Chapter 567 Bluewing
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“I didn’t use my family name when I came back. I wanted to climb on my own and test my limits. I wanted to see how far I could push myself and gain experiences I’d never find while hiding in a bubble.
“I know I can’t reach the top on my own. Only by following Queen can I see the bigger world. With the future wide open and a chance to give everything to my country, why would I ever say
no?”
“Thanks for trusting me, Astrid. I can’t guarantee you everything, but if you join me and this squad, you’ll gain way more than you ever did running apany.”
Astrid lifted the 1907 Heidsieck Champagne, The Silent Ship, from the table, poured herself a ss, and tapped it against Tilda’s. “Queen, I’ve always trusted youpletely.”
<i>Honestly</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>trust </i><i>you </i><i>even </i><i>more </i><i>than </i><i>I </i><i>trust </i><i>myself</i><i>. </i>
<i>Only </i><i>you </i><i>can </i><i>take </i><i>us </i><i>to </i><i>ces </i><i>we </i><i>never </i><i>even </i><i>dared </i><i>to </i><i>dream about</i><i>! </i>
The ne touched down.
A luxury car arranged by Benedict was already waiting for Tilda and her team.
They headed straight for the edge of Jeselton.
Jarrett whispered, “Queen was right. That Jeseltonndmark is nothing but a front for the realwork center.”
“Of course. It’s just bait. So many countries are on edge about Cethend’s rapid growth, watching every move and doing whatever it takes to steal secrets through cyber attacks. The battlefield of the future is the inte–silent but deadly, with no smoke, only invisible wounds everywhere.”
“And it won’t be limited to this site. There are likely backup servers scattered across the country with different clearance levels. We only have Level One ess–there’s no way they’d give us the full picture.”
While they talked, the car rolled to a stop.
They had arrived at a deserted factory.
The ce looked old and ready to copse.
Stepping out, Theo frowned. “Uh… are we sure this is it?”
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“Yes. This way, please.”
The driver led them through the wrecked factory.
Tilda smirked. “Pretty sinart disguise. Let’s see what they’re hiding.
They followed the driver down a dusty hall filled with shattered ss.
Soon, they reached a room deep inside.
The driver pulled back a rug, revealing a keypad lock.
He took out an ID card, scanned it, and entered a code.
Boom-
The floor rumbled as a hidden door slid open.
A spiral staircase led into the dark below.
The driver bowed slightly to them. “My part ends here. Mr. Benedict is waiting downstairs.”
“Thanks.”
Without hesitation, Tilda and her team headed down.
After about five minutes, light appeared.
Two men stood waiting. They were identical.
One wore a sharp ck suit. He was expressionless, looking serious—clearly the type who never joked around.
The other wore casual clothes, flip–flops, a ?ap, hands shoved into sweatpants pockets, grinning wildly.
The serious one was Wesley, the younger brother. The rxed one was Benedict, the older.
They looked alike but gave offpletely different vibes.
Both were legends in Cethend’s hacker world, now leading the country’swork tech.
Jarrett and the rest felt their hearts pounding. They all admired strength.
Besides Tilda, those two guys were the strongest hackers they had evere across. <fn9000> For original chapters go to findnovel</fn9000>
“Wee, Comet Squad, to the national secret base–Bluewing.”
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After greetings and handshakes, Benedict cheerfully guided them to the elevator, chatting along the way.
Wesley stayed silent with a cold face the whole time.
Theo leaned in and whispered, “Um… Mr. Benedict, did we mess up? Mr. Wesley looks super mad.”
“You’ll get used to him. He’s always like that—tough on the outside, but warmer than anyone once you get close. You’ll see, he’s a good guy. Right, bro?”
Wesley shot Benedict a look that clearly said, <i>You’re </i><i>an </i><i>idiot</i>.
The elevator stopped.
When the doors opened, Tilda and the squad were greeted by only five people.
A in banner hung overhead, reading, “Wee Comet Squad to Bluewing.”
But that wasn’t the thing that truly caught their attention.
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