I write obituaries for the gods

"Do you know this company?" Jiang Zhengge asked Wu Hao.

“They’re one of the contractors for the dark web. Many dark web mercenaries buy their equipment from this company. They have a good reputation in the underworld, but their main body isn’t in Yudu,” Wu Hao said.

"Can you crack it?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

"What a coincidence, it really is no problem... Give me a data cable."

Wu Hao reached out his hand to Jiang Zhengge. Jiang Zhengge hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to take out a pre-prepared data cable from inside his trench coat and hand it to him.

Wu Hao clearly noticed Jiang Zhengge's hesitation and chuckled softly:

"Ha, you still don't believe me even now?"

"Put yourself in my shoes, if you were me, would you trust yourself?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

"That's true."

Wu Hao tossed his hair aside, plugged the data cable into his brain-computer interface, and then inserted the other end into the dirty bomb's data interface.

The moment the data cable was plugged in, a flash of red light appeared in his eyes, and his body convulsed—

"Welcome to Craigson Industries..."

"Is your brain-computer interface also a product of this company?" Jiang Zhengge asked, looking at the electrical sparks on Wu Hao's neck.

“Yeah…” Wu Hao chuckled. “Heh, if it weren’t for me, were you planning to die here today?”

Jiang Zhengge remained silent.

Wu Hao pinched his nose hard, then began to manipulate the dirty bomb's control panel.

During the operation, his brain-computer interface would occasionally spark with electrical activity.

"Hey, can you take this?" Jiang Zhengge shouted.

"Quiet!" Wu Hao growled. "I can..."

The data stream was washing over his brain, stimulating his cortex; the information was like stones falling into a lake, stirring up dust on the lakebed.

Those pebbles hidden in the dust have once again been brought out by the torrent of memories.

"Zizzizi..."

"Angkor, wake up!"

Someone gently pressed his face next to the pillow.

"Brother Wu, will you treat me or not?"

At the other end of the table, she was looking at the menu.

"Please be careful, okay?"

Before diving, the girl hugged him.

"Don't act rashly, listen to Lao Jiang more."

"Old Jiang!"

In the torrent of memories, Wu Hao roared instinctively.

"What color is the indicator light? Tell me! Tell me what to do!"

Seeing Wu Hao's eyes flashing red, Jiang Zhengge immediately checked the indicator lights on the panel and shouted:

"red!"

"red..."

Wu Hao raised his head in the blizzard and struggled forward.

He placed one hand in front of his head, and as the snowflakes struck his arm, they burst into bursts of red light, transforming into vortexes of data.

"red..."

"Why shouldn't the truth about the deep-sea diving operation be revealed!"

He slammed his fist on the table and roared at Hua Molan on the other side.

"So many comrades were killed by the Foundation! Xiao Fang was killed by the Foundation too! They're all dead!"

“This is based on many considerations,” Hua Molan lowered her head slightly, “I understand your feelings, Wu Hao, but…”

"You understand your mother!"

Wu Hao suddenly ripped off his work ID and slammed it onto Hua Molan's desk.

"I'm telling you! If you don't make it public, I will! Eventually, someone will believe it!"

“Wu Hao,” Hua Molan’s voice became stern, “for your own sake, don’t do anything stupid.”

"Stupid thing? Fuck your stupid thing."

"Oh!"

He slammed the door and left, shouting the truth to everyone he encountered on the street, but the crowds simply avoided him.

He rushed out of the Bureau of Investigation building; it was raining on the street.

He rushed to the center of the square, opened his arms, and shouted:

"That storm was no accident! It was a deep-sea diving operation! The Foundation killed four Section One investigators, fifteen Section Two investigators, and thirty-six crew members!"

"They didn't tell the truth! They hid the truth!"

He shouted, and the crowd avoided him, thinking he was a madman.

The rain soaked him to the bone. He felt as if he were melting in the rain, his internal organs and senses gone, only the cold was real.

cold.

He remembered rushing into the foundation's gates, shouting "A life for a life," and then being beaten half to death by security.

He remembered meeting with newspaper reporters; the cowards refused to expose him, while the noble fought for the truth and then disappeared forever with the news.

In order to make money, he started taking orders from the black market. When he received his first dirty money, he was leaning against the wall of the sewer, treating his wounds.

Red blood seeped from his wound.

red.

"Zizzizi!"

Wu Hao suddenly opened his eyes, and the information inside the dirty bomb was printed on his retina.

“It’s too late…” Wu Hao murmured, “The dirty bomb has already entered the detonation process and cannot be deactivated.”

He looked at Jiang Zhengge, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.

"But... there is a way..."

"That means reducing the explosive force to a minimum, confining it to the lowest level of the prison..."

......

Chapter Twenty-Two: He Never Left the Abyss

"With so many helicopters, is the Bureau of Investigation going to go crazy?"

Li Zhanyi put down his binoculars and looked at the group of helicopters in the sky with his naked eye.

"It seems things are in disarray internally," Lin Chen said in a low voice. "Senior, do you have any news?"

"The information is tightly controlled; we can't find anything right now," Hua Luori said. "But judging from the timeline, the situation inside is not optimistic..."

Hearing this, Lin Chen felt his heart tighten slightly.

To avoid being monitored, he did not contact Section Chief Jiang and instead waited silently outside for a signal.

According to the original time estimate, the jailbreak shouldn't have taken this long.

"Wait another fifteen minutes," Lin Chen said in a low voice. "If there's still no news, we'll storm in."

“No, this is pointless,” Hua Molan said. “The W weapon will send you into the warp. We can’t afford to lose any more of our own people.”

“Lin Chen, don’t be impulsive,” Li Zhanyi tugged at his sleeve. “Trust Lao Jiang.”

"certainly..."

Lin Chen let out a soft breath and stared at the Investigation Bureau building.

"Of course I believe in Lao Jiang."

......

Do you...believe me?

Wu Hao raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhengge.

A smile appeared on his face, and sparks flew from the brain-computer interface.

"Are you sure this will work?" Jiang Zhengge asked in a low voice.

Confining the explosion to the lowest level of the prison sounds like a pipe dream.

Jiang Zhengge was unfamiliar with Craigson Industries' products and was unable to make an accurate judgment.

At this moment, Wu Hao seemed to be his only support.

“If nothing else works… this is the only option left,” Wu Hao’s expression twisted. “To be honest… I don’t even know if it will work…”

As he spoke, two streams of blood flowed from his nose.

"Your brain is overloaded," Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice.

"Nonsense... I've been locked up in this hellish prison for so long... and nobody's updated my hardware."

Wu Hao's vision was filled with chaotic illusions, and he could barely keep talking to Jiang Zhengge.

"Alright, let's go. You can't stay here. What if I succeed?"

Aren't you leaving?

"I'm leaving? If I leave, who the hell will maintain the connection?! Cough cough..."

Wu Hao coughed forcefully twice, and drops of blood splattered onto the dirty bomb's panel.

At this point, the countdown on the panel had 3 minutes and 15 seconds remaining.

Wu Hao struggled to lift his head and look at Jiang Zhengge's face.

When he saw his expression clearly, he smiled sarcastically:

"How come... now... you're reluctant to let me die?"

“I never wanted you to die,” Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice. “I bear some responsibility for how you turned out this way…”

"You're responsible again? Fuck you, it's none of your business!"

Wu Hao pointed at Jiang Zhengge's nose and launched into a tirade:

"It's none of your business that I've become like this! I became like this because I was too fucking weak, so weak that fifty-five comrades died at sea, and I couldn't reveal the truth to the world!"

"Your crime isn't this... Your crime is... It's that you pretended none of this happened! You pretended everything was fine!"

"You... Hua Molan... you're just like those beasts in the Foundation! You covered up the truth! Those were fifty-five living lives! Did they deserve to die in the shadows for the sake of the bigger picture?!"

Wu Hao's eyes flashed red, and he opened his arms, panting as he looked at Jiang Zhengge.

As he watched, his body gradually relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on his distorted face.

"Hua Molan is already dead. If you, this bastard, also die here, then the truth about the Black Abyss will never be known..."

Wu Hao murmured:

"Get out of here... Jiang Zhengge... Get out of here!"

"Bearing the truth of the Abyss..."

"Survive..."

At this moment, Wu Hao's brain-computer interface sparked again:

"Zizzizi..."

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Wu Hao clutched his head and screamed in agony. He frantically pressed down on the data cable with his hands to prevent the connector from popping out.