Their conversation was overheard by the three D-grade personnel who had been urgently transferred from the nearby base.
But after hearing Carl clearly point out that there was no amnesty for D-grade personnel, even though they already knew, they were still very depressed to hear it again.
In fact, every D-grade personnel knew very well that they could only stay in the Blue and White Society forever until they died.
From the moment they were faced with the death penalty and S13, they had already been told that after signing, they would be dead people in society.
Everyone knew that a death row criminal who had been executed would never be able to return to society no matter what. Unless the world was in chaos and doomsday came, there was still a slight possibility.
Not being forced to face certain death missions was already the limit.
Carl led Mo Qiong out of the research institute. Along the way, Mo Qiong finally understood why.
This was not only because the system did not allow it, but also because reality did not allow D-grade personnel to have a guaranteed future.
Because the containment world itself was so cruel. The Blue and White Society could not even guarantee the lives of its members, so how could they guarantee the safety of D-grade personnel?
This containment failure resulted in the death of 154 official and peripheral personnel, and 21 D-grade personnel.
But if the death rate was calculated, before the reinforcements arrived, there were 160 combatants fighting in the research institute, including the peripheral personnel, and 23 D-grade personnel.
The death rate was 96% and 91% respectively. The death rate was lower for D-grade personnel.
Even counting the official members, there were 21 in total. With 15 dead, the death rate was 71%.
Only when researchers like Carl were included would the death rate of official members be reduced to 50%.
Even if the containment failure was an extreme case where all members could die 100%.
But the containment operations of club members in the field were also quite dangerous.
They were strong enough, more capable than D-grade personnel, and had more resources and intelligence. But correspondingly, they also had to bear more responsibilities.
Club members were guaranteed, but only in terms of living expenses and more freedom than D-grade personnel.
D-grade personnel carried out certain death tests. Similarly, club members would carry out certain death missions.
It was just that one was carried out daily, and the other was carried out occasionally.
The work done by the former was a necessary part of the containment enterprise, so only a group of people could be forced to do it. If this was evil, then it was a necessary evil.
The work done by the latter was also a necessary part of the containment enterprise. They also had to make sacrifices, but they were willing to do so.
Forced execution because they were guilty.
Voluntary execution because there was love.
Someone had to do what was necessary. Someone had to do it … This was reality.
It was impossible for members who were supported by their beliefs to fulfill the duties of a D-class member.
The D-class members also did not have the spirit of voluntary sacrifice to fulfill the duties of a member.
If one's life could be guaranteed because of their contributions, just like the millions of protected masses, then it wouldn't be the D-class members who wanted to be pardoned, but the official members who wanted to be 'promoted' to D-class members.
The official members also did not rest throughout the year, and they also made outstanding contributions, but they also never received the guarantee that they would definitely survive.
D-grade members who had contributed too much were not forced to face certain death missions. This was already the limit. Compared to some of the club members, other than not being able to casually enter society, there was no difference.
Order could not be messed up. The Lan Bai Society, whose responsibility was too great, could not and could not set a precedent.
Karl told Mo Qiong that it wasn't that the D-class members couldn't be rewarded. It was just that Order couldn't clearly point out how they could be rewarded.
The D-class members could only redeem themselves in despair and win the respect of the society. When the time came, even if there was no clear order to protect them, the members would not mistreat them.
In fact, there were D-class members who fought alongside the club members, and no one discriminated against them.
Everything was just necessary people doing necessary things.
"You go back and rest first, Mo Qiong, don't tell anyone about the detailed information about anomalies."
"Tomorrow morning at 8 … report to the research institute."
Hearing Karl's words, Mo Qiong couldn't help but ask: "What's the matter?"
Karl smiled: "You'll know tomorrow."
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When Mo Qiong returned to his apartment, Zhang Wei and the others quickly came to find him.
They didn't know what Mo Qiong did, but they knew that there was an outbreak of containment failure in the research institute today!
The entire Meng Island was in a state of panic. Hundreds of soldiers armed with live ammunition were on alert everywhere in the town.
The airport and the dock were all locked down. There were even two ships that just arrived and anchored outside the port.
A group of club members either ran on air or parachuted down from the sky. When they were still 100 meters above the ground, they cut off their parachutes and directly landed on the ground.
The limiters were asked to stay in their rooms and not go out. Not long ago, a group of guards with guns searched the apartment floor by floor as if they were looking for something.
This made the limiters even more nervous, because an anomaly ran out of the building.
Fortunately, it was a false alarm for them. Although they didn't know what exactly happened, Mo Qiong was in the research institute when the incident happened.
Now that Mo Qiong came back alive, these limiters were both excited and curious.
"You came back in one piece, how was it? Was it exciting? " Zhang Wei laughed and hugged Mo Qiong, not at all afraid that Mo Qiong might have brought back some kind of effect.
He knew that since Mo Qiong was allowed to return to his apartment, it meant that there was no spreading danger, and the containment failure was definitely resolved.
The main thing was that Preacher David happened to be here, so he didn't have to rush here from outside and grasped the golden opportunity. Otherwise, not to mention many things, just the back in the painting alone would have been unstoppable.
Other than avoiding it, the club members could only try their best to provoke it and use their lives to keep it underground.
Mo Qiong frowned: "More than 180 people died, do you think it's exciting?"
"Ugh …" no one dared to laugh anymore.
Zhang Wei said: "Was … was it that dangerous? Seeing you come back in one piece, I thought it was a false alarm. "
Mo Qiong looked at them helplessly, not knowing what to say.
After thinking for a while, he took off his shirt.
On his chest, there was a deep red blood scab right in front of his heart. The wound was the size of a bowl, and around it, there were many thorn-like wounds that were 'bursting' in all directions. Those were the traces of his skin being torn apart, and together with the bloody hole in his chest, it was like a bloody sun was blooming.
The blood scab had yet to heal, and even if it did, there would be a flat, or even sunken, bloody scar on his chest. It was hideous and conspicuous.
A huge piece of flesh had been torn off, and compared to his perfect right breast, such a horrifying wound in front of his heart looked too frightening.
"Hiss!" everyone gasped. Normal people had never seen such a huge and hideous blood scab.
Zhang Wei said in horror: "Your heart was dug out! It's so big … it was stabbed into your heart, and you're still alive? "
He measured it with his hand, and it was the size of a palm.
With such a large blood scab on the heart, people couldn't help but imagine that it was a terrifying large hand that brutally stabbed into the heart like a murder weapon and pinched the beating heart …
It was a narrow escape, an absolute narrow escape. Such a horrifying injury made the limiters pale, and they did not dare to look directly at it.
Then, they saw that there were many wounds on Mo Qiong's waist and arms. It was definitely not the first time he was in danger.
Mo Qiong quietly put on his clothes, and without saying a word, he had already let them understand how dangerous the Containment Failure was.
Although the wound in his chest was not as horrifying as they thought, the fan head did not even touch Mo Qiong's heart, and only tore off his left breast.
But the situation was indeed dangerous. If Mo Qiong had not seen the security guard die without hesitation, and did not care about anything else, he would have definitely died.
Because the next attack from the fan head would not have dug out his chest, but directly scratched his heart. If he had been a second late, Mo Qiong would not have just lost his left breast, but a few pieces of his heart would have been torn off.
His heart was torn to pieces, but he was still alive?
Even so, the wound from having his chest dug out was already shocking enough, and for these limiters who had never seen such an injury before, it was a huge visual shock.
"What kind of terrifying thing attacked you? How did you survive? "everyone asked.
Mo Qiong shook his head: "When I came back, I was told that I can't tell you about anomalies that you haven't experienced before"
When he was still a limiter, other than the anomalies that these people had experienced, he didn't know about any other anomalies.
But after experiencing the Containment Failure and being temporarily recruited, he learned a lot about the dangers of anomalies. And if he wasn't present, he would not have been told about these anomalies.
"Then …"
Everyone started to talk, wanting to ask something else, and became even more curious about Mo Qiong's experience.
But Mo Qiong wasn't in the mood to chat with them and tiredly said: "I'm too tired, and injured, so I want to rest early. Do you need something?"
"You rest, you rest …"
"We won't disturb you any longer …"
Seeing Mo Qiong in a daze, combined with his injuries, everyone was tactful enough to not disturb him and left to let him rest.
Seeing that he wasn't in the mood to satisfy their gossip, they all left in disappointment.
But Mo Qiong was even more disappointed. After getting to know a few members and D-class members, he felt that limiters were very lucky, including himself.
No wonder there were only three recommendations every year, but there hadn't been any for the past three years. Among the limiters, there weren't many who were worthy of being groomed.
90% of limiters would become peripheral members, but almost none of them would become combatants, so they would still be protected, just like the rest of the society.
These peripheral members who were converted from limiters only made up a very small portion of the total number of peripheral members.
After the Containment Failure this time, the peripheral members also suffered heavy losses. Other than a few who were locked in the stairwell and didn't participate in the battle, the security guards were all dead!
These combatant peripheral members were actually only one step away from becoming official members. From what Mo Qiong knew, they were all members who had undergone training but didn't pass the assessment.
Because of that, they were actually on the same level as official members, but because they didn't pass the assessment, they didn't become official members, so their abilities were a bit lacking.
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