Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng stayed huddled in the hole in the wall for a whole day, using his sensory tentacles to look at every aspect of the hidden factory. In order to avoid disturbing the people in the company too much, he did not try any other sabotage actions except for letting the stupid young man wake up early.

Before being sent into the jar, the stupid young man woke up, slowly opened his eyes, and looked around in confusion. Perhaps he was still thinking about the last moments of his previous memory, and was unable to wake up from the painful memories of the electric current flowing through his body, thus missing his last chance to escape. In addition, the staff here are all equipped with implants, and even the implants used for work assistance can provide enough absolute power to suppress ordinary people.

He had no habit of staying still just after waking up and observing the surrounding environment before taking action, so before he could figure out what was going on, he was discovered by Lan Worker. Then, a hand strong enough to lift half a ton of cargo pressed him firmly onto the truck, and another person took out a shot of anesthetic from under the truck and injected it into him.

There is really nothing I can do to help now. The stupid young man failed to cause any damage at all. He only caused the staff to have a moment of self-doubt. Then he shrugged and followed the steps to complete the work of putting the human body into the tank.

Secure it with a belt, put on the dream mist machine, buckle the hood, and then run a self-check to make sure the person is connected to the network. Then close the tank and start injecting nutrient solution inside. During this process, the people inside will choke and cough due to drowning, and the desire to survive will strengthen the body's hormone secretion in an attempt to revive them.

At this time, the power of the Dream Mist Machine is shown. All neural signals are misinterpreted by the dream fog machine as part of the dream, while reducing its stimulation level and presenting it in a relatively mild way. People in the dream will only feel nervous and frightened, but they will not wake up immediately. At this time, nutritional medicine is poured into the lungs and stomach, replacing the original environment to provide the human body with various needs.

The pressure in the tank is also adjusted simultaneously to allow the lungs to continue working. At this time, what the lungs inhale and press out is liquid. You will feel a little uncomfortable at first, but you will get used to it after a while. When the alveoli find that they can complete oxygen-carbon dioxide exchange normally, they no longer send out emergency nerve stimulation, and the body's final struggle ends.

The stupid young man will never have another chance in this life. He will either spend his life providing brainpower to the company's network, or die during the experiment. The experiment carried out by those in white coats here is clear: to find the most efficient solution supported by computing power provided by the human brain.

Zhuang Xuteng couldn't understand the complicated reports written by those researchers. The curves in them were all the same to him. Only clearly written conclusions were understandable to him. The Scarlet Group obviously does not pursue the "maximum working hours" of brainpower providers, and it does not care about the maximum lifespan of brainpower providers. The company's approach is to first calculate the cost of using nutrient solution for life support, plus the time and social costs of replacing personnel, and then compare the benefits generated by this person's brain power.

Some parts of the report use some hair-raising terms, such as "life substitution science", "nutritional cycle engineering", "awake critical control", etc. All these theories are to support one purpose: to stabilize people and permanently Become a pure intellectual provider.

The local research project is called "Puppet OEM", and another project with the same status, "Plantation", is mentioned many times in the report, which is managed by Sanliu Charity Foundation. Judging from the name, it doesn't sound like a good project. It won't be a plantation for mass production of humans, right? Zhuang Xuteng felt cold from the bottom of his heart. He never expected that the company could despise human beings so much and regard them simply as a thing, just a tool at best.

"Why do people within the company support this?"

In addition to conducting "brain efficiency research" inside the nutrition tank, the other half of the factory continuously produces templated execution puppets. The staff in this part are from Today Group. Judging from the numbers of the factory assembly lines, there are quite a few assembly plants like this, probably in every city.

The factory area consists of two parts. The first area is relatively clean. It only installs implant chips for the already formed execution puppets, and then lifts them into the charging and program writing area to complete the final debugging. The puppets all wore paratrooper-style safety harnesses, were hung by hooks, and followed the conveyor system through the factory. During the final debugging, they also kept the hanging posture and were crowded into the same room one after another. The scene looked very uncomfortable.

But the second area feels far more than just "discomfort", it feels creepy. This part of the factory is processing corpses. They take the corpses out of the cold storage, transport them on conveyor belts, and first scan and sort them. Those with a more suitable and complete figure will be picked out and sent to the modification workshop, where special equipment will "standardize" them. There are several series of execution puppets that implement different standards, and the equipment in the transformation workshop can be cut as needed. In addition to the tailor-like cutting methods, the core components inside continuously cast shadow magic, which ensures the consistency of the product. .

Using shadow slave equipment to cast such complex spells, is this the company's current technical strength?

In fact, after seeing this, Zhuang Xuteng could remain calm, but he couldn't hold on anymore. Those unqualified corpses, such as those that are too young or too old, too thin or too fat, and those that are too severely mutilated and poorly preserved, are all sent to another processing workshop where they are first depilated, then cut, and then beaten and stirred. Put into bioreactor. Although he didn't understand the technologies used in the dozens of steps of the entire process, Zhuang Xuteng could understand the finished product: part was the nutrient solution in the test jar, and part was the "biomedicine base."

It is understandable that humans, as living creatures, participate in the material cycle of nature. However, this cycle of using people as materials to participate in factory assembly line production, or even as finished products that are poured into other people's mouths and noses to provide nutrients is unacceptable. Zhuang Xuteng just briefly imagined that if he was put into a jar and the nutrient solution poured into his mouth and nose, it would be equivalent to the internal organs, skin, bones, blood and teeth of countless other people being forcefully stuffed in... He quickly covered his mouth and stopped Imagine suppressing vomiting to avoid detection.

As for the other part of the "biopharmaceutical base", the quantity is not too large, and it is loaded directly into the truck and transported away. I don't know where it is transported to or what it is used for, but guess who is in the transportation team? Kelly is one of them. The goods were carried into the truck by the execution puppet. She counted the quantity, signed the documents carried by the execution puppet, and without asking a word, she closed the door and set off. Apparently she does this often, knows her destination well, and is well-trusted in her profession.

If you want to know where the car is being delivered, just ask Kelly.

Through a whole day of observation, Zhuang Xuteng had figured out the basic situation of the entire underground bunker factory and laboratory, and the plan on how to destroy it was also formed in his mind - not now. The technical information and business chain here can be further explored, and Zhuang Xuteng's pressure is not too great yet, so there is no need to take action immediately. Before being discovered, Zhuang Xuteng quietly moved the wall blocks back to their original positions, filled the gaps with the cement he carried, and then exited.

Slowly remove the support, cover the hole with a small landslide, and tidy up the area around the hole to remove signs of "recent plowing." Zhuang Xuteng took away all the equipment and left here quietly.

He was lucky because the motorcycle was still in place and had not been stolen; but he was also unlucky: not only could he not find any information about Blue Wing Logistics, he personally drove to Hongxiu Town, the fourth alliance city, to inquire and found that not only the Tomato Family The garage was gone, and there was no news of Kelly or her brother Buck. Zhuang Xuteng only knew that since Doyle left Hongxiu Town, the two siblings had appeared less and less. Two years ago, she completely sold the Tomato Family Car Repair Shop, disappeared with Buck, and completely lost contact with her old friends in the town.

The townspeople also heard about her joining a gang and expressed their regret. Seeing that there were no clues in the town, Zhuang Xuteng went back to the music restaurant and asked Lucy for help.

Find a former gang member in Peicheng who has an appearance, a name, social connections, and even knows her current main business. Zhuang Xuteng couldn't find "Blue Wing Logistics" on the telephone yellow pages - the telephone yellow pages can be searched offline and will not trigger the company's information review. The disadvantage is that the information lags - but professional intelligence collectors and mercenaries who are good at investigating have a big advantage. Find a way.

"Since you came back from the capital, I have had an illusion..." Sister Lucy said when accepting Zhuang Xuteng's commission fee: "I feel like you are not working for me, but I am working for you. .Thanks for taking care of business, Naike.”

Zhuang Xuteng shook his head. He sat down and prepared to take this opportunity to talk about something. Where to start? He thought for a while and said: "There is no way. Only after losing it will you realize how convenient it was before. If the two sisters Nightingale and Yanque are still there, I will just let them search for information and save a lot of money."

"There are indeed one or two mercenary teams in history that can be equipped with intelligence officers, but in the past fifteen or sixteen years, you are the only one. What, you want to find someone to form a team again?"

"Is there still a chance?" Zhuang Xuteng smiled, crossed his legs, wrapped his knees with his hands and rocked back and forth slightly, and asked in a relaxed tone: "Before you said you wanted to engage in a middleman war, if I can capture the intelligence officer over there alive , is there any chance that I can be included in the team again?”

"It's not easy to fight. I'm a bit unsure." Lucy sighed and said, "If there is a stronghold like the Music Restaurant, can you take it down?"

"This question is a bit dangerous. I believe you won't hurt me, so I'll tell you the truth: as long as you don't run into me, and there are no reinforcements from the company, it won't be too difficult to win two to three music restaurants at once." Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while, and then added: "There is another prerequisite: I must have normal intelligence support, and someone must suppress the alarm system."

Lucy was very surprised: "Are you so sure?"

"You just don't know how those gang leaders died. If you followed me on the mission and knew the specific situation at that time, you wouldn't have such questions." Zhuang Xuteng felt that Lucy wanted to divert the topic, so he said: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Nightingale and Rock Bird. They saw the general process, but they don't know the means and methods."

"You mentioned them two again, are you planning to ask something?" Lucy waved her fingers and said: "I get annoyed when I hear the names of these two people. Stop asking about them and just treat them as if they are just rumors. That's right. If I have any opinion on how to deal with the two of them, no matter what it is, whether you need to take action or not, I will tell you in advance."

Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while, and finally spread his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, anyway, if you cover your face, I can't see your expression or guess your thoughts. No need to worry, I'll take what you told me literally. If you need me to do anything, tell me as soon as possible. Although I have not entrusted the task, I am not completely free."

"I understand. I will give you information about the person you are looking for as soon as possible. It should not be difficult to check, because I seem to have heard the name Blue Wing Logistics somewhere, at least it is not fabricated out of thin air."

In fact, Zhuang Xuteng gave the commission at noon, and the results were obtained by evening. Where the Blue Wing Logistics fleet is parked, Kelly's mobile phone number and address and where her brother Buck works. Zhuang Xuteng thought for a while and felt that he might be able to get more information with a hostage in hand, so he chose the third clue: Buck's workplace.

It was a public work station, and the task of sleeping while wearing a helmet did not pose any additional difficulty to Buck. When he is lying in his work chair, he looks just like an ordinary person who is not paralyzed. He gets the same pay and receives no extra care. The only difference between him and others is that he placed the electric wheelchair next to the recliner, and Zhuang Xuteng is now sitting on it.

Why is a person with paralysis of the lower body not receiving extra care in this social public work station? Of course, it is because the staff in the store are the type who can do as little as possible. Zhuang Xuteng occupied other people's wheelchairs, but they turned a blind eye. As long as they don't kill anyone or set fire to the store, don't destroy the equipment here, or don't rob, they have the right to pretend they are invisible.

You can't see the garbage on the ground, you can't see a pervert who finished his work but wanders around the house and touches other people's breasts. Zhuang Xuteng picked up the ring of a can from the ground, held a thin piece of metal between his two fingers, and threw it violently.

"Ouch!" the pervert screamed, and immediately ran outside with his hand covered with blood donation. The thin slices from the can got directly between his metacarpal bones and got stuck on the bones. Any slight shake would make him scream. Again and again. After the pervert ran away, the clerk tried to take a few steps towards Zhuang Xuteng. Zhuang Xuteng glared and scared them away.

There were still fifteen minutes before Buck got off the plane when Kelly came. She frowned as if she was worried, and relied on her past habits to take conditioned steps along the way, so she didn't see Zhuang Xuteng until she entered the store. Her first reaction was to turn around and run away, but after only turning more than 40 degrees, she came to her senses and stopped urgently.

"Why are you running? You don't owe me money!" Zhuang Xuteng smiled, pointed to the work chair next to him, and said: "Long time no see, Kelly. Sit down. These people are like dead bodies when they work, no Will care that you’re sitting in his work chair.”

"You came here to find me, right? What are you doing?" Kelly knew that she couldn't run away, let alone leave Buck, so she sat down obediently and asked.

"I heard some news and found that you may be related to one of my commissioned tasks. If I can know more about it, I will be more confident in my actions." Zhuang Xuteng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't ask here. .Those issues are too sensitive, and I don’t want to silence so many people..."