Chapter 842



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It was logical that for the other party to use Mrs. Long’s sister’s number to send messages to her for so long without her sister knowing, it meant that they must have hacked Mrs. Long’s sister’s phone and used it to send the messages.

With that in mind, Nora also played along and hacked into Mrs. Long’s sister’s phone.

There were always traces left behind when a phone was hacked.

She sat on the couch, her feline eyes scrolling through the programming codes at high speed. Suddenly, he found something and followed it, thinking to find out who that person was!

Unexpectedly, however, the person who was still online a moment ago suddenly vanished. The device on the other side was also destroyed. With this, Nora could no longer find out anything about the other party.

She frowned.

This proved that the other party was undoubtedly a skilled hacker. The moment she invaded, she was discovered. Moreover, he was also able to get out in time when she wanted to pinpoint his location. This indicated that he was even more skilled than her at hacking.

In this world, apart from her, Y was the only hacker on the same level as her.

But Y was Justin, so it couldn’t be him.

If he didn’t want her to come to Switzerland, a phone call would have sufficed.

There was no need for him to stoop to such low-level means.

In that case, if it wasn’t Y, who was it?

When did another high-level hacker emerge?

As Nora thought about this, something suddenly occurred to her. She picked up the phone and called Caleb, who answered in a timely manner.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Nora asked, “Among the five kids who survived the experiments back then, did any of them learn about hacking?”

Caleb paused for a moment upon hearing this. Then, he replied, “Yes.”

Nora’s heart sank.

Caleb sighed. “Now that you’re going to meet them sooner or later, I’ll tell you about the five of us.”

Nora’s expression became grave and solemn. “Go on.”

Caleb said, “You’ve already met ‘Barbarian’, he’s the man in black who attacked you and Justin in America. He was injected with a genetic serum that enhances physical fitness, so he’s probably the strongest martial artist in the world today. He has a pair of brown pupils…”

“Wait,” Nora interrupted him, “I saw blue pupils that night.”

Caleb laughed. “Cosmetic contact lens technology is so advanced these days, isn’t changing the color a piece of cake?”

Nora was practically speechless. They could even do something like that?

She had been planning to identify him by his eyes!

Caleb continued. “That guy’s abilities have probably already reached the pinnacle of what humanity can accomplish. No one can beat him in a fight.”

Nora recognized him.

That night, she and Justin were no match for him even when they teamed up. Quinn and Irvin-his teachers-were probably the only ones who could rival him.

“His weakness is that he’s stupid. Of course, his IQ is that of a normal human, but since his offensive abilities are simply too powerful plus his body too agile and fast, we couldn’t kill him in all these years either.”

“…You tried to kill him?”

Caleb coughed and replied, “Like me, he resents the mysterious organization for using us in human experiments, so he defected long ago. Trueman has organized many capture and assassination attempts, but none of them have been successful.”

Caleb also resented the mysterious organization. That was why he had betrayed the mysterious organization and had become a spy for the special department after he had contracted lung cancer and had only two months to live.

Barbarian’s offensive skills were very good.

Nora made a mental note of it. Then she asked, “Who else is there?”

Caleb continued. “There’s also one we call ‘Spacey’ because he likes to space out. He was very unsociable as a child…he was injected with the genetic serum that enhances neural genes, so he’s extremely intelligent. I heard that when he got older he started taking computers apart and found he really liked it.”

Nora caught a key word. “Heard?”

Caleb smiled wryly and said, “Yeah, well, the five of us had already split up when we were ten years old. Back then, the mysterious organization told me to stay with Trueman while they sent the other three elsewhere. At the time, I didn’t understand why, but later I realized it was because they had long known about the deal the Grays had made with your mother, so they were using me as bait. Trueman treats me very well, though, maybe because we once shared wealth and poverty!”

Nora nodded. “Go on.”

Caleb continued. “There is also one we call ‘Listener’. You should know that the human ear can only detect sounds of a certain frequency, so we can’t hear sounds below or above that range. But after deciphering this part of the human DNA, he was able to hear sounds of all frequencies in the world. He’s also very sensitive to sound, so we’ve always disliked him for being too loud.”

Barbarian’s enhanced genes were related to physical qualities, which was understandable.

Spacey’s were neural genes. He calculated that, like her, his IQ genes had also been enhanced, so he was smarter than ordinary people.

But wasn’t Listener’s story…a little silly?

The corners of her lips tightened. “Isn’t an ability like that a little useless?”

Caleb coughed. “We humans research DNA and crack its code to improve our abilities. In terms of agility and dexterity, we can’t compare ourselves to leopards; in terms of lifespan, we can’t compare ourselves to turtles. Therefore, DNA research at the time was approached from several aspects. It’s just that the injections of each were random.”

Nora nodded.

She was suddenly very curious. “What kind of genetic serum were you injected with then?”

As soon as she asked, Caleb fell silent. A while later, he let out a low chuckle. He sighed and asked slowly, “Can I keep it a secret?”

Of course.

No one should be forced to do such things.

Just as Nora was about to say that, Caleb sighed and said, “Forget it, I’ll tell you. But…you mustn’t laugh.”

Nora: “?”

You mustn’t laugh?

Could it be that Caleb’s enhanced genes were even more useless than Listener’s?

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