Extraterrestrial parasite

"Could it be..."

Chen Yang hurriedly retrieved the archive information and found a photo in a folder.

This photo was completely rendered in 3D by the right hand. The spindle-shaped silver-white object in the photo is the No. 128 Yayuanti spacecraft mentioned by the right hand.

In a photo taken by Curiosity and sent back to Earth, on a piece of sand, four spindle-shaped objects were inserted into the gravel. The exposed appearance was almost exactly the same as that of the Sub-Elementary Spacecraft No. 128.

Just because the photo is black and white, I can't tell whether the four fusiform objects are silver or white. However, Chen Yang had a vague hunch at this time that this should be the same thing as Yayuan Ti.

On the forum, the hacker who exposed this set of photos was obviously very interested in what was in the photos. He marked it with a red circle and asked, "What on earth is this?"

"This is something you don't want to touch!"

Chen Yang had a cold face and immediately closed his eyes and sank into the core of the foundation stone.

After a while, his right hand woke up from the cornerstone core, looked at the photos on the computer screen, and fell silent.

"Sir Screw...maybe it's a coincidence?"

"No, it's not a coincidence."

The tone of his right hand was colder than ever before: "They are my kind. I can tell that they must be my kind."

"similar?"

Chen Yang paused and asked again: "How come your kind...appeared on Mars?"

"They are here to hunt me down."

Chen Yang's expression froze, and he asked with a slow and confused expression, "Pursuit?"

"Why do you think there is a problem with the Stargate... So it is normal for my kind to appear, but the strange thing is why it crashed on Mars?"

He looked at the photo with his right hand: "Anyway, something must have happened to it, otherwise it wouldn't have stayed on Mars forever."

"You mean, it's possible that your kind will come to Earth?"

Chen Yang considered it.

"The possibility is very high...so our plans must be advanced."

His right hand controlled the computer to bring up those personnel information.

"You should know about the candidates here and the boarding house, right?"

"Um……"

Chen Yang was still a little shocked by the news. If his right hand's words were correct, it meant that he didn't know when. There will be a similar one with the right hand arriving on Earth.

Not only is the combat ability likely to be at its peak, but the intellectual ability will never be lower than that of the right hand.

Being able to hunt down a creature like the right hand across the universe shows what a terrifying creature it would be. In short, Chen Yang felt urgently. It was as if there was a knife hanging above his head.

"Sir Screw, I have a question."

Chen Yang asked solemnly: "Even if we complete the plan, will it be effective against your kind..."

"Effect?"

With his right hand, he pointed his ferocious mouthpart at Chen Yang: "What effect do you want? After completing the plan and opening the star gate, I will leave here."

"..."

The word "leave", in other words, actually means "escape", right?

Chen Yang had never seen his right hand behave like this before. Even when he faced members in the past, he never showed any intention of running away.

I didn't expect it... Or can I just say that the creature that can hunt down the right hand is really so scary that it can't even think of resisting?

"Hosting body. I understand what you mean. But it is extremely unwise to try to fight against that kind of guy... Its target is me. As long as I leave here, it will not have any impact on you humans."

The right hand was silent for a moment: "Besides, I don't know if the equipment on it is complete and intact. If it is in perfect condition, then it will be difficult for human beings to fight against that guy with technological civilization."

"Can't we gather the strength of all mankind?"

Chen Yang asked rhetorically.

"This is not a reciprocal relationship. The equipment it possesses, human nuclear weapons have almost no effect on it, but the antimatter it carries is enough to wipe your human Japan off the map."

Chen Yang was silent.

"Fortunately, it is now stuck on Mars, and we don't know what went wrong."

The right hand pointed to the black and white photo on the screen: "But we can't hope that it will stay in this state forever, we must seize all the time."

Chen Yang finally understood the meaning of his right hand, which was a bit unpleasant for a human being. The right hand is a god of plague. It will be beneficial to all living things on the earth to send it away from the earth as soon as possible.

"Then, if we want to implement the plan as soon as possible, Andres must also implement it simultaneously."

Chen Yang picked up the tablet and swiped his finger, and a world map appeared on the screen.

"Andres' talent selection is already halfway through, so it's not impossible to implement overseas plans."

Chen Yang said: "In terms of funds, there are 12 million US dollars in overseas accounts, all of which are legal funds that have been laundered. But to be honest, this amount of funds is far from enough to start implementing the plan."

By intercepting the flow of illegal online gambling funds and stock trading, in just eight months, through transfer and money laundering, the funds that could be used were 12 million U.S. dollars. This is not a slow rate of making money.

But if this money is invested in research, it will be difficult to even make a splash.

Originally, according to the original plan, Apocalypse Technology was developing steadily and would be able to provide at least 100 million US dollars in funding a year later. But time waits for no one. Who knows when the same kind on the right will fly over from Mars.

So plans had to change.

"In terms of funding... you don't need to worry too much. If nothing else happens, we will have a billion US dollars in start-up capital in a week."

"A billion dollars?"

Chen Yang was surprised and said: "Where did it come from?"

One billion U.S. dollars, not just ten U.S. dollars. When converted into RMB, it is more than six billion U.S. dollars. And it's not real estate, it's working capital. It's really hard for Chen Yang to imagine what kind of things he can do to earn a billion dollars a week.

The right hand explained casually, but Chen Yang also felt frightened.

It turns out that this billion dollars, the right hand intends to eat into Carlos Mexico's illegal liquidity.

Carlos of Mexico is the world's richest man with a telecommunications monopoly. He is almost an underground emperor-like figure in Mexico. To be able to step up to the position of the richest man in the world in a country with a chaotic political situation like Mexico, no one would believe that the means of making money are extremely clean.

In fact, after right-hand investigation, it was discovered that Carlos not only has huge power in the white world, but also has irresistible power in the underworld. On the surface, Carlos develops telecommunications business and real estate, but secretly, he is involved in drugs. and arms deals.

The illicit funds involved exceed US$12 billion a year, accounting for just over one-seventh of Mexico's annual global drug trade.

What the right hand obtains is these illegal funds transferred through the Internet.

"Is there any risk in doing this?"

After thinking about it, Chen Yang felt that with the strength of his right hand, he should be able to do this kind of thing very easily.

"There are definitely risks."

The right hand said: "And it's not small. If these funds are intercepted in this way, no matter how they are transferred globally, there will be clues left. I can't erase all the traces."

Chen Yang didn't know what to say for a moment, but he knew that his right hand had opened more than one secret account in dozens of banks overseas. If an ordinary small amount of money is transferred among dozens of accounts and a trace is erased, even if Interpol wants to find clues in so many international accounts, it will be time-consuming and labor-intensive, and it will be difficult to succeed. .

But a billion dollars...

There are simply too many.

It is very difficult to clear one's name, especially when it comes to stealing food from those dangerous people.

"Sir, there is no need to rush..."

Chen Yang muttered: "Let's divide it into batches. It will take a month... No matter how urgent it is, we can't be exposed."

It took a month to conduct payment transactions through the server in batches of small amounts. It was difficult for the bank's system to identify suspicious transactions from the numerous electronic transactions.

By using international underground banks, intermediaries, financial markets, and online casinos to launder money through repeated transactions, one billion US dollars can be hidden in the 1.5 trillion black money every year, making it difficult for anyone to find clues.