Chapter 1361: Chapter 1359: Ominous Premonition

The outer ring, lower zone, and part of the middle zone of Hyperion Corporation have all been cleared out to accommodate “World Migrants”.

These areas have been collectively referred to as the [Zombie Factory].

A detailed, stable, and controllable management method has been employed in these areas, with the following basic process:

Madmen arriving from all over the world to Hyperion, upon approaching within five kilometers of the company, will be eroded and infected by “metal spores,” and some of the lowest-grade madmen will directly transform into “Metal Zombies”.

For those madmen in good physical condition, they may resist the lower density of metal spores on the outskirts and successfully enter the Lower Zone structures of the company (warehouses, stations, basic workshops, etc.).

There, they will be infected with a higher concentration of Hyperplasia funguses, transforming into zombies of higher mutability and diverse forms.

Extremely few tribe leaders or organization leaders, who themselves are madmen boosted by Iridium ore, if they continue to delve deeper and find the Organic Research Institute or reach to the core area of the middle zone.

They will have the opportunity to be infected by a very pure strain of the next or first generation, undergoing even deeper mutations.

Regardless, the madmen transformed into Metal Zombies will all go through a process.

[Mad Laugh Baptism]

Hyperion Corporation is continuously playing a set of ‘throat tube gramophones’ created by Han Dong through biological means, endlessly broadcasting laughter that Han Dong pre-recorded.

The “Mad Laugh Virus” will fully root itself in their brains through Resonance, clearing away all impurities… much like how a computer virus, upon invading the system disk, directly formats the computer.

The purged impurities also include programs implanted by the global network, becoming zombies under Han Dong’s Control.

After formatting.

They will be sent to the armaments workshop, where they will be fitted with appropriate Erbium Ore Weapons according to their physical size, Special Traits, and strength.

The workshop production line keeps running at maximum efficiency at all times.

After stability testing.

These finished Metal Zombies will not be retained inside the company, as company space is limited and more madmen migrating from all around the world need to be accommodated.

Therefore, the finished products will be ‘packaged and exported’ as goods.

Sent in batches to Hyperion’s underground station, they head to the outermost station nearest to London City, lying in wait in secret.

…Everything is proceeding orderly under the surveillance of the Chief engineer – Little Yellow.

But as time goes on, Han Dong faintly senses something off.

“Why haven’t the other side’s investigation squads arrived yet… Not one of the hundreds of Crows I stationed in the outskirts has provided any information back, and these Death Crows I created also share 1% of [The Eye], capable of identifying most disguises.”

“What’s this vague unease all about?”

“What is there to think about? If real powerhouses do invade, just kill them head-on,”

Green, completely unconcerned, was sitting aside, holding an energy Handgun, trying to blow his own head off with different bullets.

Either shooting at the temples or aiming at the roof of the mouth, he seemed to be somewhat fascinated by the sensation of the energy bullet penetrating his brain.

The more Han Dong thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he immediately established a Consciousness Connection with someone.

“Dumps, what are you doing?”

To his surprise, as soon as the consciousness was connected, a series of ambiguous panting from a female came through from the other side.

“Working.”

“I might need your help here, bring Miss Helen along to the armaments workshop.

Keep an eye on the workshop and Green, especially the latter… I believe you should have a way to do it.”

“And what about you?”

“Something feels not quite right, I’m heading down to the Lower Zone of the company to check things out personally, I’ll be back in half an hour if there’s no problem.”

“Alright, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to control Green, and if he does anything unusual, I’ll let you know right away.”

“Mm, stay in touch.”

Having finished the conversation on this end, Han Dong immediately turned to Green, who was blowing his own head off, “Green, there’s a problem with the Zombie Creation down in the Lower Zone, I need to go take a look, it’ll take at most half an hour.

Could you keep an eye on the armaments workshop for me?”

Han Dong had just finished speaking.

Whoosh!

Green turned around and pointed a finger, hitting Han Dong right in the armpit.

A deep hole appeared, bottomless, with no blood flowing out… A closer inspection would reveal that the inner wall of the hole was a combination of tentacles and rock.

“Go… If there’s any danger, even if my senses are blocked, I’ll still be able to communicate with you through the Abyss.

If you feel like you’re about to die, drill your fingers into the ‘hole,’ and I will respond immediately.”

The seemingly mad Green actually had a firm grasp of the situation at hand.

He knew exactly what such a large-scale migration would attract, which is why he was willing to stay in the company.

He also knew that Han Dong was likely to encounter powerful intruders on this trip.

“Alright.”

When Dumps arrived with Miss Helen, who was full of affection.

Han Dong presented the black umbrella gifted by the Priest and proceeded to the Lower Zone disguised, merging with the darkness all along the way by the effect of the umbrella.

The zombies, controlled by the Mad Laugh, showed no reaction to Han Dong, who wielded the Dark Sword.

At each area, he conducted a full-scan with [The Eye] and also constructed more than a dozen nasal structures of a Bloodhound on the surface of his right arm, so the Count could help as well.

After inspecting three large areas in succession and finding nothing, the zombies’ production process also appeared completely normal.

Complaints from the Count soon followed:

“Nicholas, since there are Death Crow scouts set up outside, and all the company’s internal detection devices are activated.

Even if the enemy squad is skilled enough to successfully evade the Crows and sneak into the company, they would inevitably encounter zombies and conflict due to their unfamiliarity with the situation.

With only five days left until the Land Deed of London City runs out, if I were their leader, I would be busy preparing for battle.

After all, taking down London City is the real key, and these low-level natives can’t stir up much trouble.”

Even though the Count made some sense, Han Dong didn’t listen at all.

He trusted his intuition, and the unease in his heart needed to be completely eliminated, especially at such a crucial juncture.

“There’s still the [Train Development and Assembly Workshop] and the [Waste Disposal Area] left unchecked. If there are no issues there, let’s go up; it won’t be much of a delay.”

“Since you’re so stubborn, this Count will indulge you and waste a little time.”

Han Dong, holding the black umbrella, arrived at the area responsible for train production.

There were large amounts of gantry cranes along with several newly developed trains that had stopped being worked on, and a pile of new metal materials were stacked within the workshop, which made visibility poor.

Since there was only one entrance and exit here, the number of zombies moving around this area was relatively low.

[Demon’s Eye Open]

As Han Dong carefully searched every corner, the Count also sprouted a dog-head, sniffing the tiny molecules flowing through the air.

Suddenly.

A whiff of a gas that the Count had never smelled before entered his nostrils. It was neither metal nor alive, resembling the scent of some kind of fabric.

“Ni…”

Just as the Count was about to explain the situation to Han Dong.

Buzz!

The Count, whose consciousness existed only within the body, widened his eyes, feeling an intuitive sense of being struck by a real chop strike.

It even felt as though his consciousness was dividing in two.

Even with death imminent, the Count clenched his teeth and strenuously conveyed two words.

“Run!”