Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 541 - 539 Failure is Success

Time passed quickly and noon arrived in the blink of an eye.

In a low house in the city’s slums, Mu’en appeared here.

He didn’t stay long when "bang," the door was violently burst open, and one of his subordinates stumbled in.

Mu’en looked up and frowned, "What’s the panic, what happened?"

The subordinate spoke with an urgent tone, "Boss, something’s not right, the number six line just went dead."

"Do you mean the number six line has fallen into enemy hands?"

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"That doesn’t matter," Mu’en kept his composure, "We’ve anticipated this scenario and taken protective measures. As long as the crucial core information hasn’t been compromised, we’re fine."

"But..." The subordinate hesitated, clearly intimidated.

Mu’en, far from fearful, said firmly, "You know how formidable those people are. We were prepared for heavy losses, and now we’ve just lost one channel. Continue with the plan. Release both the number eight and number nine lines." His tone was very firm, brooking no argument.

"Yes." The subordinate had no choice but to nod and leave.

...

In the afternoon.

Mu’en appeared in the back garden of an abandoned courtyard.

"Tap tap tap..."

Urgent footsteps sounded; this time, three subordinates burst in together.

Upon seeing Mu’en, the three subordinates, tinged with panic, said, "Boss, lines one, three, and four have all gone dead simultaneously. The enemy seems more aggressive than before; we’re struggling to hold on. What do you think we should do..."

Mu’en’s brow furrowed deeply, "Aren’t there still several lines operating normally? Continue as planned and start releasing lines ten, eleven, and twelve."

"Release them all?" The three subordinates struggled to accept this, "But that’s all the power we have left. If we deploy it all and something goes wrong..."

"What if something goes wrong!" said Mu’en sharply, "If it means completing the plan, any loss is acceptable."

"But..."

"Execute the order!"

"Yes."

...

As night fell.

In a secluded alley, a tall figure walked briskly, glancing behind him from time to time with a look of fear, running to the very end of the alley, and pushing the door forcefully, slipping inside.

It was pitch dark in the courtyard. The tall figure was taken aback but still groped his way into the main room, about to light the oil lamp. That’s when, in the darkness, a light shone. An oil lamp lit up, revealing Mu’en’s figure in a corner of the room.

"Boss!" The tall man exclaimed.

Mu’en, his face calm, looked at the tall man and asked, "How’s the situation?"

"Gulp!" The tall man swallowed nervously, his face grim, "It’s bad. Lines two, five, seven, eight, nine, eleven, and twelve, they’re all cut. I think they must know our plans now and are trying to take the initiative. Many of our line’s pieces didn’t have time to move or deal with and fell into their hands. With their methods, they must have got a lot of our core information. I’m afraid my plan has completely failed."

"To say it’s failed is premature," Mu’en maintained his composure, "Don’t we still have the number ten line? Even if it’s the only one left, if it’s handled correctly, it can still succeed..."

But before he could finish, "bang," the room’s door was busted open, and another person stumbled in, covered in blood, a shorter figure, another one of Mu’en’s subordinates.

Seeing Mu’en, the newcomer spoke with a whine, "Boss! It’s all over, all of it! The number ten line is gone, the whole plan is done, and so are we. Those people are devils, their means are more terrifying than we imagined. Our measures are useless against them. We’ve been exposed, definitely. They’ll find us soon, and we have nowhere to hide."

Hearing this, Mu’en’s facial expression surged like a wave, then he forcibly suppressed it and bellowed, "Afraid of what! They aren’t here yet."

"But what do we do?" the subordinate asked.

"Retreat!" Mu’en said, moving to a corner of the wall, lifting a wooden board to reveal a hidden passageway, its dark depths unknown.

The two subordinates were taken aback, utterly unaware of this contingency—it wasn’t part of the plan.

Mu’en ordered, "What are you dawdling for, get in!"

"Yes." The two subordinates had no time for questions, hurrying into the secret passage.

...

After a short while.

Mu’en emerged with two subordinates from a corner of the civilian slum.

One of them suddenly heard something, turned his head, and shivered, his eyes wide as he pointed into the distance, "Boss, look!"

All three looked in that direction and saw a large fire rising in the distance, the location they had just left not long before.

"Boss, they’ve found our last spot," a subordinate said, his voice trembling.

Mu’en said nothing. The distant flames reflected on his face, and after a moment his lips curled slightly, "Good, it seems the plan has truly succeeded now."

"Huh?" Hearing Mu’en’s words, the two subordinates were startled. They weren’t fools; they quickly gaped at Mu’en, "Boss, is this what you..."

"Right," Mu’en spoke slowly, "I know our enemy’s strength better than you. So from the start, the entire plan was designed to fail. Only through failure could it appear genuine, letting the enemy follow us step by step without guarding."

"And what’s next for us..."

"Next, there’s naturally something else planned, don’t dawdle, let’s go."

"Yes." The two subordinates dared not say more, shrinking their necks, and quickly followed Mu’en into the darkness. The night deepened...

...

In the dead of night.

In the street outside the courtyard where Richard was staying, a group of more than ten wizards donning black robes moved quickly, with Franklin, wearing a blue robe, at the forefront, red-haired Promi following closely by his side, and the rest of Franklin’s squad dispersed around.

At this moment, Franklin’s expression was somber, and the others weren’t any better, all seething with anger.

They had every reason to be angry.

They, more than ten powerful wizards, had been chasing a group of ordinary people from morning until late at night and had been thwarted at every turn. Luckily, they had many means at their disposal, patiently unraveling the threads, and finally, they found this place.

Franklin was certain that right ahead was the enemy’s last bastion.

Then let’s see what the other side is made of, what gives them the audacity to have killed four of his men!

"Tap tap tap..."

He walked up to the door, and Franklin, face darkened, didn’t bother to knock. With a mere wave of his hand, the courtyard gate flew off its hinges and crashed into the yard.

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