Chapter 567 Bluewing

“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 a company.”

Astrid lifted the 1907 Heidsieck Champagne, The Silent Ship, from the table, poured herself a glass, and tapped it against Tilda’s. “Queen, I’ve always trusted you completely.

Honestly, I trust you even more than I trust myself. Only you can take us to places we never even dared to dream about!"

The plane 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 Jeselton landmark is nothing but a front for the real network center.”

“Of course. It’s just bait. So many countries are on edge about Cetherland’s rapid growth, watching every move and doing whatever it takes to steal secrets through cyber attacks. The battlefield of the future is the internet–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 access–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 place looked old and ready to collapse.

Stepping out, Theo frowned. “Uh… are we sure this is it?”

“Yes. This way, please.”

The driver led them through the wrecked factory.

Tilda smirked. “Pretty smart disguise. Let’s see what they’re hiding."

They followed the driver down a dusty hall filled with shattered glass. 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 black suit. He was expressionless, looking serious—clearly the type who never joked around. The other wore casual clothes, flip-flops, a cap, hands shoved into sweatpants pockets, grinning wildly.

The serious one was Wesley, the younger brother. The relaxed one was Benedict, the older. They looked alike but gave off completely different vibes. Both were legends in Cetherland’s hacker world, now leading the country’s network tech.

Jarrett and the rest felt their hearts pounding. They all admired strength. Besides Tilda, those two guys were the strongest hackers they had ever come across.

“Welcome, Comet Squad, to the national secret base–Bluewing.”

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, "You're an idiot."

The elevator stopped. When the doors opened, Tilda and the squad were greeted by only five people. A plain banner hung overhead, reading, “Welcome Comet Squad to Bluewing.” But that wasn’t the thing that truly caught their attention.