Because Lao Feng's film is still in the preparation stage and will not be filmed immediately, Tongtong still has time to prepare her own studio.

Just as Tongtong was preparing to open her studio, Yezi suddenly received a call from Wang Baozhang, telling her that she could report for duty and then sending him an address.

Ye Zi looked at the address and was surprised to find that the location of the Gates of Hell was near the capital, just in the suburbs.

Upon arriving at the address, Ye Zi didn't see any place with a sign for some organization, but rather a building resembling a wealthy person's leisure villa.

Wang Baozhang was waiting for him at the door.

The security guards at the entrance were just two men in their sixties.

Simply put, from the outside, no one would know that this is a special department serving the country.

However, when Ye Zi looked at the two old men, his martial arts intuition told him that these two old men were not simple.

Stepping into the courtyard, it was equally unremarkable, with a dozen luxury cars parked in a row, but nothing else particularly special.

Stop the car, get out, and follow Wang Baozhang into the villa.

Seven or eight young men and women were playing around in the living room, some playing video games, some playing pool, and some drinking. It gave off the vibe of a rich second-generation party.

These young people just glanced back at Ye Zi, then turned back to continue playing with their own things.

As Wang Baozhang stepped into an elevator, he casually pressed his finger on a rivet. A fingerprint scanning light appeared on the rivet, and then the elevator began to descend.

The elevator ride was short, only a dozen seconds. After the elevator doors opened, Wang Baozhang was the first to step out.

Ye Zi was immediately shocked by the scene outside the door; it must be an enormous project.

There were many people coming and going inside, some wearing Zhongshan suits, like Wang Baozhang.

Some were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing white coats, some were wearing suits, and some were wearing civilian clothes like Ye Zi.

"The Gates of Hell is divided into two parts. One part is for combat personnel, including gifted individuals like yourself, and retired elite soldiers like Li Erniu."

The second part is the logistics department and the research team, which are responsible for studying the genes of gifted individuals like you.

The support team is what I do.

The weapons team modifies firearms and ammunition, and forges weapons.

The medical team, canteen, and training room are separate facilities.

That's about it. You'll understand once you've been there longer.

Ye Zi nodded. This is roughly how a department is composed. As for the specific details, that will be explained in more detail later.

That's roughly what's described in the materials.

"I'll take you to register your identity information and have your genetic sample taken now."

Ye Zi nodded and said:

Are there many people like me?

“If you’re asking whether there are many gifted people, then I’ll definitely tell you there are. You’re not the only one born with superhuman strength, but there’s no one with your strength,” Wang Baozhang replied calmly.

Wang Baozhang pushed open a door, and Ye Zi followed him inside. The room was filled with electronic devices.

Fingerprints, palm prints, facial recognition, iris recognition, and even the prints on the feet were collected.

Then Wang Baozhang said:

"The rivets in that elevator are all recognition devices. The two on the ground are for footprint recognition, the ones on the upper body are for fingerprint and palm print recognition, and the camera is for facial recognition and iris recognition."

Ye Zi nodded, and then followed Wang Baozhang to continue the operation.

We encountered some difficulties when collecting gene samples. Ye Zi's body had been tempered, and ordinary needles could not pierce her skin to collect blood, so we had to switch to alloy needles.

Then comes the oral mucosa, hair, and nails.

Finally, there was the collection of the ejectible liquid, which left Leaf a little embarrassed.

Ye Zi was embarrassed, but the others seemed used to it. The collector pointed to a door behind Ye Zi.

Wang Baozhang pushed Ye Zi inside.

Ye Zi looked at the things in the room and was speechless. The room had everything you could think of for self-comfort, and there was even a computer with study materials on the screen.

There are compilations of various teachers produced by the Japanese, as well as action movies recorded by white and black people.

After leaving the gene sample collection room, Ye Zi said:

"At first I was worried that someone like me might be dissected and studied, but I never expected it to be this kind of research method."

Wang Baozhang laughed and said:

"Genetic mutation is the driving force of human evolution. Research requires samples. Once you slice your body, the sample size becomes fixed."

"Isn't it great now? I can just come to you when I'm done using it."

"So I still couldn't escape the fate of being studied, just that I won't be sliced ​​up."

That's right.

People with genetic mutations have existed since ancient times; most of the generals who dominated battlefields throughout history were of this type.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, possessed the strength to lift a tripod. Li Yuanba, the King of Zhao of the Western Prefecture, lamented that the heavens had no handle and the earth had no ring.

Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Dian Wei—these men all possessed weapons weighing tens or even hundreds of pounds; weren't they all born with superhuman strength?

Even a technically skilled Zhao Yun, without immense strength, could he have charged in and out seven times relying solely on technique? Nonsense.

Ye Zi thought about it and realized it was true. Then she asked:

"So what do we do next?"

"The test is for combat personnel, who are born with superhuman strength. We need to know just how strong you are, and then customize your weapons, learn firearms, and combat."

Then meet with your superiors and your comrades.

"I hope the leader isn't the kind of person who talks in a bureaucratic tone."

"No, he's also a retired soldier, the decisive type." Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; that was the kind of person he feared most.

"We don't have that kind of promotion and wealth system here. You combat personnel don't get a salary, but you get a lot of subsidies, all in cash, plus bonuses for completing missions."

No matter how well you do, you won't get promoted; all you'll get is real money.

Therefore, the intricacies of officialdom are useless here; everything depends on merit.

"How much force do you think the human body can withstand?" Ye Zi asked casually.

"have no idea."

"If a person could deliver a full-force blow that could generate five tons of force, would you believe it?"

"If it were you, it would certainly have a certain degree of credibility."

"You don't seem surprised."

"There are many mutated people, you're not the only one."

Ye Zi raised an eyebrow and said:

"Are there any special types here?"

"Yes, there is. He's a nobody. He's been with the Ghost Gate for almost five years, and I still don't remember his name or what he looks like."

"A nobody? Is that a nickname? You can't remember his name and face after five years? Are you kidding me?"

"Little Transparent is indeed his nickname. Not only can I not remember his name and appearance, but no one at the Gates of Hell could remember his appearance or name. That's what makes him special."

You'll forget him as long as he's not standing in front of you, and sometimes you'll even ignore him when he is standing right in front of you.

That's why he got the nickname "invisible person," so we could remember him and recall that such a person existed.

"Then he's a born assassin."

"That's right, he does assassinations and theft, and he's never failed."