Star Hunter.

Chapter 167 The Misfit Prisoner

Chapter 167 The Misfit Prisoner

Although the correct password was not deciphered, the results obtained here have clarified a general direction.

Blue butterfly.

This was Xilin's first concrete encounter with anything related to the blue butterfly.

A blue butterfly is flapping its wings on the screen, and all the symbols that make up this butterfly are information from this source code.

"No wonder the system couldn't decipher it; it turns out it's Blue Butterfly's information," Long exclaimed. The decryption system he carried was the latest decoding system developed by their Andreira family, but the Blue Butterfly's was special because they knew very little about the Blue Butterfly and their communications.

Blue Butterflies are a special category, and it's difficult for those outside the Blue Butterfly Hunter Group to truly understand them. Even the core members of the other three hunter groups aren't confident they can identify even one-tenth of the Blue Butterfly core members. This is because Blue Butterflies don't have names, only code names. When one code name dies, another takes their place.

For example, the leader of the Blue Butterfly is codenamed Blue Butterfly, and all those who have served as the leader of the Blue Butterfly are called Blue Butterfly. As for their real names, basically no one knows them, or those who do know them are already dead.

"Hey, Xilin, is it really impossible to decode any further?" Long said unwillingly, looking at the blue butterfly on the screen. "I haven't heard anything about the blue butterfly in so many years, and seeing this image suddenly is very exciting."

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"I'll give it a try, but this encrypted information is really troublesome. Even with further analysis, we may not be able to get a definite conclusion."

Ten minutes later, the symbols that originally made up the blue butterfly on the screen became 1,024 dots. From a distance, it still looked like a blue butterfly, but the base had been changed.

Xilin rubbed his temples and pointed to the butterfly graphic on the screen, saying, "This is the best we can do. This is the final decoding result, but we don't know which point represents the real information. In fact, the information contained in each base point is complete, but it's just a cover for the real information."

"You mean, out of these 1,024 pieces of information, only one is true? What should we do then? Read every single piece of information?" Long felt his eyes were getting blurry.

That's exactly what I mean.

Xilin moved his fingers and unwrapped all 1,024 messages to read. Messages flashed across the screen one after another. After reading all the messages, Xilin rubbed his forehead.

"They're probably using code words, so it's impossible to tell which message is true. We can't filter them out."

Long opened his mouth, "They used over a thousand messages as a cover, and they even had coded language?"

In this way, there's really no way to know the content of the Blue Butterfly message.

Xilin was helpless. He knew too little about the Blue Butterflies, and had no idea about their usual codes, wording, or grammar. So even if he could decipher these codes, he wouldn't be able to get any definite information.

"Although we don't know exactly what Blue Butterfly's message is trying to convey, the fact that they've started sending messages means they've already begun taking action. Pay attention to recent media reports; something related should have happened."

"The media in Sector S simply won't report the truth." Long moved a control panel next to him. "A few Star Alliance e-publications are paying attention to this, but they're not very efficient. We can only rely on inside information."

Long mobilized the Andrera family's own intelligence network. Regarding the S sector, Long shared this intelligence network with other family members who had arrived in the S sector earlier, and they would also report the latest intelligence to higher authorities.

"There's only some random, irrelevant information, mostly from level three prisons and below. There's not a single piece of information about the important locations in level four and five prisons," Long said, flipping through the information on the intelligence network. "Since all parties have already started taking action, but there's still no unusual activity in level four and five prisons, it means that all parties are acting very discreetly. After all, the people sent here are all elites from their respective sides. Maybe some people in level four and five prisons have already been switched without them even knowing it."

"I remember that the purpose of sending people here was to ensure that those important missions could be released from prison safely, right? If that's the case, then they have no need to escape," Xilin said.

"Some people will replace the people inside for safety reasons. After all, anything can happen in prison, especially in dangerous places like level four and level five prisons. You know, by your hunters' standards, the guards there are at least captain-level personnel, and the people sent by all sides, besides rescuing people, will also assassinate them."

Xilin breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, all those masters were lying low, the real masters.

A storm is coming.

"Forget about that. When the riots break out, we'll seize the opportunity to set some fires and provoke the guards in S-Sector." Long didn't have any other thoughts. His purpose in coming here wasn't to confront those monsters head-on. Since the old man said his abilities weren't up to par yet, he would wait and see just how strong those powerful people really were.

"Hey, how's that puppy?" Long asked.

"She's probably sleeping; her wound is healing quite quickly."

"Are you really planning to take that little guy with you? But speaking of which, that little guy is quite special. Logically speaking, hellhounds shouldn't leave that planet, after all, they haven't finished fulfilling the orders they're supposed to follow throughout their lives."

"If he's like the other hellhounds, I won't bring him along." A stubborn hellhound is a burden to him. As a hunter, an extra burden adds to the danger. Who would risk their life for nothing?

Long nodded in agreement. "That little guy has the ferocity of a hellhound and is quite capable, but he has more self-awareness than a hellhound and isn't as rigid. If you can recruit him into the team, your Sixth Fleet will gain a great asset."

"That depends on his choice."

"What choice?"

"It depends on whether he chooses to be a dog or a human."

Long paused for a moment, then got up and walked outside. "Let's see which one that little guy is."

Upon arriving at the medical room, Xilin and Long looked at the two guys on the ward and were speechless.

The gray cat squeezed the little guy into the corner of the ward, grabbed the little guy's tail, and lay there sprawled out, one of its hind legs even kicking the little guy's face, completely lacking any decorum.

"When did this cat start sleeping so badly?" Long quickly took a picture of the scene; it was rare to see a cat sleeping even worse than him.

"One who stays near ink gets stained black."

Perhaps woken up by being kicked a few times by the gray cat, the little guy opened his eyes and looked pitifully at Xilin when he saw someone coming. He was about to wag his tail when he remembered that the gray cat was holding him, so he gave up on wagging his tail.

"Hey, this little guy's eyes are green!" Long leaned closer to take a look and exclaimed in surprise, "I remember that the hellhounds developed by the base all have red eyes. When I first saw them, I was amazed that the researchers specifically chose hellhounds with red eyes."

"It's a mutation, or one of his parents had a related recessive gene, but it was eventually expressed in him."

Xilin checked the little guy's condition and found that he was recovering very well. In such a short time, the wound had already scabbed over, and the broken leg bone was healing very well.

"You're recovering quite well, but you still need to rest." Xilin patted the little guy's head, picked up the gray cat, freed the little guy's tail, and moved the little guy to the middle of the ward. "Get a good night's sleep, and have a big meal when you wake up."

After setting the rescue room environment to sleep mode, Xilin carried the gray cat and Long out of the rescue room.

"How is it?" Xilin asked Long.

"It feels different from other hellhounds, maybe it really will work," Long said, stroking his chin.

"I'm going back to lie down for a while. Call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

After returning to the lounge, Xilin flicked the gray cat's ears. "Alright, stop pretending to be asleep. Your whiskers are sticking up."

When Xilin and Long went into the infirmary, the gray cat was already awake and didn't seem to want to move. Hearing Xilin's words, the gray cat opened its eyes, looking listless: "I didn't sleep well."

"I can tell, I've never seen you sleep like that before. Did you have a nightmare?" Xilin scratched the gray cat's chin.

The gray cat rubbed against it forcefully, squinting its eyes. "I don't want to be caught by those researchers." The research subjects who were caught were too pitiful. The information the gray cat learned from that base system felt like watching a real horror movie.

"That's why we need to become stronger."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't beat me!" In less than three sentences, the gray cat's arrogant nature was revealed.

"That's not necessarily true; the real powerhouses haven't shown up yet."

How strong is it?

"have no idea……"

On a planet in the S sector, a level-three prison.

The prison, like a fortified fortress, felt cold and eerie, devoid of any human warmth.

This is just one of many Level 3 prison planets in the S sector, nothing special. Level 3 prison planets hold a mediocre position in the S sector; they don't imprison low-level criminals, but compared to those in Level 4 and Level 5 prisons, they're relegated to the background, at least in the eyes of the early warning and guard forces.

Unlike prisons in other star sectors, in Sector S, whether it's a Level 1 or Level 5 prison, once someone is inside, they cannot leave the prison even for a moment until their release date.

For decades or even longer, they never see the light of day, as if they are isolated. Some say that Level 3 prisons are the worst in terms of treatment, because Level 1 and Level 2 prisons still have open fights, at least there are fights to be had, and the prison guards are not too nervous about the prisoners in Level 1 and Level 2 prisons, after all, these are the lower-level prisons in S Star Sector.

The inmates in Level 4 and Level 5 prisons are all somewhat well-known or influential figures within the Star Alliance, making them far more important than those in the first three levels of prisons. Furthermore, the combined population of Level 4 and Level 5 prisons is still less than that of Level 3 prisons. Therefore, each inmate in Level 4 and Level 5 prison has a larger cell and some recreational facilities—though these are nothing more than old, broken media players and projectors with distorted images.

Compared to prisoners in the other four levels, those in Level 3 prisons have no fights to fight, no entertainment facilities whatsoever, and at most, they might have some newspapers or magazines from several or even decades ago, which they can use to wipe their bottoms after reading them.

Therefore, some people who are imprisoned in level three prisons for a long time begin to have mental problems. For those prisoners who are delirious, the impatient prison guards will punish them. After enduring mental and physical torture, prisoners who cannot survive will be thrown away like garbage or used as a dish for the prisoners in the prison.

The elevator doors opened, and two prison guards entered the cells on this floor. The cells were all single-sided, and each cell was separated by a very thick partition, preventing each prisoner from communicating with the others.

Two prison guards, each carrying a whip, emerged from the elevator and approached the entrance to the corridor. After verifying their identities at the checkpoint, the corridor door opened. One of the guards pressed a button, and the wall facing the corridor from the cells became transparent, allowing a clear view of each inmate's condition.

At this time of year, some prisoners on the verge of despair would bar their teeth at the guards to vent their discontent and madness, and the guards loved to see this, because it gave them something to do.

The guard swung the whip, which struck the transparent wall. The contact between the whip and the wall created an instantaneous high pressure. The wall converted this instantaneous high pressure into a high-pressure air wave on the other side. The impact force of the converted high-pressure air wave increased several times or even dozens of times. Depending on the force with which the guard swung the whip, it would ultimately affect the prisoner.

The prisoner who had been leaning against the wall, baring his teeth and claws at the guards, was blasted away by a high-pressure air blast from the wall and slammed into another wall, leaving a bloody welt on his body. His hands and feet were bleeding from the shackles, further aggravating his already unhealed wounds, and blood dripped onto the cell floor.

The prisoner screamed hysterically, whether from pain or despair, it was hard to tell.

Other prisoners could also hear the prisoner's screams, but they were willing to listen because it was the only time they could hear human voices, even screams. After the guards left and the walls changed, they could no longer hear the outside sounds, only their own mutterings and heartbeats.

The two prison guards laughed as they watched the prisoner screaming and rolling on the ground, barely recognizable as a human being, as if they had seen something amusing.

When the prison guards were bored, they would whip each cell, listening to the prisoners' screams, as if this made them feel like they were the bosses. Even if the prisoners in the cells were obedient and hadn't broken any rules, the guards would do it if they wanted, whipping the prisoners severely like they were training animals in a circus.

However, there was one cell they wouldn't whip. Perhaps they didn't know why, but they just felt they shouldn't whip them. Even if they did whip them, it was only occasionally, and they wouldn't whip the inmate in that cell again just because he was quiet. After the guards left, they didn't remember having such a special prisoner.

As usual, the prison guards beat up several cells according to their mood. When they passed by the cell of this special prisoner, they acted as if they didn't see it and walked right past without even glancing at the prisoner inside.

The prisoner in this cell didn't look like a ferocious villain. Instead, he seemed to have an academic air about him and was gentle and refined. His every move was gentlemanly and polite. Even the act of flipping through a newspaper made him stand out in this prison. It felt like such a person should be standing in a spacious lecture hall of a higher education institution, speaking eloquently, rather than silently staying in this sinful, dark, and dirty prison.

This unusual prisoner was sitting on the only chair in the room, reading a newspaper with his other hand, holding a cup in his other hand. Although it was just bitter water provided in the cell, the way he held the cup and drank it gave one the illusion of enjoying a fine tea in an elegant restaurant.

The prisoner's actions of reading the newspaper remained unchanged, unaffected by the changes on the walls, the laughter of the guards, or the screams of the inmates; he didn't even lift his eyes.

However, as the prison guards passed by his cell, the prisoner finally looked up from his newspaper and gazed at the transparent wall outside.

To others, there might only be two prison guards outside, but to this prisoner, there was another figure next to the two guards.

The prisoner smiled warmly, nodded in a casual manner, and then turned his attention back to the newspaper.

The unnoticed figure paused for a moment upon seeing the prisoner, then bowed respectfully before leaving the cell.

In another cell not far from this one, a burly man with a scruffy beard was snoring loudly on his bed. The guards cracked their whips twice to wake him up.

The burly man cried out twice after being whipped twice, sat up blankly, scratched his disheveled hair, and fell back down, but this time he didn't snore.

After the prison guard grumbled as he walked past the cell, the burly man opened his eyes, stood up, looked outside the cell, and said softly, "Zero! I didn't expect it would be you who came in person this time!"

On the big man's arm was a black butterfly tattooed on his arm. The patterns on the butterfly's wings looked very strange, like the face of a devil. Some people called this kind of butterfly a "ghost butterfly".

The Ghost Butterfly is also one of the three major tattoos of the Blue Butterfly Hunters.

When the prison guards returned, the big man was already lying back on the bed. The guards didn't pay any attention, cursing and swearing as they picked a few cells and whipped him a few more times before leaving.

Half an hour later, in a corner of a building not far from the prison, a young man was waiting with his arms crossed.

The young man, who had been hanging his head, suddenly raised it. "Pretty fast."

A figure slowly appears before the young man, transforming from transparent to solid.

"The item has been given to him; the operation will begin at the appointed time."

"Zero, did you see anything else?" the young man asked, because Zero's expression was somewhat serious.

"Someone who shouldn't be here has arrived."

"Who?"

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