A mature agent always has his own unique information channel.
It is not uncommon for members of the purge squad to have limited access to tainted witnesses.
As a new member, Zhuang Mian must have his own spies if he wants to obtain as much information as possible.
Coincidentally, her recent experience brought her such a person, who knew quite a bit about the outer city area.
So Zhuang Mian gave the other party a one-way communicator some time ago and promised that he would pay a considerable reward for some important information.
She walked alone in the thick night of the outer city, tapping the communicator in her hand a few times.
Half an hour later, she met her informant in a secluded alley, the wanted criminal "Mind Flayer" from the outer city, the "Fire Thief" who joined the organization earlier than her.
El.
The two people in the dark alley did not exchange much greetings. Zhuang Mian quickly asked his doubts, and El easily gave the answer.
A gang member who has been captured and forced to do hard labor is certainly unlikely to help production line managers distribute goods.
If everything goes well, maybe after a while there will be a few familiar faces appearing on the assembly line under Wen Zhengcheng's management.
But timing is often so ingenious. While those guys who were caught in the ashes were still familiarizing themselves with the production process, Wen Zhengcheng's hometown had already been destroyed.
Although this answer was beyond Zhuang Mian's expectations, it was not unacceptable.
From the beginning to the end, all she wanted was the truth of the matter, and the specific circumstances would be decided by the people above.
All he needs to do is conceal El's identity a little bit to get the job done.
Seeing that the other party had no other questions, El asked Zhuang Mian whether he knew about the plan to clear out the unemployed.
Zhuang Mian had only heard a little about this plan. He knew that the decision-makers wanted to manually reduce some of the unstable factors in the outer city area, but he did not have a deep understanding of the specific implementation methods.
Seeing this, El also shared some of the information he knew with Zhuang Mian. Looking at the other party's obviously shocked expression, the boy showed a harmless smile.
"You are... the leader of Ashes?"
Although Zhuang Mian had been shocked by this young man more than once before, he was still shocked to hear the implied message in his words.
El shook his head and said in an almost performative tone of frankness:
"I am just one of the deputies. The leader is someone else."
No one would believe you!
Zhuang Mian secretly complained in his heart, and then asked about the next important matter:
The destination of the previous batch of goods.
Hearing the other party's question, El scratched his head and said:
"Isn't the cargo a nutritional cream? Where else can it be sent?"
As he spoke, he took out a sealed paste from his pocket, opened the package and took two bites.
"Of course I keep them for myself. It's very expensive to support so many subordinates."
“…”
Zhuang Mian was speechless for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing wrong.
She didn't know the full picture of the mission, nor did she know that the nutritional paste the other party was swallowing was the batch of problematic products. She just followed El to get back the account of the nutritional paste distributed by the gang, and then returned to her team to prepare for the subsequent delivery.
On the other hand, El's men had already happily eaten up one tenth of the goods.
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graduate School.
Ji Yongxing had already left the laboratory by now, and in a corner where no one noticed, a white coat hanging on a hanger quietly turned into a chaos.
The gray mass came over to a large, unoccupied beaker, its jagged fangs bared in the shadows.
“Crack, crack.”
A researcher who was busy extracting mycelium raised his head and looked at the empty test bench in confusion, but found nothing.
It seems like something is broken...
He shook his head in confusion, questioning his five senses.
Maybe it’s because I work too much overtime.
As he thought this, he slowly stood up and walked to the side of the lab table. He reached out and pushed a large beaker that was in a dangerous position inwards.
As the man did this, he was thinking of his cat.
That disobedient son would smash everything he saw to the ground every day, then hold his head high as if to say "what can you do to me".
"Why did I think of cats?"
The man shook his head and sat back in front of the microscope.
The beaker began to silently observe everything in the laboratory.
Two experimental tables away, a little white mouse was twitching in a transparent incubator.
This situation has been going on for some time.
In order to confirm the actual harm caused by the mycelium, all the extracted active mycelium were collected together and put into the bodies of mice.
Countless pairs of eyes were carefully observing the changes happening to the little white mouse.
Yes, mutation.
The poor little creature was undergoing some kind of growth that was incomprehensible to humans while twitching.
On the back of the little white mouse, the hairs running along the spine were rapidly turning gray, and their hardness seemed to be increasing, standing up little by little, like an angry porcupine.
The mouse's convulsions stopped, and its twisted body returned to a prone position, covered with sharp hairs and its eyes were slightly blood red.
Fran, who was in the beaker state, watched this scene from afar, and her stomach, which was in the void state, seemed to start moving:
"Companions, new companions...
"My companion smells so good!"
The mycelium from mice is all that researchers can currently extract.
After confirming that the human digestive system could not really cause harm to these things, the researchers began biological experiments.
When they placed the hyphae that had not yet become inactivated on mice, the hyphae seemed to regain vitality instantly.
They drill into the host's skin through the pores and find their perfect position.
After fusing with the nerves at their original locations, they began to control the body of the mouse.
It was as if a supreme consciousness appeared within its body.
The force was strong and peaceful, yet it revealed an undisguised murderous intent and aura of death.
The existence as big as the mountains and the sea seems to be looking at the world around it through the eyes of little white mice, and staring at the researchers in white coats and glasses.
For a moment, the people around seemed to be frightened by the murderous aura, and many of them took a step back unconsciously.
Then, in full view of everyone, the little white mouse went completely crazy.
It attacked the acrylic culture chamber desperately, and its two obviously enlarged front teeth scratched it.
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