That was it?
The man in the wheelchair was surprisingly easy to talk to.
The task of receiving guests tonight was much easier than he had imagined, which made Old Hand a little uncomfortable. The man in the wheelchair, who was obviously an expert, also left a very deep impression on him.
He came and went as he pleased, didn't talk much, and only cared about technical issues … And that pair of eyes. He didn't think much of it at the time, but now that he thought about it, it was like a mirror, very transparent, and could reflect some things.
He was definitely a capable person, and it wasn't good to cooperate with this kind of person. The other side didn't seem to be too interested, so he could only take it one step at a time.
After sending off the man in the wheelchair, Old Hand used the excuse of not having enough energy and asked for a leave from Okirin Rongsan. He returned to his little nest, quickly equipped himself, and snuck out of the peace trade market through a secret route that he had already planned. After making a small detour, he returned to Beishan Lake.
The peace trade market was located on the northeast shore of Beishan Lake, which was next to the Misty Mountain Range. If one were to go further into the land, it would be the publicly recognized wilderness. The crust of the islands was relatively brittle, and from time to time, there would be volcanic earthquakes, which made the wilderness particularly restless.
In addition to the terrestrial species that appeared in the forest, the aquatic species at the bottom of Beishan Lake were also quite irritable. Every year, the peace trade market hunted a large number of mutants for raw materials processing, but at the same time, a large number of human lives were thrown into the mountains and lakes.
Of course, the so-called human lives had to be discounted in the eyes of some people.
The topic that Secretary Yin and Okirin Rongsan had discussed was the key.
Why did the vagrant tribe of Old Hand come to Ban City? It was because they had suffered from a relatively serious mutant infection, and the tribe couldn't hold on any longer. If they wanted to receive the so-called "humanitarian aid" from the Star Alliance Committee, the condition was that they had to go to a designated place, sign an agreement, and voluntarily become the relevant living research material.
That was the place that Ban City's peace trade market was.
On the northeast shore of Beishan Lake, there were dozens of public and private laboratories of all sizes, all of which were doing this kind of work. Every year, a large amount of research funds were invested into it.
As for the trade market with the vagrant exchange under the sign of the "Equal Trade Promotion Association", it was nothing more than the careful and meticulous government merchants of Ban City arranging for the continuous flow of "experimental subjects" to make a living.
He could also earn a small sum of money at the same time, so why not?
For example, the Great Ze Cult could exchange the "experimental resources" in their hands and send them to their own factories to work. That would be another wave of income.
Back when Old Luo was struggling in the wilderness, how could he have received such treatment? He was willing to risk his life with everyone to form a friendship, but look at what happened to him!
Therefore, it could be said that the "veteran" had long seen through it.
Perhaps it was because he was old and couldn't stand the torment anymore. Tonight, the "veteran" had a lot of emotions. All kinds of distracting thoughts only gradually settled down after he dived to the bottom of North Mountain Lake.
The signal was still there, but it hadn't moved for a while. The place it stopped at was a supply point in the Old City's waterway at the bottom of the lake. The water depth was more than 180 meters. If a normal person did not have special equipment, it would be impossible for them to dive there, let alone stay there for a long time.
Veteran looked at his own situation and estimated that even if he was fully armed, he could only stay there for about half an hour at most with the power of his equipment.
If the person who came over was still alive, he would have been struggling in the deep water for nearly two hours. For such a situation to happen, he was either a strong person with extraordinary physique, or …
The "fish skin" I hid at the supply point in the open sea is a scam!
The "veteran" had already prepared for the worst. He went out from a sewage outlet on the shore of North Mountain Lake and dived step by step. When he reached a depth of 60 meters, he activated the underwater thruster and entered the city's waterway at the bottom of the lake.
In.
For safety reasons, the annual maintenance of the waterway was personally led by the "veteran", so he couldn't be more familiar with it. It only took him about 15 minutes to reach the vicinity of the supply point.
There was still a considerable distance before a muffled vibration came from the dark and lightless water. It was intermittent, and in the relatively quiet deep water, it seemed too intense.
Of course, there were also mutants in this water area. With such a sound, they had most likely been disturbed …
The "veteran" circled around for a while, but in the end, he gritted his teeth. He held the underwater thruster in one hand and took out the high-pressure gun that was specially used for deep water combat in the other. His speed didn't decrease, but instead increased as he rushed toward the area where the sound was the most intense.
By the time he arrived, the situation had already calmed down.
The sound coming from this area was muffled, and it was mixed with some fragmented noises.
The underwater camera that the "veteran" was wearing collected weak light, temperature difference, sound waves, and other information in the deep water area. It combined all of these to form a blurry circle of images.
This was a concrete building in the old city. It used to be about seven or eight stories tall. They could last longer than those steel high-rise buildings. Even after being submerged underwater for 40 years, the external outline still maintained its basic appearance.
However, compared to the last time he came here, the middle area of this building had a wall that had fallen off, forming a water vortex that shuttled in and out. When the "veteran" approached, it gradually calmed down.
The speed at which the "veteran" approached was even slower, allowing the underwater camera to adapt to the subtle changes in the environment. By the time he quietly passed through the gap in the building, he had a relatively clear grasp of the internal environment.
A fierce battle had just happened here, and most of the traces had been washed away by the water. However, both sides of the fierce battle were still here.
The "veteran" locked onto the target in the corner.
It was a streamlined figure. At first glance, it looked like a large fish that was as long as a person. However, at this time, the skin of this large fish had fallen off in many places, revealing the outline of a human skeleton and some metal-like structures inside.
At this time, this half-man, half-fish monster was tightly hugging a giant octopus that was obviously a mutant species. It used both its hands and mouth and fins to tear and gnaw at the octopus continuously. It looked like a beast or a demon.
The "veteran" stared at this scene in a daze, momentarily speechless.
When he created the "fish skin" and placed it in the supply point in the open sea, he had already expected this day to come. Therefore, the instructions were very solemnly written down the relevant precautions and indicated the worst consequences.
However, he was very clear that when it came to risking his life, these things were nothing!
Life, after all, was chosen by oneself.
The "veteran" silently raised the high-pressure gun and aimed it at the figure. If he was already late, the only thing he could do now was to let this person die with some dignity.
The other party didn't notice at all, but the "veteran" hesitated.
After all, he still hadn't confirmed the details of the other party's state. Also, although the high-pressure gun was called a gun, its range in deep water was still very limited. He didn't have the confidence to hit it in one shot.
After thinking for a moment, he released the underwater thruster and quietly moved forward. Unexpectedly, after advancing a few meters, the person in front of him suddenly turned his head.
The bionic fish head that wrapped around the head was already half damaged. In the deep water and high-pressure environment, the exposed face was also highly distorted, and part of it was still stuck to the "fish skin." One of the eyes had already exploded, and the flesh and blood were badly mangled. There was still a strip of the mutant octopus's meat hanging from the side of his mouth, making him look as ferocious as a ghost.
However, the other party's reaction was unimaginably calm. He just slowly turned around and stayed in place, not reacting to the muzzle that was pointed at him.
A glimmer of hope appeared in the "veteran"'s heart. He also stopped, raised the muzzle, and maintained a safe distance. At the same time, he opened his own diving equipment's communication device.
He caught the other party's signal and connected.
A second later, the communication channel was formed.
"Hello, can you hear me? Who are you? "
"Heh, heh, heh!"
What came through the communication channel was only meaningless throaty sounds and panting, and occasionally one or two high-frequency screeches. There was no way to analyze it at all.
The "veteran"'s heart sank again.
It was very obvious that activating the mutant trait within the "fish skin" and actively forming a mutant infection in order to obtain short-term power had already wiped out the other party's ability to speak.
The "veteran" tried to send a text message, but there was also no response for a long time.
This was normal. The mutant infection had already destroyed the other party's nervous system, and his brain function had already changed. It was already quite amazing that the other party could still maintain a relatively clear mind after such a long time.
And perhaps this was all he could do.
The "veteran" wanted to slap himself in the face again. This is the good thing you created!
Wait a minute, there's still a way, the kind that is often used in educational activities … The "veteran" tried his best to calm his breathing, concentrate, and use his pitifully weak soul power to sketch out a certain special structure.
According to the church's philosophy, one flower cannot grow into spring, and one tree cannot grow into a forest. Ordinary people without talent could only rely on collective cooperation to survive a great calamity that could come at any time. Only then would they be able to build a "shelter" for themselves and their fellow believers, huddling together for warmth.
The "veteran" himself did not have the ability to realize telepathic communication, but if the other party was really a member of the church …
The water rippled, and the mutant octopus that had already been torn into pieces smashed over.
The "veteran" was startled, and he subconsciously raised the high-pressure gun again. He quickly came to a realization. With the structure of a mollusk, and the fact that he was nearly two hundred meters underwater, it was impossible for him to cause any damage.
Furthermore, apart from this throw, the person on the other side only twisted his body in place, stirring up the water ripples. There was no follow-up attack.
Then …
"You won't let me use it?"
"Heh, heh, heh!"
"Is there danger?"
"…"
Other than panting, there was no other sound, so the "veteran" knew that he had guessed correctly. But with the current situation, he could not keep guessing. He could not imagine the specifics of the situation at all.
What should I do?
At this moment, the hideous body in front of him moved, slowly moving forward. The "heh" sound came from the communicator again. He could tell that the other party was trying to make his voice steady, revealing his desire to communicate.
Want to get closer to communicate?
The "veteran" was a little hesitant. That's right, he had joined the Soul Order, but he could not be considered a devout believer. He saw it more as a partner who huddled together for warmth, and this was also in line with the teachings of the church.
Now, he was asked to risk his life … Bah, a man in the wilderness had all sorts of bad habits, except for one, and that was never a coward!
The "veteran" forcibly stabilized his body and watched as the other party approached bit by bit. He also watched as the other party used chaotic and even ridiculous movements to make all sorts of signals.
It was very difficult to understand, but the "veteran" was shrewd and ruthless at this moment. He remembered the experience of learning the "Sanctuary" technique when he first joined the church.
Recalling the scene at that time, he freed a hand and stretched it forward. Just like that, he touched the body in front of him that was neither a human nor a fish. The cold and slippery touch was faintly discernible through the diving suit.
However, apart from the simple and crude touch, he also felt a little bit of warmth. It did not belong to the cold and gloomy lake water, but to another world of nothingness. It turned into a warm light and slowly traced a trajectory.
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