69novels Chapter 48 God Abandoned You
Chapter 48 God Abandoned You
"Advisor, should we notify Commander Buck to arrest him?" Father Alpha asked.
"Arrest him?" Rowe looked at the priest as if he were an idiot.
"We're just managers of a grain depot. What authority do we have to arrest people in Chaodu?"
"Besides, we have no evidence. Based on just a smell, the noble court would consider us crazy and turn us into servants for 'defamation'."
"What should we do then?"
"We don't need to arrest anyone. We just need to submit the 'accounts'."
Luo Wei walked out of the interrogation room and went to the monitoring room next door.
He turned on his personal communication terminal.
The black ring that Governor Alicia gave him.
He began writing the report.
He didn't use a horrifying tone filled with exclamation marks to describe the alien invasion.
As a clerk, he knew what kind of reports would attract the attention of the administrators.
It is also the best way to protect yourself.
He wrote a document titled in a professional, calm, and somewhat dry bureaucratic tone:
Report on Risk Assessment and Source Tracing Analysis of Unknown Biological Contamination of Human Resources in the Seventh Grain Depot.
In the report.
He downplayed the terrifying Terren Vanguard gene-stealer as "a biological virus that causes a decline in labor productivity and is extremely stealthy."
This was not because Governor Alicia was ignorant.
Although she may indeed not know as much as Loewy does.
Rather, it's to avoid risks.
"Gene stealers" and "Terran" are very sensitive terms.
If Lowe had simply written in the report, "Discovery of infiltration by the Genestealer cult":
This is a Level 1 alien intrusion alert.
According to imperial law.
If this news were to leak out, it could very well attract the attention of the Inquisition or the Astartes.
Their approach is usually not to "catch the mole," but rather to issue an "extermination order":
It might just blow up the planet.
It could also wipe out all suspected cases, including Lowe himself.
However, if it is written as "biological viruses, human resource pollution".
This turned into an "internal administrative incident" and a "local health and epidemic prevention problem".
This falls under the governor's jurisdiction.
The governor can clean it himself without reporting to Terra.
There is no need to attract uncontrollable external forces.
In his report, Lowe detailed the following information:
Physiological characteristics of fourth-generation mixed-race individuals;
Pheromone band;
There is also a special clue about "aristocratic incense".
He did not name names or speculate.
He merely "objectively" pointed out the possible levels at which this source of pollution might exist.
Then it was suggested that the Governor's Office conduct a "thorough internal cleaning".
After you finish writing the report, click "Send".
The data stream traveled hundreds of kilometers in an instant through an encrypted channel, reaching the towering Governor's Spire.
After doing all this, Luo Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to the interrogation room.
Father Alpha is worried.
"Advisor, what should we do with these samples? Burn them? It's a bit of a waste to use them as fuel, but keeping them is also a potential hazard."
Rowe scanned the mixed-race individuals.
In his eyes, these monsters were more of a resource than an enemy.
Although it is a high-risk resource, it can still generate value if properly managed.
"Alpha," Lowe said in a deep voice, "weren't you fascinated by the principles of the 'Wall of Gluttony'?"
The priest's electronic eyes lit up, and he replied:
"Yes. The decaying power of the plague and the evolutionary power of the Zerg have reached a terrifying dynamic balance at the microscopic level. It is blasphemous, but also... beautiful."
"Theory needs to be tested in practice." Rowe pointed to the hybrids. "Here we have ready-made 'Zerg' materials. And outside, there are plenty of plague viruses."
"You want me to..." The priest's mechanical tentacles trembled.
"I want you to develop a 'neutralizing agent,' or you could call it a weapon. If we can master this balance, perhaps we can create armor that can resist both the plague and the assimilation of the Zerg."
"This...this is double heresy!" The priest's voice trembled.
However, Lowe could tell that it was from excitement.
"For the Emperor, for survival!" Lowe skillfully pulled out this universal excuse. "As long as the outcome is good, the God of Machines will forgive us for any 'compromises' we make in the process."
After saying that, Luo Wei walked up to the fourth-generation being.
The other person could no longer speak, but their eyes were filled with hatred.
Lowe crouched down and said in a tone that was gentle to the point of cruelty:
"Your god has abandoned you. Look, you are suffering here, and the 'patriarch' lurking above has not sent anyone to save you."
The fourth-generation species' eyes were dull and lifeless.
"But I'm giving you a chance." Rowe pointed to the laboratory next to them, filled with various instruments, "to cooperate with the priest's research. If you can survive, if you can prove that your genes are stronger than the plague..."
Lowe paused for a moment, then threw out the final bait:
"Perhaps I will allow you to see your wife one last time. Of course, on this side of the glass wall."
This is a lie.
Once inside the lab, this guy could never come out as a "human" again.
His final resting place.
It can only be a bunch of data.
A lump of meat wriggling in a petri dish.
But for someone drowning, even a straw is a hope.
The fourth-generation creature's gaze wavered.
The previously tense muscles relaxed.
A kind of resigned despondency.
"Take it with you." Luo Wei stood up, clapped his hands as if brushing off dust.
Several fully armed servants stepped forward and dragged the hybrids deeper into the laboratory.
Silence returned to the interrogation room.
The exhaust fan hummed, trying to draw away the unsettling smell of blood from the air.
Lo Wei glanced at the black ring on his hand.
shock.
It was just a short line of text from Governor Alicia's private channel:
"Well done. The cleanup has begun. What reward would you like?"
Luo Wei smiled slightly.
This beautiful governor is exceptionally intelligent.
She didn't ask for details, nor did she raise any questions.
I didn't linger on that report.
She took immediate action and rewarded the recipients.
This suggests that there were probably already suspects within the Governor's Office.
Lowe's report merely gave her an excuse and a starting point to take action.
Luo Wei thought for a moment and then typed a reply.
He didn't ask for money.
I did not ask for a higher position.
They didn't want those flashy but impractical medals either.
He replied:
I need a batch of industrial-grade high-temperature incinerators, preferably models designed for processing highly toxic chemical waste. Also... a detailed underground structural diagram of the Ninth Grain Depot.
……
The next day, after Luo Wei finished dealing with the complicated official business at the granary, it was already night.
He returned to the front residential area.
He was carrying three heavy military canvas bags.
Old John followed behind, his back hunched, holding a dim, windproof lantern in his hand.
"My esteemed advisor, they... are still crying inside," Old John said in a low voice.
Last night's operation to capture the alien was swift and precise.
However, for ordinary people, the visual impact of getting up close to a monster is enough to shatter their reason.
Luo Wei didn't say anything, he just reached out and pushed the door open.
With a creak, the rusty hinge clicked.
The room was dark.
Only a single emergency light in the corner emitted a stark white glow.
The widows of the three soldiers huddled in the corner of the cot.
They were wearing thin nightgowns, their eyes unfocused.
His body was still trembling slightly from the aftershocks of the electric shock and from the shock.
Upon seeing Luo Wei enter, the youngest widow instinctively shrank back, letting out a suppressed sob.
Lo Wei did not offer any of the usual philanthropic gestures or concern.
There was no extra sympathy shown.
He walked to the only table and slammed down the three canvas bags he was carrying.
"Bang."
The dull sound drew the attention of the three women involuntarily.
"Crying is the privilege of the weak, but in this world, it has no value."
After speaking, Luo Wei untied the drawstring of the canvas bag and poured the contents out one by one onto the table.
Three brand-new dark gray uniforms, neatly folded.
The uniform of formal staff in the logistics department.
The fabric is thick, durable, and warm.
In addition, there are three sets of keys with bronze plaques attached.
These are single-person dormitories corresponding to the core living area of the Seventh Grain Depot.
It has a private bathroom and 24-hour hot water supply.
In addition, there were three magnetic cards with a golden double-headed eagle emblem.
The "Level 1 Supply Allocation Card" was personally applied for by Luo Wei.
This meant that they could go to the officers' mess every day to collect two compressed biscuits and an unlimited amount of clean drinking water.
In Fengrao No. 2, these three things are combined.
The value exceeded the life savings of their deceased husbands.
You could even say that this is the ticket to "heaven".
The three women stopped crying and stared blankly at the things on the table.
The instinct for survival temporarily overwhelmed the fear of the alien.
"You did a great job last night. The decoy mission is over."
Lovira moved over to a chair and sat down, placing her hands folded on her knees.
"Now, I have two jobs for you to choose from."
He held up one finger.
"First, take the compensation money, which should be enough to buy about two hundred kilograms of corpse starch. Then leave here and go back to the refugee camp."
"You are still young and fertile. You can be assigned another husband, and then pray that he lives longer than the last one, pray that he won't be dragged away by walkers in the middle of the night, and pray that he won't sell you to the gang for half a loaf of bread."
The three women's faces turned deathly pale.
They had just crawled out of hell and knew all too well what that kind of life was like.
Lo Wei raised his second finger.
"Secondly, you will wear this uniform, live in a single dormitory, and eat biscuits and drink bottled water every day. You will be under the logistics department and directly under my command."
"No one will dare to harass you anymore, and no one will dare to use you as a tool to vent their desires."
The older widow, trembling, raised her head and asked with some emotion, "What is the price? Sir, you...you didn't raise us for nothing."
"Smart." Lowe nodded approvingly. "The price is that you will become my eyes."