Chapter 78
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Mellon Consortium, Scavenger Headquarters.
The carriage stopped in front of the door. Dean got off the carriage and looked up at the huge sleeping building. He walked up the stairs step by step and came to the entrance hall. He saw that it was very empty inside. There were several consortium scavengers in front of the announcement board in front of the hall to browse the information.
The bulletin board was dedicated to announcing the information that the scavengers needed. It was mainly about the changes in the various areas under the jurisdiction of the Mellon consortium or the changes in the neighboring areas. When Dean entered the door, he could see the information on the bulletin board. One of them was actually the message of area no. 8. The general meaning was that area no. 8 was temporarily blocked. Scavengers should not enter.
Dudian knew that in addition to them occasionally being assigned by the consortium to scavenge in a specific area, scavengers were free to go to any area under the jurisdiction of the Mellon consortium. There were no restrictions. Therefore, most of the scavengers would come to understand the latest changes in each area before going on a mission. It was to avoid encountering dangers like the one they were facing this time.
After all, although these areas had been cleaned, but how could the undead and monsters pay attention to the lines drawn by people. They would often break into some areas that had already been scavenged, just like the one Dean met.
After a glance, Dean went upstairs along the corridor inside the hall.
"Hey, Dean?" Suddenly a voice came.
Dean looked over and saw Peter coming out of the office with a cup of hot coffee. He smiled and said: "Mr. Peter."
"The materials you picked up haven't been estimated yet. What are you doing here?" Peter asked in a strange tone.
Dean also felt strange. Hadn't he heard about his own things? Suddenly, he thought about it. Hunter's affairs seemed to be confidential. Ordinary scavengers could only rely on their qualifications like Scott to hear some gossip. But Dean didn't expect that Peter wouldn't get the news. He smiled and euphemistically avoided the topic: "It seems that there is something the higher-ups want me to do." Peter froze for a moment.
Peter froze for a moment and suddenly thought of something. He frowned and said to himself: "It shouldn't be. Even if they suspect, they won't suspect you newcomers …" Peter looked at Dudian's puzzled eyes and hesitated for a moment. He approached Dudian and whispered: "I guess they are looking for you about the undeads in the 8th area. I have heard about it. A few days ago there was news from the Hunter's headquarters that they will thoroughly investigate the scavengers who entered the 8th area. However, there is no reason for them to suspect you newcomers. You don't have to worry too much, as long as you pay attention to your words."
Dean couldn't help but be startled. His whole body was slightly erect. It was as if he had encountered an instinctive danger. But soon he found that he was overreacting. His face quickly returned to normal: "I was wondering. Mr. Peter, thank you for reminding me!"
Peter smiled: "I'm looking at you. Work hard!" Then he left with the hot coffee.
Dean looked at Peter's back and slowly turned back. The smile on his face had disappeared. His eyes slightly narrowed. He thought that the Hunter headquarters would investigate area no. 8 and look for traces from the scene. He didn't expect that the scope of thorough investigation would be expanded to the scavengers. Although he wasn't afraid, but such a big action was enough to show that the Hunter headquarters was very serious about this matter!
His mind quickly recalled the traces that he had dealt with. He suddenly thought of something. This magic mark was the ability of every hunter. So would other hunters have any special abilities like his keen sense of smell?
Thinking of this, his fingers slightly clenched. His heart made up his mind. Even if the higher-ups investigated, he wouldn't admit it!
He looked at the steps in front of him. His expression was calm as he walked step by step.
The scavenger headquarters had a total of four floors. Each floor had guards. These guards were selected from the nobles of the Mellon consortium. Only the nobles had the right to recruit private armed forces. But the quota was limited. This was one of the basic requirements for a consortium to have a foothold.
The door opened, and a middle-aged butler opened it. He looked up and down at Dudian, and smiled: "You are the new member of the consortium, Dudian. Please come in."
Dean nodded and entered the room.
The dazzling golden light immediately shone on his body, and a faint fragrance wafted from every corner of the room. The floor he was stepping on was extremely soft, it was actually a dark red carpet. He quickly and accurately glanced at everything in the room. All the tables, chairs, sofas, desks and oil paintings were extremely expensive. A compelling atmosphere of elegance and wealth crowded over him.
He sighed deeply in his heart at the luxury. His gaze fell on a huge oil painting of a woman at the top of the room. It was a middle-aged man with a strong physique. He had thick eyebrows and starry eyes. He had a murderous and cold temperament. At the same time, he also had a bit of vicissitudes and laziness. The most eye-catching thing was the side of his chin, near his neck, where there was a finger-long scar.
The position of this scar was shocking. It made people think that if it was half a centimeter away, perhaps the carotid artery would have been cut.
"Little guy, come and sit down." The middle-aged man looked at Dean. There was a little surprise in his eyes as he smiled.
Dean saw the gentle attitude of the middle-aged man. He knew that he was not going to inquire about the hunter. His heart was relieved. He went to the sofa opposite to the middle-aged man and sat down.
"I've seen your resume. The radiation value measured before was only 0.8, not even 1!" The middle-aged man gently opened a book on the table and smiled at Dean: "This time you have just come back from outside the giant wall. The radiation value in your body has just broken 1. But the radiation content in your body is high. After a period of time, your body will automatically adjust and adapt. The radiation content should be reduced by 0.1. In general, the radiation content is less than 1. Little guy, do you know that this is the radiation content of a hunter?"
Dean nodded slightly. He was not surprised.
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