"You, recite the contents starting from Chapter 2 of the Operations Manual."
Yan Ming, who was sitting on the podium, looked at the somewhat nervous man and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
These veterans are indeed more difficult to deal with in these aspects, but he also has his own methods.
He was the one who spread those half-true and half-false rumors about himself. Ever since those "rumors" were spread, he felt that his management of these hundreds of people had become much easier.
Seeing that the old soldier was a little hung up, Yan Ming spoke seriously:
"Can't remember it? Then I'll give you a hint: What is the minimum number of people in a team without super powers who can remain sane?"
"Three... thirty people."
"When there is at least one screened superpower leading the team, the minimum team strength can be reduced to?"
"Twenty-five."
"If the team needs to split up, the distance between them cannot exceed?"
"One hundred meters."
"Really? Really? How about you try outside the city?"
"Eighty... eighty meters."
"Well, to prevent inhalation of spores, what is the maximum replacement interval for the mask filter?"
"Six hours."
"What should you do immediately when you are disoriented or have obstructed vision?"
"Install the beacon and wait for rescue from teammates. Don't act blindly."
"If a teammate is injured in an area with spores, what is the correct procedure?"
"The first step is to adjust the glasses, um, the sanity monitoring device to an abnormal state. The second step is to confirm..."
"If a team includes a beast that can cooperate with the team, how can we tell whether it is rational?"
"First, observe the eyes. If there is grayish-white floccules, then..."
Five minutes later, Liu Xiaoheng, whose back was already soaked with sweat, endured the extremely oppressive torture.
He sat back on his stool trembling, and the veterans next to him gave him a thumbs-up and moved their lips slightly, expressing their silent praise.
Yan Ming made a few simple marks on the student roster, then raised his head again and looked at everyone, starting the next round of questions.
Several lucky people stood up one after another, some passed the test, and some won the package of copying thirty times.
Half an hour later, Yan Ming frowned and closed the roster. He slapped a thin white paper on the table and said seriously:
“In the past two months, we have lost more than thirty people in the mycelium-controlled areas outside the city.
“Half of them used their lives to buy you this life-saving manual, while the other half died outside because they did not strictly follow the instructions here, and even their bodies could not be retrieved.
"Many more people will die in the future, and it will be difficult for you and me to enjoy retirement life again. This is something that everyone has long expected.
“But I still hope that you can live longer. Even if you die, you should become a line of words on this white paper. Don’t die meaninglessly.
"Those who just passed the question will stay, and the rest of you can go and have dinner."
After Yan Ming finished speaking, he sat on the chair behind him. Suddenly, the sound of packing up was heard in the makeshift classroom.
After the veterans lined up to leave the classroom, five veterans including Liu Xiaoheng came to the front of the podium.
Yan Ming glanced at the list, nodded and said to himself:
"Come with me."
As he said that, he also stood up and left the classroom, but walked in another direction and came to a staircase leading to the underground.
Yan Ming turned on the light in the dark corridor and strode forward while speaking to himself:
“Last year, this was the largest black market in Hope City, controlled by a former councillor. As for now… I won’t say any more nonsense.
“The reason why the black market was chosen here is that when a human spaceship crashed decades ago, a very well-preserved passage crashed directly into the ground here, with almost no damage.
"At that time, in order to facilitate the transportation of materials, people recycled this tunnel and built the first chemical plant on this planet."
Yan Ming came to a wall, stretched out his hand and pressed the black terminal on his finger into a concave area.
The wall moved in response, and a passage opened up backwards with the sound of gears and hydraulic rods.
The style inside the passage is obviously different from that outside. Most areas of the chemical plant are cast in concrete and have the style of a rough-finished house.
The corridor in front of him reflected a matte metallic gleam from top to bottom and left to right.
"You five have mastered all aspects well, so you are suitable to take part in the first test."
Walking into the corridor, Yan Ming's voice, which was not loud to begin with, was repeatedly reflected by the walls and became exceptionally clear.
"What kind of test is that?"
Liu Xiaoheng asked tentatively.
"Oh, this is still confidential now, but it is no longer confidential to you five."
The few of them walked for nearly ten minutes, passed through two gates, and entered a rather spacious space.
Although the top, bottom, left and right still have that delicate yet not fragile metal style, this place is spacious like a training ground.
Yan Ming led the five people to the corner of the training ground and waved to the researchers who were typing on the keyboard in front of them.
"I have brought the people here. They are good in every aspect. Let them have a try."
The leading researcher nodded and pressed a button on the console in front of him.
Liu Xiaoheng originally thought that there were several pillars surrounding the training ground, but he did not expect that after the researcher pressed the button, these pillars actually opened to both sides like metal doors.
The next moment, the five people who were brought here knew what the "test" Yan Ming was talking about was.
Five exoskeletons with slightly different designs were revealed.
These individual exoskeletons could almost be called mechas; their overall shape was like the protective suits they had worn before, with only one exit designed on the back.
Looking at the sharp lines and powerful design, several people began to swallow their saliva unconsciously.
Seeing this, a researcher waved the folder in his hand, interrupting their fantasy:
“I must remind you that these exoskeletons are still in the debugging stage, and you may be injured during use due to design and operation problems.
"The medical team is on standby nearby. Unless there is force majeure, your lives will not be in danger, but you still need to be a little careful.
“These are the five finalist designs. The five of you need to take turns to test the five exoskeletons. Based on your experience, we will finalize the final mass-production model.
"Please make sure that all subsequent reports, questionnaires, and verbal inquiries do not contain any concealment or lies. Please remember that your actions will have a real impact on the survival of mankind."
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