The whole process lasted for about two or three minutes, until every refugee's skin was flushed red and they were trembling all over, at which point the washing process stopped.
The refugees, like a flock of plucked lambs awaiting slaughter, lay paralyzed on the wet ground, only able to gasp and whimper instinctively.
Immediately afterwards, the airlock doors opened again.
Several members of the Changsheng Sect, dressed in uniform dark gray suits, waterproof goggles, masks, and goggles, entered.
Seeing the refugees sprawled on the ground, one of them raised his stun gun and stabbed the nearest refugee hard in the thigh—
"Sizzle"
With a loud bang, the refugee's body instantly curled up like a shrimp, his whole body convulsing as he squeezed out a silent wail from his throat.
"Stand up!"
"Anyone who doesn't stand up straight within three seconds will suffer an even worse fate than him!"
The uniformed officers pointed stun batons at the homeless people on the ground and then began a countdown:
"3!"
The refugees froze, and some immediately used all their strength to stand up from the slippery ground.
"2!"
The other refugees were pulled by those around them and staggered to their feet.
"1—!"
The first refugee who was electrocuted actually gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, his eyes filled with a terrified will to survive.
"Very good, all of you stand up straight!"
Seeing that all the refugees had barely managed to stand still in the third second, the leader tapped the stun baton lightly in his palm, clearly very satisfied.
Although the refugees were crooked and unsteady, they all stood firm and no one dared to linger.
They knew that obedience was their only way to survive at that moment.
Even if dignity has been completely washed away, as long as one can live for one more second, there is still a glimmer of hope.
Then the people wearing latex suits immediately came over.
Their eyes were indifferent, like quality inspectors, as they roughly examined the refugees with cold metal instruments.
They pried open the mouths of the refugees one by one to check their teeth, flipped open their eyelids to observe their pupils and fundus, and forcefully pinched and pressed their bones and muscles.
After completing the inspection and evaluation, they quickly marked the records on their record boards.
Then he took out a tool resembling a stamp from his waist and stamped the corresponding refugee's shoulder with a purple stamp representing a number.
"Nineteen of them are of secondary grade. Their vitality is extremely low and they are severely depleted. Send them directly to the 'body replacement room'. Hurry up and don't waste them."
"Low-grade, fifteen in total, sent to Blood Bank No. 2 for further screening."
"This... wait?? There are intermediate level ones too. Their physical foundation is decent. Mark them and send them to the energy conversion department. They can be trained as primary life energy donors."
Each cold, hard verdict determined the fate of these refugees.
They can become "blood bags" that continuously supply blood, or "fuel" that has all its vitality drained in one go, or even the life "battery" for those who awaken on the spot.
But becoming either of them sounds like a very tragic end.
Hidden in the shadows, Li Yu and his companions frowned upon hearing this. Even if the lives of refugees were worthless, they shouldn't be treated in such a systematic way.
Moreover, this is within the territory of Zhongzhou, where refugees are treated equally; such a systematic practice is simply outrageous.
Just after the refugees were sorted, a middle-aged man wearing a clean white medical uniform, glasses, and a nameplate that read "Senior Life Coordinator" pinned to his chest walked in through another door at the back.
Hei Er turned his head warily and found that this person had a powerful aura and was constantly emitting special energy fluctuations. However, he looked like a healing-type awakened person.
"Teacher Han, this batch of materials has arrived just in time! You know, several 'distinguished guests' couldn't wait and have already been relying on energy fluids to stay alive." The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses.
"If we don't find a suitable 'donor' soon, we probably won't be able to hold on for much longer, and we'll have to borrow some more people."
"Thank you so much, 'Expert Zhao,' for your help." Teacher Han replied with a smile.
"Fortunately, the people below are quite capable. Although the quality of this batch of 'materials' is uneven, it has at least solved the immediate problem."
Expert Zhao nodded, briefly greeted Professor Han, and then quickly urged:
"The secondary cases will be sent directly to Medical Room No. 3. Everything is ready, except for the 'materials' to be in place."
"Yes, Dr. Zhao."
Several men in latex suits immediately sprang into action, forcibly dragging out the nineteen refugees who had been identified as secondary displaced persons.
Ignoring the refugees' feeble resistance, he urged them toward the door behind Expert Zhao.
Expert Zhao nodded to Teacher Han again before turning around and quickly following, clearly intending to personally 'preside over' the next steps.
However, although he had some strength, he was not a perception-type awakener. Even though Li Yu and the others followed closely behind, they did not notice anything unusual.
After passing through a relatively short and clean passage, Expert Zhao turned around and pushed open another functional area, where the space immediately became more spacious.
In the center of the area, several rows of metal experimental tables that can be used to fix a person's body are neatly arranged.
It also features a sturdy restraint strap, head fixation device, drainage channel, and various interfaces.
And right above these cold platforms, on the wall, hangs a huge red banner that reads, “Grateful for life, spreading love.”
The group of people in latex suits were clearly not new to this place. They skillfully forced these 'secondary' refugees down onto the metal platform marked with the corresponding stamps.
The sturdy restraints instantly tightened around their wrists, ankles, waists, and chests, fixing them firmly to the tabletop, rendering them unable to move.
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