529: Chapter 173: A Proper Infiltration 529: Chapter 173: A Proper Infiltration Vehicle Operator—or rather, the user of a Prosthetic Body Vehicle, had just received a command.

This command was issued directly by the nearest signal station, coming from the system.

So he stopped.

The operator somewhat boredly waited.

This job was really not very interesting.

He was just the lowest-ranked soldier within the Protector’s armed forces, only mastering basic Path of the War Chariot techniques.

Transporting was a job just about anyone could do.

To be precise, even an AI could do it.

An AI could even do it better than humans.

However, humans, although prone to mistakes, possessed a stronger error-correcting capability than AIs.

Because the designer and developer of an engineering system could not anticipate all “abnormal states.” They couldn’t fit all “abnormal states” into a set for the machine to recognize.

In many cases, human operators like drivers could perform better than AIs.

For instance, under an EMP environment.

Or say, under the watch of an Internal Strength Master.

The majority of the driver’s daily training involved “anti-espionage.”

The driver, utterly bored, listened to the conversation behind him and instinctively caught a hint of inconsistency.

He turned his camera toward the back and said, “There’s a bit of a problem.

Your military ranks are very close, in such tasks, shouldn’t the security level be exactly the same?”

The answer he received was a slash.

A high-frequency blade sliced through the side of the front part of the vehicle, cutting in and precisely destroying the connection between the driver’s brain and the machinery.

The system began to report a malfunction.

—You…

The driver’s vision went dark, and then he began to panic.

He seemed to be one step too late, failing to report the abnormal situation in time.

It wasn’t his fault.

The driver had not anticipated that someone could complete the level of hacking to “control the Prosthetic Body” in a short time.

The root security protocol of the Prosthetic Body came from the collaboration between the Progenitor of Martial Arts and “the person whose name couldn’t be said.” To those with even a minimal understanding of historical knowledge, it was as stable and justifiable as a “divine gift.” Two hundred years of human development and several major updates made it less robust than at the beginning, but everyone believed that this creation made for the child of the era hadn’t yet reached a time it could be breached.

But as early as eighty years ago, a reincarnation of the Martial Ancestor had dismantled it.

The driver’s consciousness gradually sank into darkness, lapsing into unconsciousness.

Xiang Shan had not killed him directly because the death of the driver might trigger some sort of alarm.

At this level, it was slightly safer.

Due to the “applause” report sounding off, the vehicle naturally stopped.

A small robot detached from the chassis of the car and clung to the side like a beetle.

But it too was hacked by Xiang Shan.

For Xiang Shan, hacking this kind of electromagnetic signal-controlled trinket was much simpler than hacking someone else’s prosthetic body.

As a result, this little thing sent out a fake “preliminary malfunction report.”

Meanwhile, the Guardian at its side took out tools from within its small body, prying open the side of the driving section to repair and rewrite it.

At the same time, one of the Guardians fitted a silencer onto the muzzle of his gun and chambered an Armor-Piercing Bullet.

Silently, the back door opened.

Inside was a heavily armored soldier.

He keenly raised his head and asked, “This malfunction has…”

The Guardian swiftly brought up his gun and shot through his head.

The changed timbre of the gunshot dissipated at the edge of the mountains.

Unlike the drivers constantly connected to the system, this Guardian was now in an offline state.

He was proceeding to the repair shop for maintenance according to the schedule as a heavy-armored soldier.

Besides this, there were some more advanced parts inside the vehicle that were also to be sent to the secondary repair shop.

Xiang Shan’s spine then coiled around the neck of that Guardian, his head hanging over the shoulder of the Guardian.

Staring at the now dead heavy-armored soldier, he transferred data into the body of the Guardian, instructing him to dismember the Guardian’s body.

The other two Guardians pulled up a headless Prosthetic Body from below the cliff.

After that, Xiang Shan then instructed the Guardians to take his head off and place it onto the head of that prosthetic body.

The spine and the back of the neck’s groove perfectly aligned, each interface stabbing into the socket.

“Damn, that hurts like hell,” Xiang Shan complained.

He had just hacked into that base station through wireless signal, finding the Gu he had implanted hours before.

Then, he slightly rewrote the base station and through the station, issued a false command to the nearest vehicle.

And after that, he took off his head and threw it out.

When connecting to the spine, he had set up an independent power system on each vertebra.

In an emergency, his head could abandon the body and slither away like a snake to escape danger.

This was just an “in case of emergency” escape function.

His Prosthetic Body did not adhere to the standard specifications of the Protectors and also did not conform to the aesthetics of the “Nobles.” In haste, he couldn’t forge a sufficiently realistic Scientific Knight identity verification.

To avoid those soldiers shooting first and sounding the alarm upon seeing his prosthetic body, he specifically took off his head and left it on the roadside.

It’s also hard for ordinary people to become vigilant from just a head.

Xiang Shan’s head stayed on the ground.

His spine appeared to be coiled at the back, but in reality, each segment’s power system in this spine was full of force.

If the opposition really shot at his head without saying a word, he could dodge it a couple of times.

Moreover, with a skull made of top-tier alloy and an excellent shock-absorbing system, he could withstand a bit.

Meanwhile, his prosthetic body was also poised in the background.

If that “just in case” situation occurred, he could quickly change his tactics.

However, using his spine to whip the chief of the Guardians did hurt him significantly.

The nervous system inside the spine was quite fragile, and the shock-absorbing system there acted first.

Luckily, it was just used to adjust the angle of the prosthetic eyes of both parties.

And after that, it was an Internal Strength attack.

Of course, this was not “output personality mask.” That complicated mechanism needed more compatibility support.

It was just a simple AI that covered all the external nervous signals of the original owner of the prosthetic body.

And the complex action of “speaking” was also directly remote-controlled by Xiang Shan—of course, using the personalization settings saved in this guy’s voice synthesizer.

Xiang Shan moved the parts of the heavy Prosthesis piled at the edge of the carriage and squeezed himself in.

Subsequently, the team continued towards the secondary repair shop as per the original plan.

Slowly, the vehicle entered the repair shop

No one noticed a slight anomaly that would happen in a repair workshop.