I Have A Super USB Drive

by <unknown>

  Chen Chen closed the report sent by X-112 and pulled up the information about the Gross family that was stored in the USB flash drive, but he still did not find anything.

  At this, Chen Chen simply raised his head and said, "X, transmit a final message to the other side — order X-112 and one of the Black Knights to return to reality."

  "Are we giving up on Elysium's dimension?"

  Little X asked.

  "Yup, but before that, I plan to experiment with the USB drive." Chen Chen nodded, then turned and walked toward the room where the portal was.

  Although it had been determined that there were no pathogenic bacteria in Elysium's universe, Chen Chen still put on a protective suit for insurance. When he entered the room where the portal was located, he immediately saw a Black Knight in PK Armor who had returned to reality, bringing X-112's hard drive with him.

  At this point, only one Black Knight was left on the other side of the passage.

  Upon seeing this, Chen Chen did not hesitate anymore. He turned around, went to the laptop, and clicked the cross in the upper right corner.

  With a clicking sound, the dimension portal that had been opened for more than a week was finally closed.

  Nonetheless, after closing the passage, Chen Chen paused in thought, then clicked on the movie again. This time, without Chen Chen having to control anything, a channel had formed automatically like a black whirlpool.

  Moreover, after it opened, a Black Knight walked out from the other side of the passage.

  "X, verify this Black Knight's chip."

  Chen Chen said as he observed the approaching Black Knight.

  "Verified. There's nothing wrong with the Black Knight."

  Little X's voice rang out. "The recording shows that the Black Knight, who was left on the other side of the portal, did see the portal disappear. However, less than a minute later, the portal opened again. The timing ran parallel to our side."

  Chen Chen nodded. "So, the second form of USB drive has the ability to repeatedly launch the same dimension. Good."

  Now that this feature had been verified, it was possible to set a mission deadline for the Black Knight in the future. After the Black Knight entered the new dimension, Chen Chen could temporarily close the channel until the agreed time was up.

  The advantage of this was that the USB drive would have more charging time. The process of utilizing the USB drive would be more flexible too.

  The only problematic part was that after a passage was opened, the movie could not seem to be deleted.

  At this point, Chen Chen suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He closed the movie Elysium once again and checked the storage space of the USB drive.

  Presently, there were as many as a dozen movies in the USB drive.

  Chen Chen looked preoccupied as he stared at these movies. Then, he slowly moved the pointer to the movie Chronicle and pressed [ctrl+d].

  "Swoosh!"

  With a soft "swish", this movie, whose portal had been opened previously, was deleted…

  "As I thought…"

  Chen Chen shook his head. The movies whose channels had been opened could not be deleted, but just now, he suddenly wondered, after the USB drive had initiated a new channel, would the previous channel become invalid?

  Now it appeared to be the case.

  He still remembered that the first time the USB drive reached its second form, he had played the movie Chronicle. At that time, once the channel was opened, the movie could not be deleted even after the channel was closed again.

  Nevertheless, now it seemed that it could still be deleted. The solution was to open the portal of another movie.

  After thinking about it, Chen Chen tried to delete the movie Resident Evil again and it was also deleted successfully.

  "I have basically figured out the rules of the USB drive's second form."

  Chen Chen mumbled to himself.

  As of now, there were probably six rules for the second form of the USB drive:

  Rule 1: When the electric power in the USB drive reached 1 billion kWh, the second form of the USB drive was activated;

  Rule 2: In the USB drive's second form, the movie would open a two-way channel that allowed lifeforms to enter and exit and the world on the other end of the channel was a parallel world similar to the movie's world;

  Rule 3: When just the channel was opened, there was no energy loss. The energy was only consumed by mass entering and exiting the channel. The consumption ratio was the same as the proportion of extracted items in the USB drive's first form.

  Rule 4: The end-position of the channel could be established by playing a particular scene in the movie, but the timeline of the world opposite the channel could not be controlled.

  Rule 5: The activation of the channel could be repeated to a certain degree, allowing temporary closure. After opening a new channel, the previous channel would be eliminated (specifically, the movie switched from being unable to be deleted to allowing deletion).

  Rule 6: The world on the other side of all the channels opened so far had been a world where humanity was extinct. It had not been determined whether this phenomenon was incidental or inevitable…

  Chen Chen sighed to himself as he looked through the rules he had summarized.

  Were these all of the rules of the USB drive?

  No, impossible…

  The USB drive's rules were more than miraculous, yet they made Chen Chen shudder in trepidation.

  When he was shooting the movie, he accidentally discovered that the USB drive seemed to have some hidden rules that he did not know of.

  For instance, the black-clothed villains in the movie and that company in 2025…

  This time, after Chen Chen opened the movie Elysium, he was once again faced with a crisis that he could not deal with. The only thing he could do was to dodge all of it.

  However, though it now looked as if the passage to Elysium's dimension had been closed, the three sculptures seemed to be engraved into Chen Chen's thoughts.

  All this made Chen Chen inexplicably uneasy. Was the crisis surrounding the three sculptures so easily avoidable?

  The other possibility was that perhaps the occurrence in Elysium's universe was the eventual fate of his present reality?

  Chen Chen had no way of knowing...

  Chapter 229: Transporting the Felons |

  While Chen Chen was examining the Elysium dimension, Blacklight Biotechnology had already begun to carry out a new round of expansion.

  With so much left to do in Africa, Blacklight Biotechnology planned to build not just a thermal power station in Windhoek, but also a bunch of new factories in the industrial park of Eco Science City.

  These would be armament factories built in cooperation with the Namibian government.

  This would also be the first private enterprise in Namibia to obtain approval for military production.

  In addition to military production, Chen Chen also added several new electronics factories and various mechanical factories. Such a massive undertaking had attracted the eyes of the world.

  With Namibia having just gotten through the epidemic, investigations and arrests for many cases started up again and the prisoners who had escaped from prison were recaptured.

  All at once, the prisons all over Namibia were gripped by an unprecedented fervor.

  Today was when the third batch of prisoners with heavy sentences in Windhoek, Namibia was transferred to the "high-security" prison.

  Due to the possibility that the prisoners would have accomplices or even attempt a jailbreak, such transfers and evacuations needed to be carried out in secret.

  At this time, one of the prison guards, Brad, had joined the assembly in front of the gate of Windhoek Prison. He was one of the prison guards who was tasked with transferring the felons.

  Currently, besides Brad, there were five other prison guards and a captain-level guard.

  "On this journey, besides being careful, you need to be even more careful. You
must follow the instructions throughout the whole process!"

  The six guards before the gate of Windhoek Prison held their heads high. In front of them was a stern-faced captain. He straightened his back and said loudly, "If these prisoners escape, you'd be given the ax. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, sir!"

  The group responded vigorously.

  "Very well. Everyone, be at rest. Ten minutes later, the felons will be sent out and you will not have time to relax then."

  When they heard this, everyone huddled around and squatted, taking out their cigarettes for a smoke.

  "By the way, Captain."

  Brad suddenly asked rather curiously, "Which high-security prison will the felons be transferred to this time? Is it Nalovatere Prison?"

  "Why do you want to know?"

  The captain glanced briefly at Brad. "It's best not to ask so many questions. When we reach the place, you'll know."

  Brad lowered his head hurriedly.

  In truth, he was harboring some doubts.

  Windhoek Prison was one of the high-security prisons and one of the top prisons in the country. As far as Brad knew, there was no stricter prison in the country than Windhoek Prison. At most, the rest were on equal footing.

  In that case, where would these felons be sent this time?

  Brad was mystified.

  The ten minutes were up soon. As the captain blew the whistle, everyone quickly stood up and patted their buttocks, spat out the cigarette butts in their mouths, and stood in a row.

  The gate of Windhoek Prison was also slowly opening in front of everyone.

  After it was opened, Brad's pupils contracted.

  This was because there were nearly fifty prisoners standing behind the prison gate. These prisoners wore handcuffs, ankle shackles, and numb expressions on their faces.

  "So many of them?"

  The guards secretly muttered to themselves in apprehension. This many prisoners would be escorted only by the six of them. Although they knew that Namibia had just survived a crisis and was severely understaffed, surely this was too much, right?

  Next to Brad, a young prison guard who was just recruited could not stop his legs from trembling a little when he saw the number of prisoners.

  It seemed that the captain too did not expect that there would be such a large number of prisoners on this trip. He frowned slightly and looked at the prison guards and the warden who escorted these prisoners out. "Our truck can't take so many people."

  "It's fine, we've prepared transportation for these prisoners."

  The warden waved his hand carelessly and another truck was driven out. "Two trucks should be enough." The captain said through gritted teeth, "You must lend us more manpower. At least give us a driver."

  "Sure."

  The other party nodded. Following that, the two sides started herding the group of prisoners onto the two trucks. One of the trucks would be driven by the captain himself. The remaining six guards were divided into two teams. One team would take care of the prisoners in the first truck and the other team would take care of the second truck.

  After half an hour of wrangling, the two trucks were finally loaded fully. Brad heaved a sigh of relief. He stared at all the prisoners lying down in the truck and the forlorn team of three on his side, gently closing his hands around his rifle.

  If these felons came up with any unruly notions, his side would be in danger.

  He just had no idea what the higher-ups were thinking. Even if they did not have enough personnel, surely they did not have to send so few men?

  Unless they were about to perform a secret mission, one which would be easily exposed if there were too many involved…

  Brad was caught up in his muddled thoughts when he suddenly heard the conversation between the captain and the warden.

  "You understand how confidential this mission is?"

  "I know. I'll send the people straight to them."

  "That's just one thing. The important thing is, can these guards keep a secret?"

  "These employees have been selected for knowing how to keep their mouths shut."

  "That's good then…"

  Brad heard this exchange and instinctively looked toward the captain, only to see the captain glanced back at him as if sensing Brad's gaze. Brad's heart pounded nervously and he swiftly lowered his head.

  "Sure enough, there's another purpose to this operation…"

  Brad felt a chill run down his spine. He could not help trying to guess who was this "them" that was mentioned.

  Could it be those in North America who secretly reared black slaves? No, impossible, the Parliament would never do that…

  Were they being sold to the rebels in Angola? That did not seem likely…

  No matter how Brad guessed, he could not figure to whom these felons would be sold.

  As the truck started out slowly, Brad noticed that the vehicle was moving west.

  Windhoek Prison was located on the northern outskirts of the city. It was currently midday. Although they were in midsummer, it was still cool and refreshing when the vehicles raced across the plains. Even the stench of the prisoners crammed into the cargo area was not noticeable.

  Under the caress of the cool breeze, many of the prisoners lay down on their stomachs and started to snore.

  Seeing this, Brad, who was originally guarding against a potential riot, gradually relaxed.

  Namibia, which had just recovered from the Blacklight virus, appeared even more desolate than ever. Brad stood up and looked out but only saw the endless horizon in the distance. Occasionally, a few quiver trees stood in a lonely manner on the side of the road. Even though there had been several rounds of cleanups, Brad could still occasionally see bodies at the fringes.

  Those were the villagers who had died on the roadside when the Blacklight virus broke out.

  Brad sighed inwardly. It looked as if there was still a long way to go for this country to rise…

  The trucks traveled for two hours, over about 140 kilometers, and had entered the area of ​​the Namib-Naukluft National Park. After about another hour's journey, they would arrive at Walvis Bay, the city by the sea.

  Moreover, Brad heard that a foreigner had built an international city near Walvis Bay. It was called the Eco City or the Science City or something like that.

  Brad thought to himself that it was a pity he never had a chance to visit that place.

  However, at this moment, the two trucks gradually stopped.

  "Have we reached?"

  Brad and the other two prison guards bolted up straight. They looked ahead but saw that they were still in a deserted, barren area. There was not even a village on the side of the road.

  "Captain, why did we stop here?"

  Before Brad could ask anything, his colleague next to him had poked his head out of the cargo and asked the cab in front.

  "The department we're liaising with will be here soon."

  No one had imagined that the captain would give this answer.

  "We're liaising here?"

  Brad looked around blankly. "But there's no prison here, right?"

  However, before he finished speaking, he heard a rattling sound coming from afar.

  They reflexively looked toward the source of the sound and immediately saw that on the road ahead, an impressive convoy was approaching swiftly from a distance.

  In that convoy, Brad not only spotted two armored vehicles and two trucks, but above the convoy, there was even an escorting helicopter!

  Was this a convoy from the military?

  Brad's eyes bulged with shock. Nevertheless, he saw that the logo on these military vehicles was not the Namibian national flag, but a pitch-black hole…

  "No, that can't be right, that's…

  "Blacklight Biotechnology…!"

  Chapter 230: Black Knight, T-version |

  As they watched the convoy coming closer, everyone became rather stirred up.

  The helicopter quickly approached and hover
ed over their heads. The fierce wind pressure made them unable to even lift their heads.

  The other party's armored car and trucks finally stopped before them. The helicopter finally landed as well and a man with slicked-back hair and gold-rimmed glasses got off the helicopter.

  This was Qian Wenhuan from Mainland China, the general manager of Blacklight Biotechnology!

  Brad had seen this Chinese man on TV many times. Rather, one could say that the chances of seeing this person on TV were greater than the chances of seeing the president of this country.

  Brad felt a faint shock in his heart. He could not imagine that these felons were all being transported to Blacklight Biotechnology. Still, what did they want these prisoners for?

  The words "human testing" suddenly came to his mind for some reason.

  He almost forgot that Blacklight Biotechnology was a biological company. Since it was a biological company, their intentions with the felons were almost apparent...

  "Mr. Qian."

  Brad's captain got off the truck and shook hands with the other man. "All the goods you asked for are here."

  "Good. Ask them to come down."

  Qian Wenhuan took out two cigars and handed one to the captain. A subordinate stepped forward from one side to light both cigars.

  The captain gestured to the two trucks and Brad came back to his senses. He intuitively jumped off the truck, pulled the barrier down, and pointed his rifle at the group of prisoners. "Everyone, get off!"

  At this command, the group of felons leaped off the truck one by one in a listless manner.

  A dozen heavily armed soldiers got out of the armored vehicles owned by Blacklight Biotechnology and escorted the group of felons to Blacklight's own trucks.

  "Mr. Qian, there are fifty of them. No issues."

  After a while, a soldier walked up to Qian Wenhuan and whispered.

  "Great."

  With that, Qian Wenhuan clapped his hands and another soldier came over with a hefty suitcase and offered it to the captain.

  The captain broke out into a giddy smile and took the suitcase.

  "If you're not reassured, you can count it yourself," Qian Wenhuan said.