I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

[Special Ops Kid - Alpha Rhys encounters an unexpected situation.]

[Save File 5 Briefing:]

[Just now, the cargo ship carrying Alpha Rhys has exited warp space. Please monitor the movements of this simulated character to prevent accidental death.]

Huh?

The armed cargo ship carrying the breeding machine is finally about to reach its destination.

Li Nuo hurried to wash up and change clothes, lay on the bed in his pajamas, and swallowed a magical spore.

Before officially possessing Special Ops Kid, Li Nuo used his thoughts to operate on the system interface, changing the name of Special Ops Kid.

The name Alpha Rhys was too high-profile, and it also appeared in Ze Xi's prophecy.

This made Li Nuo feel a little awkward.

He simply renamed Special Ops Kid as Bond.

Without further ado, he loaded the save file and went "online" on the spot.

His consciousness traveled rapidly through the sea of stars, slowing down near a lonely space station.

Li Nuo quickly looked around, searching for any information that might indicate a place name.

He found it.

Three transport ship-like cargo ships were leaving the space station, the hulls uniformly painted, with a line of identical text on the sides:

Nidaleven Sector, 72nd Cargo Fleet.

Combining this with the Mechanicus's intelligence about the Bone Drinkers in the sector, the Nidaleven Sector has already become the Bone Drinkers' lair.

Li Nuo's consciousness entered the ship's cabin, awakened in the body of Special Ops Kid - Bond, and immediately activated the Fungal Ability - Optical Cloaking.

The cargo ship was entering the space station's dock, and there was a broadcast in the corridor.

Li Nuo groped forward in the ventilation duct, gradually making out the content of the broadcast, which roughly stated that after docking, priority should be given to unloading the breeding machine before any other cargo operations could be carried out.

Speaking of that breeding machine, Li Nuo couldn't help but be glad that he had tampered with it enough.

The logic circuits storing the standard Bone Drinker gene templates had been damaged, as were the machine's high-precision electronic components.

Powering up such a machine would guarantee an explosion on the spot, unless a professional technician performed a comprehensive overhaul.

To Li Nuo's surprise, there really was such a professional.

After the breeding machine was unloaded, it was transported by the space station's armed guards to a designated assembly workshop.

Li Nuo smeared his body with "Mao Ge's Black Fur", shielding all electromagnetic detection methods, maintaining optical cloaking, and followed the machine's movement.

The space station's decoration style had a strong Gothic flavor.

Cream-colored marble floors, dark carved walls, and stained glass.

Fluted columns supported the pointed roofs.

The style of the assembly workshop shifted from flamboyant to practical, marble and bricks became steel, and the crowds coming and going included oil-stained servitors.

The servitors had scanning implants, acting as semi-security personnel.

"Mao Ge's Black Fur" paint provided comprehensive anti-detection protection.

As long as Li Nuo didn't collide head-on with a servitor, he wouldn't be detected.

In the vast assembly workshop, Li Nuo saw a figure carefully inspecting the breeding machine.

This person was a Void-born, that is, a human born in space, with a slender body and skin that was faintly purple due to years of exposure to space radiation, wearing the dark uniform of a space station supervisor.

His status in the space station seemed to be not low, and people around him called him "Lord Smith."

Smith found the places that Li Nuo had tampered with, and had someone bring spare parts to install on the spot.

After some repairs, the machine was connected to circuit pipelines and water pipes, and the indicator light in the culture tank lit up.

Smith took out a logic circuit from his pocket and installed it in the breeding machine, filling the gap perfectly.

There was also a gene template in this logic circuit.

After the breeding machine was running, it would refer to this template to calibrate the spores' genes, improving gene purity.

"Put the spores in and test run it for a day. If the spore sac stalk can successfully produce spores by this time tomorrow, it means the machine is working properly."

Smith took out a can of spores emitting a blue-purple light and poured it into the breeding machine's feed port.

The spores and purified water entered the machine's culture tank together, and as the water level rose, nutrients and catalysts were successively put into the machine by the researchers.

Smith instructed:

"After confirming that the machine is operating normally tomorrow, you will use a holographic scanner to scan its structural diagram and send it to Assembly Workshop No. 3. The work of imitating the machine and cultivating spores will be carried out simultaneously, and neither can be delayed, understand?"

"Yes, Lord Smith." x5

The researchers respectfully saw Smith off.

Li Nuo aimed at the spores in the culture tank and released Analysis Fungus, confirming that these were the Tzeentch-corrupted Bone Drinker parasitic spores.

Li Nuo pondered for a moment, then silently followed Smith out of the assembly workshop.

The two of them twisted and turned through the corridors of the space station, eventually arriving at the heavily guarded space station supervisor's office area.

The office area required a biometric identification code to enter, and the person called Smith disappeared from Li Nuo's sight.

Li Nuo wandered around the space station, roughly understanding his location.

This was the space assembly factory under the name of Nidaleven XV, used to produce industrial equipment that was not suitable for operation in an atmospheric environment.

Li Nuo took out fluorescent reagent from the fungus warehouse and took the opportunity to test the space station's sewage pool.

The reagent did not react, indicating that the number of Bone Drinkers in the space station was not very large, not enough to make the sewage constantly contain large molecules of phosphate esters.

Everyone involved in cultivating parasitic spores and imitating breeding machines thought they were engaged in some kind of scientific research.

Li Nuo thought to himself, after the breeding machine was confirmed to be operating normally, this machine would be used to cultivate parasitic spores.

When the first batch of parasitic spores was freshly produced, everyone in the space station would not be able to escape, and would definitely become the parasitic targets of the Bone Drinkers.

Li Nuo stopped in an uninhabited corner, pondered carefully, and weighed various options.

Finally, he made a decision.

"I want to report to the Imperial Department of Justice, but the whistleblower cannot be related to my hive world governor identity. With my intelligence network in Epimeteus, it is impossible for me to have access to the situation here. So, I have to find a suitable identity to send the report."

The Imperial Department of Justice does not recognize unsigned reports.

That is to say, the whistleblower must have a legitimate identity.

A space station for non-military purposes does not have an astropath stationed, but it does have a satellite communication array for interstellar communication within the local solar system.

Li Nuo needed to find someone with satellite communication privileges and use them to report to the Imperial Department of Justice within the local solar system.

Wandering around the space station, Li Nuo found the space station's deputy supervisor.

This person's data slate had a satellite communication icon, but it required a password to be entered before it could be activated.

The genetic fragments of Special Ops Kid - Bond only had gene functions related to transformation, and could not obtain memories by eating the target like a Mudman.

So he had to obtain the password through close surveillance.

Li Nuo followed the deputy supervisor for more than two hours, but the deputy supervisor showed no signs of sending a satellite communication message.

This won't do, he had to turn passivity into initiative.

Li Nuo found a safe place, let Bond transform into a metal plate of the ventilation duct, and then went offline on the spot.

Getting out of bed, changing into work clothes, Li Nuo pushed the door open and left the bedroom.

"Master? Are you going to work overtime?" Brandi was repairing the parts on her body. Seeing Li Nuo coming out in work clothes, she immediately got up and asked.

Li Nuo waved his hand at her and walked towards the door:

"You continue to repair, I'm going out for a while, I may be back later tonight."

"Okay, Master." Brandi sat back at the table, applying lubricating oil to the sliding bars in her body.

Li Nuo left the residence, passed through the catalyst laboratory, and came to the corridor outside.

Mona and Wick were on duty tonight.

The two looked at Li Nuo together.

"Which of you is better at cracking the key on the data slate?" Li Nuo asked.

Wick clenched his fist and hammered his chest, looking confident, "I can crack dynamic passwords below 256 bits in half an hour."

Mona glanced at Wick's ostentatious appearance and said calmly:

"Passwords below 1024 bits, 15 minutes."

"Damn, you're so awesome?" Wick was shocked, and a vulgar word blurted out.

Mona gave Wick a white eye.

Li Nuo chuckled, snapped his fingers, "Mona, come in and help. Wick, call someone over to replace Mona."

"Roger." Wick connected to the internal communication and muttered in his helmet.

Li Nuo turned and returned to the catalyst laboratory, and instructed Mona behind him:

"Lock the door and turn off all external sensors on your body."

Mona locked the door backhand, took off her helmet, removed the combat recorder and headset, and pressed the back of her head under her hair, taking out a black metal sheet from the brain-computer interface.

Li Nuo checked with an electromagnetic scanner to confirm that Mona had disconnected all external sensors.

"Take a look, what style of data slate is this?" Li Nuo drew the data slate in the hands of the space station's deputy supervisor on paper.

Mona glanced at it and quickly gave the answer:

"Narrator Type 2, a very common style, there are production lines in various forge worlds and industrial worlds, supports up to 512-bit dynamic encryption."

Mona thought for a while and added:

"Dynamic passwords are generally calculated by filling in the local time into an encryption form. At the highest security level, we need to complete a 512-bit dynamic password verification within 10 seconds, otherwise the data slate will lock and can only be unlocked by a data-adept from the Adeptus Mechanicus."

"10 seconds to enter a 512-bit dynamic password?" Lino was slightly stunned.

"That's right, 10 seconds to enter 512 bits. Incorrect input or exceeding the time limit will cause the data slate to lock. People who require encryption will implant themselves with relevant implants. When a password needs to be entered, simply scan your implant with the data slate."

Lino realized, "Like using a fingerprint to unlock?"

"Yes, but the security is higher than fingerprint unlocking. Because implants can be customized and are hidden inside the body, others generally won't know what implant the user of the data slate used to unlock it."

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Lino asked, "Is there a way to find the implant that unlocks the data slate without alarming the target?"

"There is a way, but it's only theoretically feasible, and the risk of actual action is relatively high."

Mona crossed her arms and pondered as she replied:

"The implant that unlocks the data slate needs to be calibrated on time to prevent the dynamic key inside the implant from being out of sync with the data slate. To be safe, even if the data slate doesn't need to be unlocked temporarily, the implant's dynamic key must be calibrated every 3 hours. The part where the cable connects is where the implant is located."

"Okay, I understand. Wait for me here." Lino stood up and quickly walked into the private laboratory.

Re-accessing Bond's "account", Lino went straight to the space station's atomic clock.

This device was placed in the very center of the space station's lobby, resembling a Big Ben shrunk to a height of two meters.

In the past two hours, the space station's deputy director had not approached the atomic clock.

If Mona's deduction was correct, the deputy director would soon come here to calibrate the implant in his body.

Here, it must be mentioned how terrifying the mechanization modification of the Warhammer world is.

The space station's director, deputy director, and the managers of each workshop do not sleep.

They cut off their eyelids, replaced their eyes with artificial eyes, and also partitioned their brains, so that the left and right sides of the brain could work and rest separately.

After the left brain works for 12 hours, it sleeps, and the right brain takes over and continues to work. Thus, a 24-hour Warhammer workaholic appears.

Lino waited next to the atomic clock for 10 minutes, and sure enough, he saw the deputy director swaying over, holding a cup of warm machine oil to lubricate the mechanical organs in his body.

He finished the machine oil in one gulp, pulled out a cable from two inches under his armpit, and connected it to the slot on the side of the atomic clock.

"Zzzzz..."

The sound of electricity traveled along the cable into the deputy director's body, and the latter shivered violently, squeezing out a long sigh from his throat that Lino seemed to recognize.

"Oh~ yeah~~~~"

Okay, it seems that after the level of mechanization modification reaches a certain level, they all like this.

Lino moved closer to take a look and found an implant with flashing green dots two inches under the other party's armpit.

This thing should be the carrier of the electronic key.

Lino found a safe place to "log off" again and returned to the catalyst laboratory.

"Mona, what's the next step after finding the implant? Scan the implant directly with the data slate?"

Faced with Lino's inquiry, Mona's gaze lingered in the direction of the private laboratory for a few seconds, and her expression became a little strange:

"You wouldn't be hiding someone in the private laboratory, would you? But I've been on duty all day today and haven't seen anyone go in."

The corner of Lino's mouth twitched slightly. He reached into his pocket, took out a bead, and tossed it over:

"Here, hush money. This thing can be eaten directly."

Mona raised her hand to catch the light green bead, and the expression on her face became even stranger, "What, are you going to kill someone to silence them? Tido did want me to keep an eye on you in secret, but you don't have to do this."

Lino patted his forehead, speechless.

Mona raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if a little proud.

She flicked the bead with her fingertips and put it into her mouth, and immediately felt a thorough coolness.

After this energy passed, she jumped up from the chair, staring around with wide eyes, as if she had just parted the clouds and saw the true appearance of the world for the first time.

"Tell me what to do next, Mona. You'll have plenty of time to feel the changes later."

Mona looked around while speaking quickly:

"The scanning method of the Narrator 2 data slate has two types. One is conventional, just press the scan button. The other is used to scan electronic keys, you need to press the scan button three times in a row, and after the red dot next to the lens lights up, you can scan the implant... My vision has suddenly become much clearer. Your bead is too magical..."

Lino left the constantly exclaiming Mona and returned to the private laboratory to log into Bond's "account".

The space station's deputy director was standing next to the atomic clock, enjoying the pleasure brought by the electric shock.

Lino waited aside for a while and followed the other party into the washroom.

The deputy director seemed to be preparing to excrete solid impurities.

Taking advantage of the other party entering the cubicle of the toilet, Lino went up and used a Mind Lock, lightning-like pulled out the data slate from the other party's pocket, and pressed the scan button three times in a row.

The red indicator light came on.

Lino raised the deputy director's arm and pointed the scan port at the other party's armpit.

The following text appeared on the data slate:

"Key scan successful, all functions of the data slate have been unlocked."

Lino opened the satellite communication interface. The interface format that came into view was similar to an email box, with three options: "Inbox", "Send Satellite Message", and "Draft Message".

Lino used Mind Lock to control the deputy director, entered the prepared message, and clicked send.

In this satellite communication message, Lino directly named the existence of the Bone Drinker breeding machine and briefly introduced the purpose of this machine.

Several lines of text refreshed on the screen:

"The message has been sent through the space station's satellite communication array."

"Received a reply from the Department of Justice of the Hive World - Volsk Empire, confirming that the other party has received your satellite communication."

Lino nodded secretly, opened the cover of the data slate, and destroyed the memory and logic circuits from the physical layer.

He reassembled the data slate as it was, stuffed it into the deputy director's pocket, and after confirming that he had not been discovered and recorded by anyone or any equipment, he quietly left the cubicle.

After about half a minute, the dazed deputy director came back to his senses, muttered, and pulled down the zipper of his pants, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Until...

"Bang!"

Director Smith pushed open the door of the washroom, kicked open the partition of the cubicle, and his pale purple face was filled with anger:

"What the hell did you do?! I'm asking you, what the hell did you do?!"

The rage made Smith's features extremely distorted, looking like he was about to eat people alive.

But the deputy director didn't react at all.

The hot machine oil he drank had undergone an electrolytic reaction under the action of electricity, and a certain substance precipitated from the machine oil brought him great sensory stimulation.

In order to prevent his subordinates from seeing his ugly state, he specially came to the cubicle of the washroom to carry out a sacred scholar's sprint.

In a fit of anger, Smith took a laser pistol from the waist of an armed personnel behind him and aimed at the deputy director to continuously pull the trigger.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..."

The thumb-thick red laser burned through the deputy director's head, and he couldn't escape from the sensory stimulation even in death.

Smith took out the data slate from the other party's waist, operated it for a while, but the data slate locked because there was no key.

"Damn it!" Smith threw the data slate away, trembling with anger, and shot the data slate into a mess with the laser pistol.

An armed guard rushed in from outside the door and shouted loudly:

"Director, many Imperial Department of Justice warships suddenly came outside the space station! Our shields have been penetrated! They want us all to go to the dock to accept inspection!"

"Close the dock! Raise all the external armor plates!" Smith roared through gritted teeth.

The armed guard was stunned for a moment, "But Director, that's the Imperial Enforcement Department."

Smith grabbed the armed guard's collar, his eyes widened in anger:

"What about the Imperial Enforcement Department? This is the sector governor's private industrial space station. Are you working for the Enforcement Department? Tell the judges and arbitrators outside that we are ready, and we will naturally let them come in for inspection! Go!"

Smith roared and kicked the armed guard out of the washroom.

After all the personnel left, he locked the door of the washroom, took out a syringe from his close-fitting pocket, and bit his teeth to stab it into his neck.

"Thump..."

Smith fell to the ground, struggling and twisting in pain.

A slight blue-purple light scattered from the back of his waist.

The fabric of the clothes on the back of his waist wriggled violently, as if something was about to leave the body.