Chapter 975 Monster “Allies”

"Uh... Then it shouldn't be dangerous to us, right?" Soap lowered the muzzle of his gun and tilted his head to look at the huge moth attached to the wall of the waste pipe. "To be honest, I'm a little curious about how it is.

It’s time to eat... This underground space is very big for us, but very narrow for it. Will it really not hit pipes or something when it flies up? "

"Curiosity will not only kill cats, but also people." The clown said, "I said it is similar to plants. In addition to 'passive predation', there is also the absorption of radiant energy...the photosynthesis of plants.

In the presence of sunlight, it absorbs carbon dioxide, releases oxygen, and synthesizes nutrients; and at night, it transforms into completely reverse respiration, absorbing oxygen and releasing carbon dioxide."

"What you mean is that while the moth is asleep, it will absorb the radiation escaping from the waste tube; but if we wake it up, it will change from the role of absorbing radiation to becoming the radiation source itself.

?" Soap immediately understood the meaning of the clown's words.

"Yes, and when it senses danger, the amount of radiation it releases will reach a very high value. Even if you wear protective clothing, you can't withstand it." The clown said, "Eleven years ago, the institute organized

A test team composed entirely of D-class personnel, each wearing power armor with the highest level of protection, used remote-controlled bombs to attack the target at a distance of one kilometer.

It woke up... In just forty seconds, the total amount of radiation released by this giant moth was equivalent to the total amount of radiation released by a main reactor in twelve years. Half of the D-class personnel team

They died suddenly, their bodies dehydrated and turned into skeleton-like mummies. Those who were lucky enough not to die immediately could not survive the twenty-four hours.

"This test even affected residential areas on the surface. More than 2,000 people suffered from radiation sickness to varying degrees. The official explanation was a leak of nuclear waste from the main reactor."

"Tsk, what a guy." Soap exclaimed, "How powerful is it? By the way, what are D-class personnel? Are they like those cheap miners who are hired to die?"

"D-class personnel are actually humanoid mice used in the research institute to conduct experiments related to human bodies. They are basically composed of death row prisoners who have been deprived of their human rights." The clown explained, "Later, the mass production of 'active ammunition' was also used

These D-class personnel are used as 'material' to breed flesh-eating worms."

"It's really cruel... If I were to become a death row prisoner, I would rather eat a peanut on the shooting range. At least this way of death would be pleasant, and I wouldn't have to suffer so many crimes before I die," said Soap.

"You didn't know this, but the spots for D-class personnel are very popular among death row prisoners." The clown shook his head, "After becoming a candidate for D-class personnel, you can live for at least a few more months. In a few

After a few months, you may not be assigned a fatal task... This is a job that depends entirely on luck. If you can successfully complete the task and

If you survive, you can not only be released from the status of a death row prisoner and regain your freedom, but also receive a large sum of money. Many people are willing to seize this "last chance" to give it a try. Therefore, every time people from the institute go to prison

When selecting D-class personnel, those on death row will beat their heads to pieces and even kill themselves in order to grab a spot."

At least the giant moth will not actively attack the approaching creatures, unless the opponent is attracted by the pheromones it releases and pounces on it... From the perspective of Soap and the others, this giant moth is indeed a "harmless" creature.

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"Then can we think that all the moving objects in the Ark, except ourselves, are enemies?" Soap's eyes lit up and he asked.

"It seems like it's a mouse?" As a pilot, Noir has good eyesight and saw the true identity of the black figure at a glance. "A flying... no, it should be a mouse that can glide?"

"I'm a little curious, do these death row prisoners know the death rate and survival rate of D-class personnel?" Noir asked.

"Theoretically, no." The clown replied, "Because it's difficult for me to deal with those mutated creatures, so I chose the safest route."

"In my opinion, there should be no survivors inside the Ark." The clown nodded, "Everyone has been corroded, and those who have been corroded must be dealt with, including myself."

The Joker's attitude is very clear. People who have been eroded are not survivors. Even if they are still alive, even if they still retain their consciousness and reason as human beings, in the Joker's view, these people are also objects that must be dealt with.

The three people walked down while chatting, and walked around the huge waste pillar several times. During this time, the giant moth still made no movement, as if it was really stuck to the waste pillar.

The specimens are average.

"Then this wound..." Noir said casually, and suddenly held his breath, "Is it possible that it was left by other creatures? Is there anything that can hurt this giant moth in this underground maze?

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"This probability will not be announced, but the people selected by the institute and the prison guards will secretly 'reveal' a 'tattletale' to these prisoners: at least one-third of them have successfully passed the D-class personnel

mission and regained his freedom.”

"This flying squirrel...was it strangled to death?" Soap asked.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly passed over their heads and rushed straight towards the giant moth. Soap immediately let out a low cry: "What is that?!"

(P. S. Flying squirrels and mice both belong to the order Rodentia, and bats belong to the order Chiroptera. Logically speaking, the genetic relationship between flying squirrels and mice should be closer... However, I have not researched this point. If there are any mistakes, please point them out in time.

)

"Is this guy attracted by the 'smell' emitted by the giant moth?" Soap's tone suddenly became nervous, "It... it seems to be eating the wings of the giant moth. Could it be eating the giant moth's wings?"

Can you wake up the moth?"

After walking another hundred meters, Soap suddenly patted the mask of his protective suit, stopped, and said: "Clown, wait, I suddenly have an idea!"

Just like a high-risk infectious disease spreading among livestock, all infected livestock will be killed and burned as soon as possible to block the spread of pathogens... As for treatment, in the face of large-scale infectious diseases, there is no such thing.

Rescue this statement.

"No, predatory behavior like this happens many times a day. If the giant moth wakes up every time, it won't be able to store so much radiation energy in its body." The clown said, "You are not interested in the way giant moths eat.

Are you interested? Then take a closer look."

"No, compared to bats, the blood relationship of this creature is indeed closer to mice." Soap just finished speaking, and the next second he was slapped in the face by the clown, "This is a flying squirrel, also called a flying squirrel...

…Of course, when Noah’s Ark left the earth, there were no such rodents among the living creatures it carried.

A 'replica' created through genetic engineering. To be precise, this is not a 'myriad' in the true sense. The researchers who adjusted the genetic sequence also added some gene fragments from other organisms, including

Part of the bat's genes makes it capable of flying far beyond its 'ancestors' on Earth."

"Yes, and there are quite a few." The clown said, "The actual combat effectiveness of this giant moth is not very strong, especially when facing opponents who are not afraid of radiation, it cannot gain the upper hand."

"Then we shouldn't encounter those things, right?" Soap asked cautiously.

"The interior of the Ark must have been occupied by Zeus's group now, and there probably won't be many survivors, right?"

"No, the location where those D-class personnel placed the remote-controlled bomb was the torso of the giant moth, and the wounds there have long since healed." The clown shook his head.

"The mortality rate is 100%, and the survival rate is zero percent." The clown said, "Even if a D-class personnel successfully completes the task assigned to him, he will be secretly wiped out, or directly forced to be sent for human dissection.

The research team. To the people at the institute, D-class personnel are not human beings, but consumables. The remaining consumables should be disposed of in a harmless way."

"Theoretically, yes," the clown said. "There is no news about the other team. They should have been wiped out before they even entered the Ark."

As soon as the clown finished speaking, dozens of tiny tentacles protruded from under the feathers of the giant moth's wings and entangled the flying squirrel... At first, the flying squirrel struggled fiercely, but as time passed, the struggle

The intensity became smaller and smaller until there was no movement at all.

"There is a one-third chance of not dying, and there is still a reward. It is indeed worth the risk, and it is normal to grab the head." Soap nodded, "But what is the real probability?"

"Then why don't we find a way to release all these monsters in the underground labyrinth? Let these monsters create chaos, disrupt the enemy's sight, and disrupt their original arrangements... No matter how strong the people under Zeus are,

, it will still cost a lot to get rid of these monsters.

Time and energy, right? Then we can fish in troubled waters... Whether you want to take back control of the Ark or assassinate Zeus, it will be much easier than going directly to the core area. These monsters can completely become

Our 'ally', and a very powerful 'ally'!"

"Even such a big flying squirrel failed to wake it up. No wonder those D-class personnel wanted to use remote-controlled bombs." Soap said, "Since it's so difficult for this guy to wake up, I feel a lot more at ease and not as worried as I was just now.

Already."

"Of course there will be doubts, but for a person who is going to be executed tomorrow, he will not let go of any chance to live. He will not think about the authenticity of this agreement at all - at least, he will not sign the agreement.

After signing an agreement and becoming a candidate for D-class personnel, he can indeed live for several more months... This is the only part of the reward in the agreement that can be truly fulfilled."

"Doesn't anyone doubt the authenticity of this probability?" Soap asked again.

This mouse is about half a meter long, with shiny black hair. The two ears on its head are pointed and long. Although its limbs are short but extremely advantageous, it hangs its body on the wings of the giant moth with its two pairs of sharp claws.

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"There is no need to publicize benchmarks, because death row inmates in prison have no access to information from the outside world." The clown said, "And in the agreement for D-class personnel, there are more than thirty confidentiality regulations alone. The outside world is fundamental.

Those who don’t know that D-class personnel exist, in the eyes of the prisoners, even if there are D-class personnel outside, they will definitely keep their past experiences secretive.”

While he was talking, the "gliding mouse" had already landed on the wings of the giant moth and buried its nose in the fine fluff on the surface of the wings.

"Mouse?" Soap suddenly chuckled, "It seems like you, a plane pilot, don't know as much as me, a big guy. This is obviously a bat. Have you heard of the vampire story? The prototypes of the monsters in the story are blood-sucking.

bat."

Just as the clown was speaking, the flying squirrel's body had begun to show signs of dissolution... When the three of them went around another circle, the flying squirrel's body had been completely absorbed by the giant moth, including its fur and bones.

There is nothing left.

"It's more ruthless than I thought. I thought at least a few people would be released as publicity benchmarks," said Soap.

Noir raised his head and looked at the specimen-like giant moth, and nodded in agreement: "From a certain point of view, it is indeed... the safest."

The clown stopped, turned around, stared at the soap, and asked, "What do you think?"

"No, it's a paralyzing toxin... that makes the prey incapacitated, then injects digestive fluid into the prey's body, and then absorbs the flesh and blood of the prey dissolved by the digestive fluid through the glands on the surface of the wings. This is the way the giant moth eats."

"There is an obvious gap at the lower end of the right wing of this giant moth. This should be the trace left by the remote-controlled bomb, right?" Noir asked the clown.

There are fleshy wing membranes connected between the mouse's forelimbs and hind limbs. The reason why it can glide in the air at high speed is because of its thin wing membranes, which can clearly see the blood vessels in them.

"What you said makes sense. This plan does have certain feasibility." Noir nodded thoughtfully, "But in actual implementation, there are several difficulties that we cannot solve."

"First," Noir continued, "how do we find these powerful monsters living in the underground labyrinth? It is extremely difficult for us to just follow the original route, let alone actively search for them.

"Second, how can we release these monsters onto the ground while ensuring our own safety? If these two problems cannot be solved, then everything is empty talk."

[P.S. Thanks to book friend 20220606055856750 for the 1,000 starting coins.]
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