This...... I don't think it's mole meat.

He hadn't eaten mole meat, but he had encountered those annoying things at the panda man base the night before, and he had been bitten to death by dog meat.

He didn't spend much time thinking about it, ignoring the robot spread on the ground and hurried back to the cubicle, walking down the stairs to the underground cold storage.

The gate is very heavy, and the locking method is an electromagnetic lock, which cannot be split with Ren's long sword.

On the right-hand side hangs a terminal, which is supposed to be a device that controls the opening and closing of the door.

This system is widely used in facilities that protect critical materials.

Tang Yan scolded in a low voice, he didn't have the technical means like Beethoven, Amy was locked up by the system, and it would take more than a week to come out.

"What if the terminal doesn't have a password?"

After a moment's deep groaning, he pressed the enter key to wake up the terminal.

Not so many just in case.

He didn't enter the system, but the prompt was strange and didn't ask him to provide the password, but a multiple-choice question.

"Can you accept a well-intentioned deception?"

What the......

He chose "yes".

"What do you think is most lacking in the wasteland?"

……

He patiently typed the word "trust".

The interface flashed, and another multiple-choice question ------ "What is your ideal?" ”

What the hell is this...... What about teasing me?

Silently complaining, he was about to leave the cold storage and return to the production workshop to take some frozen meat samples.

The Governor's Palace, with its affiliated scientific research institutes, should be able to test the origin of frozen meat. Huang Lei's purchase of robots like Mr. Skillful and Miss Helper to produce new cans instead of human labor, and the deployment of deadly weapons such as fixed-point turrets in the workshop, further exacerbated his distrust of the information stored in Lao Xing's terminals.

Taking two steps back, he paused sharply and returned to the terminal to type a sentence.

"I don't have memories, what ideals do people who don't remember talk about?"

Angrily pressing enter, he turned and walked back.

When the toe touched the first step, I suddenly heard a soft click behind me, and when I looked back, I saw that the light next to the iron door had turned green.

What a strange setting......

He walked back and pushed open the iron door, and a cold breath came over the surface.

In front of him was a descending staircase that led to a brightly lit hall at the end of which was a huge device shaped like a gear.

He was stunned when he saw it, because it wasn't the first time he had seen it.

He had seen a similar structure in Vault 1001, which was the Vault's nuclear-proof gate.

There is a shelter underneath the Maxim's Cannery?!

He finally knew why Huang Lei had built a new canning workshop operated by robots on top of the underground cold storage, and that person wanted to hide the existence of the shelter.

What does it mean to be in a wasteland world refuge?

Water purification, greenhouses, medicines, pre-war technology, comfortable home ......

Obviously, Huang Lei was unwilling to share this unexpected discovery with the governor and others, and he wanted to monopolize this legacy of the era.

Workers rumored that a mole bit someone to death during the construction of an underground cold storage, which should be Huang Lei's extreme behavior in order to keep it a secret.

Who has the strongest mouth?

The mouth of the dead is the strongest.

He jumped down the stairs and walked forward, seeing multiple storerooms separated from each side of the hall.

There are two types of conventional preservation methods in this world------ nuclear radiation preservation method and freezing preservation method.

He thought the cold storage was empty and abandoned.

Not.

Through the small window of the workshop connected to the storeroom, he saw Mr. Skillful Hands wielding knives in their hands, removing the bones, tendons, and fur of the fresh meat, breaking it down into small pieces and placing them on the conveyor belt leading to the storeroom.

Mr. Skilly's mechanical arm is stained with blood, which has turned black, and looks a little cruel.

His face was calm when he passed through the first window, unchanged when he passed through the second window, and his expression changed when he passed through the third window------ his pupils were constricting, his brows were furrowed, his face was slightly pale, and his hand holding the handle of the gun became harder and harder.

On the workbench at the other end of the window was a cleaned corpse.

Not the carcass of a blue dolphin, not the carcass of a mole, not the carcass of a great salmon, not the carcass of a man.

It has two arms, two legs, but no head.

Mr. Skillful was very skilled in dismembering the corpses that had been bled and hollowed out of their internal organs into small pieces and sent them to the storeroom.

He now understood what kind of animal the meat piece had become a mystery about, and he also understood another reason why Huang Lei bought the robot and set up a setpoint turret.

Not only did the man hide the existence of the Sanctuary, but also because of the hidden evil hidden beneath the new production line of the Maxim's Cannery.

He felt his chest feel clogged and his stomach churned.

It turns out that Maxim's Cannery's new canned food is made from a mixture of human flesh and marine fish meat!

"Huang Lei, you really deserve to die." He said with a gloomy face.

It's normal for wasteland creatures like mutant dogs and deathclaws to use people as food, and he can also accept the reality of mutant cannibalism, but when it comes to human social behavior, except in the most extreme cases, such as the story of Zang Feng and Rena, he can't forgive cannibalism, let alone canned human flesh and sell it to others.

For the sake of money, that guy doesn't even want humanity!

He never kills people softly, but that is when facing the enemy, because the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the slightest sloppiness can easily cause fatal damage.

When dealing with those old and weak women and children who are basically incapable of resisting, he generally does not kill innocents indiscriminately.

This is his code of conduct.

You must know that decisiveness and inhumanity are completely two different concepts.

He came to Maxim's Canning Factory to collect evidence of Huang Lei's tax evasion, but he didn't expect to reveal such a secret.

Although this matter has no direct interest in him, it does not mean that he will sit idly by.

Once the identity of the mission client is confirmed, he will make Huang Lei pay for what he has done so far.

Using the camera of the Reaper's First Warframe to capture a few footage of Mr. Skillful's work as evidence, he suppressed his discomfort and anger, turned and walked towards the shelter at the end of the hall, thinking about another question------ where did the human corpses in the storehouse come from?

The wasteland world is full of dead people every day, and corpses are easy to find, but that doesn't mean that Huang Lei can get corpses from the outside to the production line of Maxim's Canning Factory without knowing it.

Could it be ......

He looked up at the vault.

At this moment, a machine room at the end of the road opened, and a skillful Mr. flew out of it.

Tang Yan's heart jumped, and he raised his gun.

Mr. Skillful Hands, who knew that there was only one mechanical arm left in front of him, didn't seem to see him, and swept straight past the platform in front of him and entered the room next to him.

He didn't understand it!

What followed was a scene that made him even more puzzled.

The moment he left the mobile corridor and officially entered the shelter, the room on the left hand side opened up, and a human-like, but somewhat sluggish protector robot stepped out of it, and saw his figure, the electronic eye behind the transparent glass of his head flashed a few times, and a crisp metal voice sounded.

"Non-purge object, de-alert."

Tang Yan let go of the hand holding the trigger of the P-55 heavy electromagnetic pistol, and the doubts in his heart became even thicker.