Naming Technique of the Night-Chapter 791 - 474, Neuronal Connection_2

Jindai Yunhe gave the young man a deep look and turned to drag Qing Chen up the mountain road. He even deliberately quickened his pace, dragging Qing Chen for a full three kilometers along the road before he finally slowed down in front of a narrow path on a cliffside.

Qing Chen said, "You’re scared."

Jindai Yunhe sneered, "A threat from an ant, do you think it has any effect?"

Qing Chen calmly said, "You’re scared."

...

...

After walking for an entire day and as evening approached, Qing Chen finally saw, far beyond the mountains, endless farmland neatly situated upon the land.

This place turned out to be a production base.

Jindai Yunhe, leading Qing Chen with a rope and the latter stumbling behind, walked towards the production base, heading straight for the farmhouses at the end of the fields.

Once they arrived at the production base, Jindai Yunhe took advantage of the night to destroy the signal station there, then turned to Qing Chen, "Don’t even think about calling for help. Otherwise, the people of this entire production base will die because of you."

Qing Chen gave him a cold glance.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Jindai Yunhe wasn’t surprised and continued walking toward the farmhouses.

A middle-aged producer came out wearing a rubber raincoat and carrying a gun, "Who’s there?"

Jindai Yunhe took out an ID from his breast pocket, "Federal PCA Agent, in charge of capturing fugitives in the wilderness. We need to stay here for one night and requisition a diesel vehicle from this production base."

The producer was taken aback, "Don’t move; throw your ID over here!"

Jindai Yunhe casually tossed the ID, which landed right in the producer’s hand. The producer examined it and didn’t find anything amiss, but still said, "Sorry, you’ll have to wait a moment, we need to confirm the information with our superiors."

As he shouted twice into the walkie-talkie, more than ten producers rushed out of the farmhouses, each pointing their guns at Jindai Yunhe.

Above the houses, there were even two metal Storms mounted on the roof.

Nowadays, reports of wilderness people raiding production bases were all too common, and producers were all capable of using weapons. If they couldn’t beat the wilderness people, their fate would be very bleak.

Jindai Yunhe, upon seeing this show of force, merely raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

The producer who went to verify the information came back, "We have no signal here right now, probably because a signal station was damaged by the Great Snow. So, I’ll send someone to repair the signal station. Once your identity is confirmed, I can give you the vehicle."

Jindai Yunhe’s frown deepened as he scoffed coldly, "A bunch of lowlifes dare to point their guns at a PCA Central Intelligence Agency agent; it seems like you’ve grown tired of living."

"Apologies, officer. We’re just following the security protocols of the production base. Please excuse us if we’ve caused any offense," the producer said earnestly.

Jindai Yunhe glanced at the metal Storms on the roof. Even an A-Class wouldn’t casually engage with such heavy firepower at close range; if the Storms crossed fire, an A-Class body would be injured as well.

He paused to think and then said, "Then let’s go inside to rest and warm up for a while, shall we? Look, we’re not even carrying firearms."

The producers looked at each other, and one of them said, "You may enter the house, but don’t make any sudden moves in front of the guns. Keep your hands above your head where we can see them."

Jindai Yunhe complied by raising his hands. Once inside the house without the threat of the heavy firepower, it wouldn’t matter how many producers there were; they would all die.

He led Qing Chen into the farmhouse.

More than ten producers, split into two groups, escorted Qing Chen and Jindai Yunhe slowly to the farmhouse.

However, just as Jindai Yunhe stepped into the house, the safe doors designed to defend against wilderness people instantly closed, cutting him off from Qing Chen who was still outside.

The temporary fortress meant to protect against wilderness people suddenly became a prison that trapped Jindai Yunhe.

Outside, several producers quickly escorted Qing Chen towards the exterior of the farmhouse.

One of them whispered to Qing Chen, "Officer Qing Chen, we are informants for Mr. Shadow and have long been ordered to prepare for your escape."

Qing Chen was taken aback; this rescue turned out to be faster than he had anticipated.

At that moment, sounds of intense gunfire came from behind the closed safety doors of the farmhouse. The guns soon fell silent, but heavy thudding resonated from within the locked doors. Jindai Yunhe seemed to be using brute force to break through, causing the entire three-story building to shake, raining down dirt and dust as the ground trembled.

Outside, the group was escaping. Some people took off their boots to put on Qing Chen, while others removed their cold-weather gear to wrap around him.

Not far from the farmhouse was a diesel off-road vehicle.

A Producer whispered to Qing Chen, "Commander, they’ll take you away while the rest of us stay behind to delay Jindai Yunhe’s pursuit. Go quickly! Head 30 kilometers north. Someone will meet you there again!"

Qing Chen seemed to be touched, "You..."

...

...

Inside the house, Jindai Yunhe’s arms hammered at the safety gate like thunder, unconcerned by the dust falling from the ceiling.

Behind him were six Producers armed and silent, watching silently.

Five minutes passed, and Jindai Yunhe thought for a moment before saying, "It should be about time, open the door."

The safety gate slowly opened, and everyone walked out of the house.

But the next moment, Jindai Yunhe and all his men were stunned.

Of the seven Producers outside, five were now lying in the snow, each with a long gash across their throats, their blood flowing out like rivers.

Jindai Yunhe abruptly looked up at Qing Chen, only to see the young man’s hands and arms shackled, but his weak and defeated body bursting with endless strength.

With the fingers of his unshackled hands, the young man firmly grabbed a Producer by the collar and swiftly approached the last remaining Producer.

In an instant, when the two collided, Qing Chen dropped the Producer he was holding, who had stopped breathing, and fiercely wrapped his arms around the last Producer’s neck.

Struggling, Qing Chen and the Producer fell to the ground together.

The Producer tried to break free from Qing Chen’s grasp, but the young man, as if hugging his neck, sat in the snow and looked at Jindai Yunhe with a miserable laugh, "Your acting skills... are really too crude!"

While speaking, he tightened his arms with force, and a crack sounded as the Producer’s neck was violently twisted and broken.

The severely injured young man, killing adversaries in the snow, appeared exceptionally cool, yet smiled brilliantly.

This extremely contradictory and conflicting scene inexplicably shook those who remained.

The thin frame, even tortured to this point, still had a will of steel.

Laying in the snow and gasping for breath, Qing Chen looked up at the sky, "Wanting to capture me alive without even daring to take the safety off your guns comes at a cost."

Jindai Yunhe’s face turned ashen, "How did you know something was wrong?"

"Did I even need to see?" Qing Chen responded with a laugh, "You carefully plotted a route, made it this far after such a struggle to find that there were no preparations made, and then were threatened with guns? Moreover, those people just now claimed they were spies for Shadow... I might believe it if they said they were spies for Kite Falcon, but claiming to be spies for Shadow? That’s too insulting for Shadow."

"Plus, you’re an A-Class, and the speed at which that safety gate closed—I could have slipped out even if I wasn’t injured, yet you stood there like a fool waiting for it to close," Qing Chen continued with a laugh.

Jindai Yunhe silently observed the tragic young man, having tortured the latter for so long, and yet he still remained calm.

Any ordinary person would have reached for that lifeline by now.

He sneered and said to the few Producers beside him, "Drag him into the house, we’ll perform the neuron connection surgery right now."

Qing Chen calmed down.

So the other side had been intent on destroying his will all along the way to perform the neuron connection right here, using someone else to replace him.

Even if he wasn’t taken north but was instead rescued,

"Qing Chen" would no longer be Qing Chen.

"Transporting equipment to such a remote, backwater place, you really have gone to great lengths," Qing Chen said with a cold laugh.

He had come across information on the civil war within the Federation, given to him by Qing Zhun, not even found in the archives of Intelligence Department One.

The documents showed that more than a month ago during the Federation’s civil war, an elite Jindai unit had infiltrated the south, but the Li Clan and Qing Clan never managed to locate this elite force.

It seemed that, at that time, they had already planned to use neuron connection to replace certain key individuals.

...

There will be another chapter at 11 PM.