Chapter 92

Outside the cordon of the contaminated area of ​​the Aurora Ordnance Factory.

The old factory area is not as new and beautiful as the new one, but it was the first military weapons factory in the area after all. The most outstanding architectural team in the area at that time took over the design of the factory area, and the scale alone is impressive.

But now the scenery is gone. The crisscrossed yellow cordons have blocked off the old factory area in front, and the originally wide and bright factory streets are shrouded in a layer of light red mist, which has obstructed the clarity of vision to a certain extent.

The people standing around seemed to be very afraid of the red mist; even though they were squeezed together, they refused to move towards the cordon.

Workers in dust-proof suits were busy running back and forth with data analysis boards. There were a few people standing behind them. They were dressed more like dignitaries of the Administration than the on-site survey personnel.

These people put their hands behind their backs and listened to the managers around them reporting the situation in the contaminated area.

"The concentration of the virus in the air is abnormally high, and the red fog is showing signs of spreading again!"

"The magnetic field in the contaminated area is abnormal. Eight of the 12 detection drones sent out have lost contact!"

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"Director," the manager continued, "the detectors inside the factory are all disturbed by the magnetic field, and the relay monitors cannot display specific images."

Director: "When did the red mist spread the last few times?"

The manager looked through the data in his hand: "The first one was 25 days ago, and there have been three expansions since then. The frequency of red mist expansion is getting faster and faster. It won't be long before it crosses the old factory area."

The director rubbed his eyebrows, frowning into a knot.

Originally this place was not called a contaminated area, it was just an area where mutants gathered. But ever since they brought back that mutated zombie, everything became wrong.

Among them, it is unknown which mutant was affected to create this strange red poisonous mist. Anyone who comes into contact with it will be at risk of mutation and death.

The director suspected that the virus in the mutated zombie had undergone a secondary mutation, and he regretted every day since then that he did not burn the corpse on the spot.

But now that things have come to this, there is no point in regretting, and we can only try our best to make amends.

The manager noticed the middle-aged man's solemn expression and asked carefully, "The 23 rat workers originally sent in all lost contact a day ago. Should we continue to send people deeper, or...?"

What he didn't finish was to evacuate.

The unfinished words seemed to have hit the director's sore spot. His face suddenly darkened: "The Aurora Arms Factory has been established for thirteen years. It is a world-famous steel city-state! It withstood more than a dozen waves of zombies during the apocalypse. It didn't collapse despite the successive problems of the management. The Desire Market offered a high price to buy it out, but I refused to give in. You want me to lose it now?"

"Keep sending people in. We must find the source of the anomaly. Once you've identified the target, use your cannons to bombard it!"

The director moved his mouth, and every word he said was filled with unspeakable viciousness: "Even if you have to use people to fill it, you have to fill this hole for me."

The manager was frightened by his ferocious expression and shut his mouth in fear.

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On the other side, the guard rushed over and stopped Wen Xin unexpectedly.

"Sir, sir, wait a minute, we are not going that way, we are going in the wrong direction, the interview room for recruiting scientific researchers and mutant trainers is here!"

Mutant trainer.

Wen Xin extracted another key word from the gatekeeper's words. It seemed that he had missed a lot of information from the outside world during the time he was rushing and stranded in Mermaid Bay.

He said, "Isn't that direction hiring rat workers?"

"Rat handler?" The guard's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. "You're going to apply for a job as a rat handler?!"

The two of them were relatively close to the interview room.

At this time, several people in the interview room had passed the interview, signed the contract, and were successfully hired as mutant trainers in the arms factory.

Mutant tamer is a new profession that has just emerged recently. Before people discovered that mutants could be controlled by some means, no one believed that humans could tame brutal mutants.

The news has not yet spread completely, but some forces have already received the news and started research in this area.

Several people, accompanied by the mutants they had tamed, walked out in high spirits, facing the awe and envy of the staff.

But in a place where no one was paying attention, they looked at each other and smiled strangely.

"This interview was really easy. The people at the weapons factory are really amateurs. They are much easier to fool than those research institutes and pollution control centers."

The person who spoke smiled playfully and patted his companion beside him: "Fortunately, we have the drug formula you stole from the hospital. With it, we can control the mutants and enjoy a prosperous life here for several years."

"Hush, keep your voice down. Aren't you afraid someone might hear you?"

As they walked out of the gate, they happened to hear the conversation between Wen Xin and the guard and paused.

"Rat worker? Why would someone applying for a rat worker be here?"

"Look at his feet. Those three cats look like mutants."

"What a joke! If you don't put a chain around the mutants' necks, will they just stand there?"

"Something's wrong. Those seem to be real mutants." Someone looked at the mutant rat on his shoulder.

The mouse was about the size of a palm, with a spike-shaped electric shock collar around its neck. It had a dull expression and lacked the agility of other rodents. It had been cowering in fear from the beginning.

Especially after seeing the three balls, the mutant mouse didn't even dare to raise its head.

The other people also noticed the restlessness of the mutants around them, and looked at the three cats at Wen Xin's feet in shock: "To make them so scared, those mutants must be at least B-level, right?"

These newly minted mutant trainers exchanged glances.

They no longer doubted Wen Xin's identity.

However, drugs that can control mutants cannot be developed without absolute resources and research team support.

Both the drug and its formula are secrets that have not been officially disclosed at this stage. Only insiders involved in the drug development process can know the specific information.

There is only one way to get it, and that is to steal.

Apparently, they also regarded Wen Xin as the same kind of person.

One person lowered his voice and said, "The formula we have can only control C-level. He should have a higher-level one."

Do you want to take action?

Without hesitation, several people came to Wen Xin's side with overflowing enthusiasm.

"Are you also applying for the position of mutant trainer? What a coincidence! We also just passed the interview on the same day as you!"

"I just heard that you wanted to apply for a job as a rat worker. Why are you so pessimistic? Everyone knows that people who apply for a job as a rat worker basically never come back."

Wen Xin raised her head quietly and glanced at them.

This glance made one of them pause slightly.

For some reason, he always felt that their previous conversation seemed to have been heard by this person.

But is it possible? They were still somewhat cautious. Their voices were not loud at all, and when it came to some private matters, they just used hand gestures. There was no way the young man in front of them could know the specific content of their conversation.

I must be overthinking it, the man thought to himself.

Several trainers, with other thoughts in mind, along with the doorman, persuaded Wen Xin for more than ten minutes.

They didn't know that Wen Xin was listening to them to make up for the missing information. After he stopped talking with a dry mouth, he saw the young man nodded and said, "Thank you, but I still want to apply for the position of rat worker."

Hearing this, they were almost furious.

"Forget it, ignore him. There's something wrong with his brain and he's missing a bone. He's not on the same path as us. Let him go and get himself killed!"

"Yes, let's go!"

If Wen Xin wants to die, then let him die. Anyway, he will die in the arsenal. Maybe they can find a safe way to sneak into the contaminated area and pick up the body in the future.

But what the trainers didn't expect was that they didn't even make it.

A team of fully armed workers came over from the direction of the rat workers' job application. When they saw the mutants under their feet, they suddenly surrounded them.

"We are temporarily deployed to the contaminated area. Please come with us."

"What? Wait, what are you going to-"

Several trainers were unable to react in time and were taken away in shock.

Wen Xin noticed something from their forceful actions and frowned.

But he was going to the contaminated area anyway, so he just went with the flow, picked up the three little ones and followed the staff, without struggling to the death like the other trainers.

Seeing that Wen Xin was cooperative, the staff did not use any coercive measures against him.

Arriving at the cordon outside the contaminated area, Wen Xin saw the people he had met before, as well as the factory area shrouded in red mist.

Lan Tuan, who had been silent for a long time, moved in his arms, opened his lips and whispered, "The mist gave me a bad feeling."

The little panda stretched its neck and sniffed, its face wrinkled.

It smells sweet, like flowers, a little strong, and has a torn feeling that is both pleasant and unpleasant.

The little panda was reminded of the three-eyed deer that the Scaled Tree Viper had brought back to it from Rose City. It smelled so good and tasted so good when it ate it, but it became nauseous soon after it finished eating it and vomited out of disgust.

Why are there strange mutants in Rose City here as well?

Applicants for the job of rat cleaners were called to gather in an open space, where staff were distributing protective clothing and emergency rations to them before departure.

The rat workers seemed to know that they were in danger of death. They opened the emergency food on the spot and devoured it ravenously.

The open space in front of the square was filled with the sounds of swallowing, as well as the dry howling and sobbing of people who could no longer cry. Most people covered their red eyes with one hand while eating with the other.

Seeing this, the manager asked the director standing nearby: "Should we hurry them in?"

The director glanced at those people, his face showing no sympathy. "Tell them to eat. Only when they are full will they have the strength to walk further inside. After they have finished eating, ask someone to bring a few more bags of reserve food."

It was also at this time that the trainers who were brought here by force started to make a noise and scream.

"We are here to apply for the position of trainer, not to be rat handlers! Why did you bring us here?!"

Just now in the interview room, they were treated like stars by the interviewers and staff, and thought that good days of being respected were just around the corner. How could they accept the current gap?

It was not until several big men around them pointed their guns at their heads that they finally stopped fighting with grim faces and regained their long-lost rationality.

"We just want to know what's going on. Why are you doing this to us? There should be a reason, right?"

The manager came over and said amiably, "I'm sorry that you guys have to deal with something like this right after you started working. It was an emergency and there was nothing we could do."

He pointed to the old factory area shrouded in red mist in front of him and said, "We suspect there is a powerful mutant lurking inside. Its level is unknown and it is the source of the pollution spreading throughout the old factory area."

"But all the reconnaissance electronic equipment inside has been corroded by the red mist for a long time and has completely failed. Now, we can only rely on the mutant's level perception to determine the mutant's location."

One of the trainers turned pale for a moment: "So you mean to ask us to go in?"

The manager smiled politely: "If you can control the mutants from outside the cordon and get them deeper into the factory, then maybe you don't have to go in."

Upon hearing this, the trainers' faces turned pale and pale.

Wen Xin took the protective clothing handed to him by the staff, put it on himself, lowered his eyes and listened to the conversation between the managers and trainers.

The information is still too fragmented, and it's a bit difficult to piece it together.

But what is certain is that the trainers have the means to control mutants, which seem to be limited by distance, so those people must also enter the contaminated area.

Now the people at this armory need the help of trainers to find the mutants called contaminants.

Wen Xin decided to observe further.

He looked in the direction where the red mist was spreading, and wanted to know whether Ah Zi was in there.

The people at the arsenal did not give the rat workers much time to eat and drink, and they pulled them up as soon as the ten minutes were up.

The manager asked someone to bring an old-fashioned camera.

When electronic equipment fails, these long-obsolete things become an excellent means of retaining information.

"Your main task is to take as many photos as possible of the factory area and bring back the film."

"In addition, you can search for more equipment and instruments in the old factory area. We will appraise their value after moving them out. As long as the damage is not too serious, they can all be exchanged for supplies and money."

After hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the lifeless eyes of the rat workers.

As for the trainers, I don’t know what kind of threats the management used, but those people, who resisted at first, now seem to have accepted their fate and put on protective clothing silently.

The manager said to Wen Xin and the others, "Your missions are different. Remember, first find the location of the mutant, then fire a flare into the sky. As long as you can get rid of the red fog, everything else will not be a problem."

Wen Xin asked, "I heard that there is more than one mutant in the contaminated area. How can we be sure which one we are looking for?"

The management is also at a loss. If they knew what kind of mutant it was, they would have found a way to deal with it long ago.

All he could say was, "Go to the center of the red mist and you will find it."

Wen Xin was not prepared to be fooled: "The Arms Factory has been hiring rat workers for so long, has it not been able to find out what kind of mutants are in the contaminated area?"

The director, who was staring at the data analysis board, turned his gaze to Wen Xin.

Wen Xin remained calm: "Before we find that mutant, there's no guarantee that we won't run into a more dangerous mutant and die."

The director came over and said, "Don't worry, you are not going alone. These security guards will protect your safety. Some of them have been to contaminated areas and have rich experience."

Wen Xin uttered two words: "Not enough."

"It's not enough that they know. We are the ones who can find mutants. If something happens to these guards, are we just going to sit on the ground and wait to die?"

It seemed that this was the first time that the management had been asked this question. They were at a loss and looked at the person with the most say in the factory: "Director..."

The director stared at Wen Xin.

Including the rat workers, he only wanted to find the source of pollution that caused the red fog through these people, and never expected them to kill them all or solve anything.

But it is true that the longer these people can live in it, the greater the possibility of finding their goal.

"Give it to them."

Wen Xin got the information as he wished. It was handwritten on paper and not very thick.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, he did not want to be too critical, so he carefully read through the records, some detailed and some brief, reading every page in detail.

C-level mutant poplar, C-level mutant sparrow, B-level mutant wolfhound...

When turning to the next page, Wen Xin's gaze paused for a moment.

[A-level mutant purple squirrel, unknown origin, unknown ability, friendly camp, can be approached and talked to. ]

But this sentence was scribbled out frantically by someone with a trembling pen, and then a sentence was added below it.

[Danger! Extremely dangerous! Cannot be tamed, cannot be angered, run away if you see one!!]

【Author’s words】

There is another chapter updated after 12 o'clock, it may be very late in the morning, please read it tomorrow morning

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