick, but I'm using fake images to block 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 group, and he is terrifying!

Dean really relaxed.

He twisted his head and said, "The observers you are talking about are those Lucifer researchers?" ”

"Yes."

While continuing to break through various encrypted messages of the Lucifer Order's base, Mike replied: "They should be working on a hormone drug, and you and the people on that freighter are the test subjects of this experiment, by the way, I just invaded the surrounding satellites and found that you are on the cruise ship, and there is a CIA agent." ”

Hearing this, Dean raised his eyebrows: "You mean the woman with a spider tattoo on her face?" ”

"Yes, there are constantly signals from her body, transmitted to the satellite passing above your head, I checked it casually, and found that it was a group of CIA agents who were also paying attention to the Lucifer organization, they..."

Suddenly, Mike's voice faded away.

Dean's expression changed slightly.

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

He also hopes that Mike Jr. will tell him the location of the island base organized by Lucifer!

Conduct this inhumane trial.

Dean believes that the base of Lucifer's organization will definitely not be too far away from the cruise ship he is on, because only in this way can the occurrence of accidents be reduced!

But that's built up if little Mike is fine!

Once little Mike really has a problem.

Then his follow-up plan will not only be difficult to continue, but the matter of Xiao Mike's invasion will definitely be exposed, and when the time comes, things will definitely become a mess.

"Whew!"

Dean let out a cloudy breath and whispered to Mike.

Los Angeles.

Xiao Mike looked at all the information he consulted expressionlessly, pulling down and playing back over and over again, and the torrent of data that ordinary people couldn't even see clearly, in his eyes, seemed to be characters imprinted in his mind.

In just a few seconds, I rechecked it twice.

No!

In all the intrusion data, there is no detailed prescription for hormone-inducing agents!

He withdrew the data, patted the microphone, and his voice fluctuated with a rare hint of fluctuation: "Dean, I hope you can do me a favor." ”

Hearing Little Mike's voice sound again, Dean breathed a sigh of relief: "You say! ”

"Lucifer's base is at your location, to the north, more than a hundred nautical miles, I hope that after the official forces intervene, you can find an opportunity to help me go to that base and get the formula for that hormone-boosting agent."

In the calculations of Little Mike.

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

So he just wants Dean to follow up and help him get what he needs.

on a cruise ship.

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

He licked his lips and said seriously: "Yes, but I want you to do one thing, find a way to attack the Lucifer organization's base, and disconnect the control of cruise ships and freighters!" ”

This farce can be over!

(End of chapter)