325: Analyze the structure of "The Cleaner" and find its weaknesses!

"Take my life as compensation?"

Lu Chen stood on top of the kneeling ten-thousand-meter statue, facing the greedy gaze from the depths of the void, and picked his ear with disdain.

"Old guy, you certainly have a big mouth."

"However, if you want my life, you have to ask it if it agrees first."

Lu Chen tapped his toe.

The originally arrogant "gatekeeper" beneath his feet now lowered its massive head obediently, like a tamed lapdog.

"heavenly craft, don't let it idle."

Lu Chen's voice was cold as ice, "Drag this big piece of iron into the laboratory for me."

"I want to know what kind of junk these Higher Dimensions creatures used to piece this together."

"Yes! Father!"

Hum—!

The "spaceship name" fired hundreds of tractor beams from its belly, forcibly dragging the statue, which was larger than a warship, toward the disassembly platform in the rear.

...

Ten minutes later, the temporary Higher Dimensions laboratory.

This place had turned into a "Slaughterhouse" full of sci-fi aesthetics.

Except, the target being slaughtered was the mechanical statue that represented the majesty of the Slaughterhouse.

Huge mechanical arms swung laser cutters, sparks flying everywhere.

The ear-piercing sound of metal tearing made Gao Jianjun's scalp tingle.

"Crazy... you are all truly crazy..."

Gao Jianjun huddled in the corner, watching Su Qingying, who was holding a data pad with a fanatical look on her face, and felt like he was looking at a female demon.

"That is the 'gatekeeper'! Its core armor is degenerate matter! It has the soul of a Higher Dimensions creature sealed inside!"

"Aren't you afraid of backlash?"

"Backlash?"

Su Qingying didn't even turn her head, her light pen sweeping rapidly across the holographic model.

"In the face of science, there is no such thing as backlash, only parameters that haven't been parsed yet."

"Strip the outer armor!" Su Qingying ordered.

"Crack!"

The hundred-meter-thick black armor plate on the statue's chest was forcibly ripped off by hundreds of gravity generators.

It revealed the complex, pulsating glowing conduits inside, resembling blood vessels.

"As expected."

Lu Chen stood behind Su Qingying, staring at the exposed internal structure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"This thing isn't purely mechanical."

"It's... alive."

Those glowing conduits didn't flow with machine oil or energy liquid.

Instead, it was a kind of pale golden, viscous liquid.

Looking closely, one could see countless painful human faces floating and screaming in that liquid.

"Soul furnace."

Gao Jianjun took one look and almost vomited, "They melt the souls of captured carbon-based life forms and inject them into the machine as driving energy..."

"These beasts." Ye Qingcang gritted his teeth, his fists clenching until they creaked.

"Don't be in such a hurry to get angry."

Lu Chen patted the Old General's shoulder, his gaze fixed tightly on a black crystal at the statue's heart position.

That crystal was pulsating rhythmically, emitting a heart-stopping fluctuation of rules.

"heavenly craft, compare this."

Lu Chen spoke suddenly, "Is the fluctuation frequency of this core similar to that 'Dimensional Cleaner' we took out earlier?"

"Comparing..."

A few seconds later, heavenly craft's virtual avatar appeared, with a hint of surprise on its face.

"Father, it's not just similar."

"The similarity is as high as 98.7%!"

"In other words, this 'gatekeeper' and the previous 'the cleaners' came from the same technical source!"

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth slowly curled into a playful arc.

"Interesting."

"One is the 'antivirus software' of Asgard."

"The other is the 'watchdog' of the Slaughterhouse."

"So, after all this, these two are 'from the same family'?"

Su Qingying immediately reacted: "You mean, these two forces are using the same underlying architecture?"

"Exactly."

Lu Chen walked to the black crystal, reached out, and a chaotic-colored light lit up in his palm.

That was the cracking code for the "pangu" system.

"As long as it's the same architecture, there must be a common... backdoor."

"System! Deep scan!"

[Command confirmed.]

[Invading target logic core...]

[Encountered firewall... Firewall type: Soul Lock.]

[Brute-forcing... Crack successful.]

"Click."

A soft sound.

The black crystal suddenly stopped pulsating.

Immediately after, an extremely complex 3D structural diagram was projected into mid-air.

In those dense energy circuits, there was an inconspicuous red dot flickering covertly.

"Found it."

Lu Chen pointed to the red dot, his eyes shining terrifyingly.

"This is its Achilles' heel."

"The reason that 'boss' can control these monsters isn't because he is that strong."

"It's because he implanted a 'slave chip' into the cores of these monsters."

"This chip connects to a central server."

"As long as the server sends a command, these monsters will instantly paralyze, or... self-destruct."

"A master control switch?" Wang Peng's eyes lit up, "Then we just need to hack into that server..."

"No."

Lu Chen shook his head, the smile on his face becoming somewhat sinister.

"Hacking in is too troublesome, and it's easy to be discovered."

"Since we know the principle, we can play something dirtier."

He turned to look at Su Qingying.

"Wife, can you make a 'signal spoofer'?"

"You mean..." Su Qingying pushed up her glasses, instantly understanding Lu Chen's intention.

"Simulate the signal frequency of that central server?"

"Right."

Lu Chen snapped his fingers.

"We don't need to control all the monsters."

"We just need to make this big guy..."

Lu Chen patted the gatekeeper that had turned into scrap metal.

"Think I am its 'Big Boss'."

"Even..."

Lu Chen looked toward the bizarre Slaughterhouse city in the distance, a crazy light flickering in the depths of his eyes.

"We can also give that 'Big Boss' a surprise."

"A surprise that makes all the dogs under his command turn around and bite him."

Gao Jianjun listened, dumbfounded.

He looked at Lu Chen as if looking at a lunatic.

"You... you want to incite a rebellion in the entire defense system of the Slaughterhouse?"

"Those are tens of thousands of war machines at the 'gatekeeper' level!"

"Tens of thousands?"

Lu Chen laughed.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

In the swirling smoke, his face appeared somewhat blurred, but that domineering aura could not be concealed.

"Only tens of thousands?"

"Too few."

"Not enough for the fireworks at my son's full-moon celebration."

Lu Chen turned around, flicked his cape, and strode toward the command console.

"Get ready to work!"

"Since we've found the weakness, don't be polite."

"Didn't that old guy say he wanted my life?"

Lu Chen waved his hand violently, and on the holographic screen, the originally dead mechanical statue's eyes suddenly lit up again!

Only this time.

In that red light, there was an extra touch of... gold belonging to Lu Chen.

"Then I'll borrow his dogs first."

"And go..."

"Tear his home down!"