Chapter 98: The Disgruntled Cat

All six vanguard teams had suffered some degrees of injuries, and excluding the teams of Dias and Lu Suo, another lieutenant commander, the other four teams all suffered different degrees of casualties.

After returning to the starship, Cary was sent to the medbay to receive treatment. Dias followed Shawton to the main starship, whereas Cillin and his team hung around each other.

Thank goodness youre there, Cillin, or we would have lost someone from our team. Xiao Shang smiled at Cillin with both fatigue and gladness on his face.

At the time, Cillin hadnt left for long before Shawton showed up on an aircraft with his men, so the remaining few red-and-black alien beasts gave up on the fight before swiftly escaping.

Cillin waved his hands, Is everyone okay?

Weve all had our wounds treated. Those whore more seriously wounded are still at the medbay, but no ones life is in danger.

Wheres Beaver?

Hes at his personal workshop. Hes processing the information that was brought back to the ship.

A copy of the data was already uploaded to every personnel in the technical analysis team on the Sixth Squadrons main starship. But Beaver was curious about it, and he just had to analyse the data himself.

Cillin arrived at Beavers workshop and knocked on his door. Beaver normally disliked people disturbing him while he was working, and his doorbell was set to silent mode. So Cillin had no choice but to knock on his door.

Beaver finally opened the door after he knocked on it for a very long time. His eyes were completely bloodshot. It would appear that the data analysis wasnt progressing well.

What is it? Beaver said weakly. He exhausted too much energy trying to analyse a mountain of data in a short time, and now his mind was still in a chaotic jumble. He just couldnt shake the feeling that he was missing something.

Id like to borrow your analyser to analyse a sound frequency. Cillin did not walk into Beavers workshop. It was Beavers private land, and Dias aside, no one had ever entered inside, not even the Sixth Squads commander, Shawton himself.

Sound frequency? What sound frequency? The data Dias group had gathered also included some sound frequencies, although they were all the horny skinned beasts and red-and-black alien beasts.

The birds sound frequency.

Beavers eyes flashed, Go sit at the room next door for a minute. Ill analyse it right away.

Nodding, Cillin walked and sat in the small room next to Beavers workshop.

Ceh, look at him being oh-so-mysterious, keeping us cold outside. The gray cat followed Cillin inside and jumped onto the table, requesting Cillin to pour it a cup of fruit juice. After licking it twice with a fussy look, it raised its head and said secretively, Do you want me to eavesdrop next door and see which data hes processing?

Eavesdrop? You can hear the data hes processing? Cillin said in surprise.

The gray cats head shot up to the air in a pompous manner, Of course! All machines let out a specific sound, and all the data they process are spoken through a specific language. Its just that you guys dont know about it, and can only see the calculation results and some parts of the process on a monitor.

Doesnt that mean that if someone invents a machine that can receive and translate this type of machine language, they can eavesdrop wherever they go?

Hearing Cillins words, the gray cat cast him a glance of disdain, Ignoring the fact that whether those shitty low level machines can hear them is a question in itself, even if they could, its highly unlikely they could understand them. For instance, do you understand the native languages of those borderline planets?

So you mean that a different machine will speak a different language. But why can you understand them then? He agreed with the gray cats statement. Cillin knew that it was difficult to understand this machine language, or GAL wouldve invented an eavesdropping machine like this a long time ago. Cillin also had another question in mind: Beavers workshop had pretty good soundproofing, so how exactly was the gray cat able to hear them? Could it be that this machine language wasnt a kind of sound wave?

I dont know, I only know that they are speaking, and that I can understand them. Uh-huh, this is the power of the miracle life of the universe!

Cillin rubbed his chin, and just when the gray cat was complacent enough to float on air he caught one of its ears and changed the subject abruptly, Youre hiding something from us, arent you?

W what? I didnt hide nothing! Suddenly, the gray cats proud feelings were completely blown away by Cillins words.

Trying to cover things up only makes it worse. The second your ears twitch I know exactly what youre thinking in your head.

Nonsense Thats not possible! The gray cat worked hard to control its ears and keep it from moving.

Look at you, all tensed up looking like Ive hit the nail right on the head.

Cillin pressed a button, and a mirror appeared on the wall. In the mirror, the gray cat looked as frozen as it was encased in ice. It was literally so stiff that it could be nothing else but suspicion incarnate.

Stupid little guy; cant even lie to save its own life. How dare you even claim yourself to be a cyborg who has lived over hundreds of years!

The gray cat opened its mouth and attempted to loosen its entire body. Then, it gave up and curled itself into a ball on the table, ignoring Cillin.

Seeing the gray cats disgruntlement, Cillin flicked the gray cats exposed ear tip in amusement, Alright, stop being embarrassed already. This is also a learning process. If you run into some maniac researchers one day, they would scoop everything out of you in seconds and dissect you in detail.

Cillin wasnt trying to frighten it. Some GAL researchers really were bat shit insane, and they literally could do anything at any cost or means for their own purposes. As compared to the recorded cyborgs, the gray cat was absolutely an existence that was far more unique and valuable for research, so Cillin hoped that this little guy could live on its own if the day came when no one had the ability to protect it from harm. At the least, he hoped that the gray cat would not be sold without its knowledge.

The paws covering the gray cats head loosened a little, but its body was still curled into a ball.

Cillin rubbed the curled gray cat roughly, Still unhappy? Youre like a child or something. After a pause, Cillin smiled and said, You found a mineral resource, didnt you?

Mm? How did you know that?! The gray cat abruptly raised its head.

Cillin smiled and did not answer. He had deduced it through the various simple observations, and he wasnt sure himself if it was true. But if the gray cat had reacted this way, then his deduction was most likely correct.

Ive read in some high contribution publications where certain researchers stated that a cyborg will be forced to take a carbon form in certain high energy fields. Its because their machine form will be severely affected in that state.

The gray cat gave it some thought before shaking its head, I dont know. I havent experienced that myself. I do feel a little uncomfortable when I was near the mineral deposit, but it was simply a matter of adapting to it. No biggie.

Is that so. Its probably the white ball then.

Mm. Definitely.

Lets forget the white ball for now. About that energy ore deposit. if I can guess it, then those experienced analysts most definitely could come to the same conclusion.

Ah? The gray cat froze for a second before crying out loud, Its all your fault; if you havent called me over I couldve mined the deposit all by myself! Now weve made them a profit while receiving nothing!

Cillin stretched out his hand and knocked on the cats head once, What them are you talking about! Were in the same Hunter team, you know. If the team finds the deposit, then it will be greatly beneficial for its future development. Whose starship are you going to fly on if there are no mineral deposits? Its not like youre going to do anything but eat them anyway, or am I wrong?

The gray cat pondered for a moment and thought that it was true. But it was still a little reluctant and it muttered in a small voice, But I can use the energy ore deposit to repay my debt

Alright, stop worrying about it already. Cillin rubbed the gray cats head, You saved Cary and found a mineral deposit, so thats 100 million credits off your debt.

Really?! The gray cats eyes lit up. It hadnt been too long before it cleared out one fifth of its debt, had it? It would seem the day it escaped its identity as a debt slave wasnt far away, meow.

While speaking, both Cillin and the gray cat noticed the activity in the room beside them and fell silent. Before long, Beaver walked in and said excitedly, The analysis results are out, and Ive figured out some of our problems as well! Cillin, lets go find the lieutenant commander together. This is a very important clue!

Cillin did not leave, Its okay, you go on ahead and report it to the lieutenant. Just announce the results when its time.

Alright then, Ill be leaving then! Youve done a great service this time, Cillin! Beaver was very excited to be able to come up with greater results than the analysis team on the Sixth Squadrons main ship.

Cillin sat back down after seeing Beavers departure. He already knew about the results of Beavers analysis long ago, and giving him the sound frequency was simply a way to tell Dias through Beaver about the data that was missing from the equation. That being said, now that he looked at it, it would seem that those beasts were not the most important thing of it all.