The outer ring layer, the bottom layer, and the middle layer of Herbolon had all been vacated to accommodate the "world migrants."
These areas had been collectively called the [Zombie Factory].
A set of detailed, stable, and controllable control methods had been used in these areas. The basic process was as follows:
The lunatics who came to Herbolon from all over the world would be eroded and infected by the "metal spores" when they were five kilometers away from the company. Some of the lowest-level lunatics would directly turn into "metal zombies."
For the lunatics in good physical condition, they might be able to resist the metal spores that were not dense in the periphery and smoothly enter the company's bottom buildings (warehouses, stations, basic workshops, etc.).
Here, they would be infected with a higher concentration of proliferative bacteria and turn into zombies with higher mutation rates and various forms.
Very few tribal leaders or organization leaders were lunatics with the help of the pyrolyte mine. If they could continue to go deeper, they would find the company's organic research institute or come into contact with the middle core area.
They would have the opportunity to be infected with extremely pure second-generation or first-generation bacteria and undergo a deeper mutation.
In any case, the lunatics who were transformed into metal zombies had to go through a process.
[Crazy Laughter Baptism]
Herbolon was playing a set of "throat phonograph" created by Han Dong through biological means at all times. It constantly played the laughter that Han Dong had recorded in advance.
The "Crazy Laughter Virus" would completely take root in their brains through resonance and remove all impurities. It was like a computer virus that directly reformatted the computer after invading the system disk.
The removed impurities also included the program implanted by the World Network and turned them into walking dead controlled by Han Dong.
After reformatting.
They would be sent to the munitions workshop to be equipped with suitable pyrolyte weapons based on their body shape, characteristics, and strength.
The workshop assembly line maintained maximum operating efficiency at all times.
After passing the stability test.
These finished metal zombies would not be kept inside the company. After all, the company's space was limited, and it had to accommodate the lunatics who migrated from all over the world.
Therefore, the finished products would be "packaged and exported."
They would go to Herbolon's underground station in batches and go to the nearest peripheral station to London, where they would be on standby.
Everything was carried out in an orderly manner under the supervision of the chief engineer, Goldie.
But as time went by, Han Dong faintly sensed that something was not quite right.
"Why hasn't the other party's investigation team arrived yet? The hundreds of crows I set up outside didn't give back any information. These death crows I created also share 1% of the [Magic Eye], so they can see through most disguises.
What's with this uneasy feeling? "
"What's there to think about? If there are really experts invading, can't we just kill them directly?"
Glenn sat to the side without a care in the world. He held an energy pistol in his hand and was trying to blow up his own head with different bullets.
They were either shooting at their temples or shooting at the roof of their mouths. They seemed to be fascinated by the thrill of the energy bullets piercing through their heads.
The more Han Dong thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. He immediately established a telepathic connection with someone.
"Demps, what are you doing?"
Who knew that as soon as the connection was connected, there would be a series of ambiguous panting sounds from a female.
[Work.]
[I might need your help here. Bring Miss Helen to the munitions workshop.
Help me look after the workshop and Grimm. As for the latter … I believe you have a way.]
[What about you?]
[I keep feeling that something is wrong. I'll go to the company's lower level and check it myself. If there's nothing wrong, I'll rush back in half an hour.]
[Okay, but I might not be able to control Grimm. If he does anything strange, I'll inform you immediately.]
[Okay, keep in touch.]
After the call ended, Han Dong immediately turned to Grimm, who was blowing up his own head. "Brother Grimm, there's a problem with the zombies in the lower level. I have to go and take a look. It'll take me half an hour at most.
Please look after the munitions workshop. "
Han Dong had just finished speaking.
Swoosh!
Grimm turned around and pointed a finger at Han Dong's shoulder.
A bottomless hole was poked out … No blood flowed out. Upon closer inspection, one would find that the wall of the hole was a combination of tentacles and rocks.
"Go … If there's any danger, I can contact you through the abyss even if I seal my senses.
If you feel like you're going to die, use your finger to drill into the 'hole'. I'll respond immediately. "
Grimm, who seemed to be crazy, actually knew the situation in front of him like the back of his hand.
He knew very well what such a large-scale migration would attract, which was why he was willing to stay in the company.
He also knew that Han Dong's trip down would definitely lead to a strong intruder.
"Okay."
Demps came to take over with Miss Helen, whose face was full of love.
Han Dong presented the black umbrella that the priest had given him and headed to the lower level in disguise. He used the umbrella's effect to blend into the darkness.
The zombies that were controlled by the mad laughter did not react to Han Dong's dark sword at all.
Every time he went to an area, he would use his Magic Eye to perform a comprehensive scan. At the same time, he constructed more than ten blood dog nostrils on the surface of his right arm so that Count could help.
After checking three large areas in succession, he did not find anything. The zombies' production process was also completely normal.
Count's complaints were then heard.
"Nicholas, since there are crow spies outside, all the detection devices in the company have been turned on.
Even if the enemy team really has the ability to successfully avoid the crows and sneak into the company, they will inevitably clash with the zombies because they don't understand the situation.
There are only five days left until the London title deed is exhausted. If I were the enemy team's leader, I would definitely be busy preparing for war.
After all, the real key is to take down London. This group of low-level aborigines can't make any big waves. "
Even if Count's words made some sense, Han Dong did not listen at all.
He believed in his intuition. The uneasiness in his heart must be completely eliminated, especially at such an important juncture.
"There are still the [Train Development and Assembly Workshop] and the [Garbage Treatment Area] left to check. If you're sure there are no problems, then go up. It won't take long."
"Since you're so willful, this Count will accompany you to waste some time."
Han Dong, holding the black umbrella, came to the train production workshop.
There were a large number of ring wall cranes and several brand-new trains that had stopped development. A large number of new metal materials were also piled up in the workshop. The view was not very good.
Because there was only one entrance, the number of zombies active here was relatively small.
[Magic Eye. Open]
When Han Dong carefully searched every corner, Count also grew out his dog head and sniffed the small particles flowing in the air.
All of a sudden.
A wisp of subtle gas that Count had never smelled before entered his nose. It did not belong to metal, nor did it belong to living things. It was like the smell of some kind of cloth.
"Ni …"
Count was about to explain the situation to Han Dong.
Buzz!
Count, who only existed in his body with his consciousness, widened his eyes. Just now, he had the intuitive feeling of being slashed.
He even felt that his consciousness was being divided into two.
Even if death was in front of him, Count gritted his teeth and struggled to convey two words.
"Run!"
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