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Chapter 246 Clues
There are always accidents in the world, let alone in a dangerous wasteland.

"I've talked about the Mutant Valley so many times," Smoker found a chair and sat down, "What on earth is that place?"

"You don't know? That's right," Butler Zhao lowered his head, "Few outsiders know that there is such a place, even in Thunder City. People in Thunder City have the most information about the Mutant Valley, which comes from various true and false sources. Fake news. But that place does exist, and I go there every year. Many people are afraid of those blue-skinned weirdos, but I know that they are just poor people. Even the godfather who shouts the slogan of pure-blood human supremacy , I didn’t do anything to them when I first took power.”

[Smoking backwards like a god]: What to do now?Keep searching and run to this new area; or should you just forget about it?
[Supreme Crazy Young Man]: Let’s go take a look first.I don’t know what the reward is for this mission.What if Butler Zhao gives us canned rat meat from two warehouses?
[Smoking backwards is like a god]: I have an idea.The Brotherhood and the Djinn Glory Company are basically in a state of hostility, but our relationship with both parties is okay.Players should be able to make a lot of money by reselling supplies.

[Big-Eyed Cute Man]: We’re all here, let’s continue with the mission.

[Wolf that meows like a cat]: Agreed.

Butler Zhao took out a map from the drawer and slowly unfolded it.

Where one triangle mark is connected to another triangle mark by a dotted line.

"This is the Mutant Valley. Don't look at the clear route on the map. Once on the ground, with every experienced person carrying it, outsiders will definitely get lost."

Mengnan said: "Butler Zhao, let me tell you the truth. We, the Flying Potato God Cult, want to do long-term business with your cannery. We will definitely try our best to help with this matter. However, if there are any clues, it is best to Tell us in advance.”

Butler Zhao hesitated for a moment: "There may be some clues about the factory director's office and bedroom, but that is the factory director's private space——"

"Butler Zhao!" Tudou Girl said in a serious tone, "What time has it been! Is your factory director a shady person? Is his little secret more important to you than his life?"

This old man, who said he was in his 50s but looked to be in his 60s, stood up limping.

"Okay," he said, "I'll take you there."

……

The cannery director's office is connected to his bedroom. The layout is simple, but low-key and luxurious.

"Don't turn it over," Butler Zhao said. "Once you turn it over, put it back in its original place."

Hearing this, the smoker curled his lips.

This old man overestimates the player's moral level.

If the group of players running around outside were here, the old man would have been tied to a pillar and being questioned by the players, and the entire office building would have been moved cleanly.

The moral level of the players is basically zero.

When it comes to the Smoker himself, if what he finds is useful, the Smoker will also find a way to record it, such as secretly tearing a page and hiding it in the game backpack where the NPC will never find it.

He opened a black-covered book.

On a certain day of a certain month and year, the weather is fine.

Deliver [-] boxes of canned rat meat per kilogram

Enter sixty pounds of good quality feed
"This is the account book," Butler Zhao said, "It's just a simple record, the details will not appear here."

The smoker finds it meaningless.

On Tudou Girl's side, nothing was found except a photo.

She looked at the photo, which showed a man and a woman smiling brightly.

Butler Zhao said: "The person above is the factory director. This was taken when he was young. Next to him is the factory director's wife." "Where is the factory director's wife?" Tudou Girl asked casually, "Your factory director has come out. Is the factory director’s wife going to be extremely anxious about such a big matter?”

"She passed away more than ten years ago," Butler Zhao found a chair and sat down. "The factory director did not remarry and did not leave any children. In the early years, they were a well-known loving couple in the nearby streets. , after all, starting from scratch, selling the only rat meat in Thunder City, it is very difficult."

He suddenly thought of something: "Madam, madam, is this true?"

Tudou Girl asked: "Butler Zhao?"

"Oh," Butler Zhao said with squinted eyes, "Today is Madam's memorial day. Madam's tomb is on the way to the Mutant Valley, but Thunder City is always moving, and it may not be safe there now. Is the factory director? Departed from the safe route and went to visit Madam's grave? But what does this have to do with mutants?"

Mengnan said: "Anything can happen in the wasteland, not to mention that your factory director deviated from the safe route."

His fingers while flipping through the notes paused.

The note says something about the border warriors:
...Later I learned that Djinn City abandoned these warriors who sacrificed their lives for them in the early days and persecuted and expelled these poor people without morals.

It's really infuriating to think about it. In those dark ages, it was these soldiers who suffered from aberration disease but survived and protected the unarmed civilians. But when the war subsided, Djinn City immediately killed the donkeys and publicized the border warriors. The harm caused was the massacre of batches of meritorious soldiers.The border warriors did steal the power of monsters, but they are not monsters and are not our enemies.

That year, the last group of border warriors were expelled from the Giant Spirit City and wandered in the wasteland, with their numbers becoming increasingly scarce.

I, the fourth commander of the Fearless Legion, convinced the people at the headquarters to build a shelter for these poor people, named "Mutant Valley".

I must admit, I am not a noble person.

On the one hand, the Fearless Legion is fighting outside, and there are often soldiers who are severely deformed, but still retain their sanity. These people need to be properly resettled; on the other hand, the power of the border warriors is of great value.

They are much more resistant to aberrations than we are, and they also have magical powers.

I sometimes wonder, is this an evolution?These mutants, Frontier Warriors, are better adapted to their new environment than we are, are we falling behind?
Are their bodies more advanced than ours?
This kind of speculation often makes my skin crawl, but it’s true.

This should be the most far-reaching thing I have done during my tenure.

Once upon a time, human civilization was so brilliant, but under the World-Destroying Demonic Dynasty, there were only a few survivors left to eke out an ignoble existence; not to mention, our current strength is far inferior to what it once was.

If the world-destroying demonic tide comes again, how long can we hold it back?

I can declare openly and openly that the aberration ritual of the border warriors is our trump card against the demonic tide.

If one day, human civilization is in danger, we should all do everything possible to continue civilization-even if we become a subspecies of human beings.

"It's crazy, isn't it," Butler Zhao said, "This is the autobiography of the fourth commander of the Fearless Legion. When he was young, he was a staunch supporter of pure human supremacy, but in his later years, he lost his spirit and also Becoming crazy. He even advocated that we should inject ourselves with aberration drugs to increase the level of aberration tolerance by forcibly modifying genes."

The cute man opened the game panel in silence.

His profession is Border Warrior, and he is the only one among the players who has this profession.

The promotion ceremony written above is too vague to succeed.

Now, he seems to have found an opportunity for promotion.

Whether he was looking for the factory director or seeking promotion, he had to go to the Mutant Valley.

(End of this chapter)