Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 43
“It’s about time.”
Darius Bayes raised his head, and his brown eyes reflected the gray shadow of the cell door. His cellmate nodded and immediately lay down on the bed, clutching his stomach and screaming loudly, rolling from side to side. His acting was so realistic that it was almost convincing enough to make someone believe he really had a stomach ailment.
Darius pressed the buzzer on the door, and soon, the special glass turned transparent. Two guards, holding guns, stood cautiously in front of the door.
“What’s going on?” asked the older guard.
“My cellmate.” Darius tried to make his face, which wasn’t good at expressing emotions, show a look of urgency. “His stomach condition flared up again, and it looks very painful. Can you call the doctor?”
The cellmate let out a scream louder than a pig being slaughtered. The guards seemed moved. The older guard gestured to his companion to wait outside and then opened the cell door, entering the room and squatting by the bed to check. Darius glanced at the older guard, who was holding a gun, nervously pointing it at the cell, ready to shoot if the prisoners made any sudden moves.
“How long has he been sick?” asked the guard, squatting by the bed.
“Uh, I’m not sure. Maybe about twenty minutes. I thought it was just his usual problem. You know, usually, he gets better after a few minutes, but today it seems especially serious.” Darius followed the pre-arranged script. “Can you call a doctor? Or take him to the medical room? Oh God, he looks really bad.”
The guard carefully observed the cellmate’s expression, seemingly trying to judge from his pale face and cold sweat whether it was a disguise. But it was all in vain. In the end, the guard was still deceived by the realistic performance.
“It’s a special time.” He turned to Darius, as if Darius were the patient’s family. “We can’t find a doctor for now. I’ll go to the medical room to see if there’s any painkiller. Try to hold on.”
“What? Painkillers?” Darius frowned. “If painkillers worked, why would we need a hospital! Hurry up and get the doctor! You damned pirates!”
The guard, looking as if he couldn’t be bothered, turned and walked out of the cell, telling his companion. “You watch them here. Report anything to me. I’ll go to the medical room.”
“I… I’ll go with you,” the younger guard seemed reluctant to take the task.
“Stay here and watch them. Prevent them from playing tricks.” The older guard firmly patted his companion’s shoulder and walked down the corridor.
The guard left behind awkwardly looked at the two prisoners. “Don’t panic. Just hold on a little longer.”
Darius stood still for a while, hearing the footsteps in the corridor disappear, then said to his cellmate, who was rolling around clutching his stomach. “Hold on a little longer. The medicine is coming soon.”
This was their agreed signal, meaning: the plan is entering the second phase.
The cellmate suddenly let out another scream, convulsing all over and occasionally retching.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Darius asked with concern.
The reply was broken moans.
“Hey! You!” Darius made a gesture to the guard outside the door. “Can you check when the medicine will arrive? My friend is almost dying!”
The guard hesitated. “But I…”
“Why don’t we take him to the medical room? Even if there’s no doctor, at least we can use some medical equipment and find some medicine easily,” Darius said, lifting his cellmate’s shoulder. “You take his legs!”
“Uh, you…” The guard hesitated, but the patient’s screams eventually moved him. He slung his submachine gun across his body and stepped forward, lifting the patient’s legs.
“Be careful!” Darius advised.
“Shut up…” The guard muttered. They carefully lifted the patient and moved cautiously towards the door.
As soon as they got out of the cell and entered the corridor, Darius suddenly let go!
The guard, unsteady on his feet, almost stumbled to the ground. In his panic, he released his grip, and the patient cried out as he fell. Darius jumped over his cellmate’s body, punching the guard to the ground. The cellmate then got up, grabbed the guard’s weapon, and threw it to Darius.
“Sorry.” The Major General aimed the gun at the guard’s head and pulled the trigger. Then he returned to his indifferent expression. The performance was over.
“Who would have thought there were no surveillance cameras in the prison? These pirates are indeed fools. Huh, Zorda?” Darius asked, holding the gun.
“The prison’s computer and the outside seem to be different systems. But that’s natural, right? To prevent external hackers. But internal attacks can make them crumble instantly.” His cellmate, Zorda, searched the guard’s body, finally removing a silver communication terminal from his neck. “I heard that everyone on Joanna’s fleet is equipped with such a terminal, which can directly link to their AI. Very convenient.”
“Joanna’s AI is really powerful.” Darius slowly walked down the corridor, guessing that the medical room should be in that direction. The older guard had just gone that way. “It can bypass five mid-range AIs, controlling Hecate’s central computer. Can you handle it alone?”
“Take it slow, you’ll get it done eventually. First, release the virus and cut off all contact with the outside world. Then, analyze the central computer in Milantu and steal the administrative rights. If I’m not mistaken, that AI is mounted on the Lady of the Night. We just need to cut off its link to Milantu,” Zorda said with a pleased smile as he fiddled with a small terminal. “After all, no matter how advanced an AI is, it was still created by humans.”
Darius had already disappeared. Shortly after, gunshots echoed from the end of the corridor. At the same time, Zorda cracked the prison computer’s password and transferred himself as the administrator. The doors along the corridor opened one by one, and Empire soldiers disguised as prisoners walked out in pairs. Without needing any orders, they automatically formed a long line and began counting their numbers under the supervision of Major General’s aide, Leibniz.
“All present!” Leibniz, his previous gloom swept away, looked at the daredevil squad that had followed the Major General deep into enemy lines with a proud and spirited expression, feeling a genuine sense of pride as if victory was just within reach.
“Don’t get too excited yet,” Darius Bayes said as he walked slowly down the corridor, carrying a gun, having dealt with the lone guards. “If you get complacent over a small gain, you’ll end up like those brainless pirates.”
“You’re right!” Leibniz saluted the Major General.
The Major General’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Continue with the plan. Zorda, where do we go next?”
“The prison is sealed, but there’s an emergency escape route underground that leads to an underground parking lot near the spaceport. I’m opening it now.”
“Is that place far from the Milantu command tower?”
“It’s right next to the command tower.”
“Excellent.” The Major General tilted his head. “Let’s go, boys. We’re taking the command tower… Oh, and first, we need to grab some weapons.”
In the next ten minutes, the prison’s armory was ruthlessly looted.
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