Since today, the upper departments have all been opened, and the expansion of the middle departments has been carried out steadily and smoothly thanks to the efforts of countless civilian personnel. Today, the first area of the central headquarters was opened, different from the upper department, the central headquarters has a huge space for activities and management, as well as the company's largest staff main lounge, the upper and lower two areas have four floors of a huge building area the size of a warehouse, and the decoration is also splendid, Hongtu Huafu: the floor is paved with marble, the white support columns are carved with fine gold patterns, the common lamps are imitation of the medieval retro style, the curtains are bright red silk (although there are no windows here), and even carpets. If I hadn't stayed here for more than 10,000 years, I might have felt like I was visiting a museum.

But there is no temptation for me here, but it is a different story for the civilians who work here, who are quite proud of their aesthetics, and spend their days chatting leisurely about the styles of tomorrow's clothes (provided that they live until then) while discussing the renewal management plan with their colleagues in the first (or second) districts, which is not an exaggeration to say that the most laid-back department employees are the most laid-back department employees.

More space also means more anomaly, and the central headquarters is the largest department in the company, with the upper first area and the lower second area enough to accommodate a full 8 anomalies and 10 containment team employees. Normally, we would have a headache at any time like this, as the sudden and sizable number of more whims would greatly increase our work pressure, but this was an exception, as our highly efficient training colleagues had already trained enough Level 5 staff to gradually populate the department's containment team as the department became more open, and manage the vast area they were responsible for.

Obviously, the ALEPH-class ego equipment has been basically distributed, and the vast majority of the employees of the central headquarters can only be pitifully equipped with a complete set of WAW-class ego equipment and some ALEPH-class weapons, but this is still a force to be reckoned with, they can completely solve the vast majority of the anomalies in the case of joint operations, and stabilize the suppression of most of the WAW-class, and all this will naturally become more and more familiar with time.

Here I would like to add a little about the company's alert system. Normally, an alarm often means a troublesome situation, and the classification of problems according to the type of problem has resulted in two different alarm systems: one is the reverse Kabbalah meltdown alarm, which is divided into ten levels; The other is a regular hazard alert, which is divided into seven levels.

The inverse Kabbalah meltdown siren is a short, high-pitched sound, and once the meltdown level increases, it will sound in a corresponding number, from the first one to ten after the meltdown has stabilized. In fact, the inverse Kabbalah meltdown alarm is inevitable in the work, as the number of jobs increases and energy production continues, the accumulation of reverse Kabbalah energy will inevitably lead to a meltdown in several containment units, and when the alarm sounds, what we have to do is often follow the director's orders to deal with the meltdown and calm the restless anomalies within. Above, such actions have become the daily life of our work.

This is followed by regular hazard alerts, the most basic being Level 1, which progresses to Level 7. The first level of the alarm is a long whining, much like an air raid siren, only slightly more urgent; When this alarm sounds, it is often an anomalous event that threatens an entire department, and the death of a single containment team employee or a large number of civilian personnel can sound the alarm, including when most WAW-class and a small number of ALEPTH anomalies flee alone, when the following anomalies flee in a concentrated manner, and when dangerous test entities appear. All in all, the alarm is sounded when the encounter is relatively easy to solve, or at the beginning of a crisis event.

The secondary alarm is a rapid beep, and it is quite piercing; But this is not the main reason why we hate to hear this alarm, when the second alarm sounds, it often means that there is an anomaly that can threaten the first level of the department (for example, the upper four departments, the middle three departments), and it is already predictable that the anomaly has caused casualties to the staff of the containment team in the formation, and there are few civilian personnel left in the department, but the situation is still under control, and even if measures are taken at this time, with the support of the containment team staff of multiple departments, there is still hope that the crisis will be resolved.

Alert Level 3 is the last hazard alert we can hear alive (even if the odds are small), and it's a long-lasting tick, like a death knell for all the hapless employees on duty that day. The anomaly under Level 3 Alert would have the ability to threaten the entire company's facility's work area, and would mean that at least half of the company's containment team would be dead, and the day's work would be completely untenable, and everyone would have to do their best to survive in such a frantic and desperate situation, and the successful handling of the anomaly under this alert would often be seen as an incomparable miracle.

When the level 4 alarm sounds, hi...... This is not something I can hear, at this point the situation has reached a point where the whole company cannot recover, containment protocols have failed, repression has failed, employees have been wiped out, lockdown measures have failed, and the reverse Kabbalah suppressor has failed, and the entire branch will be completely finished without suspense. At this time, under the direction of the branch director, backup protocols will be carried out and the company will be subsided, and all above- and underground facilities of the company will be destroyed immediately, with the intention of trapping the anomaly underground in this way and preventing it from coming to the surface......

Level 5 alarm, when this alarm sounds, the Brain Lobe Company will have to mobilize all the resources in its hands to stop it, and all the personnel and materials of all branches of the city will be used to deal with the anomaly, and at the same time, the large group army of R Company serving the Brain Leaf Company will also be immediately mobilized and participate in the suppression, and an operation of this scale will inevitably completely destroy several "nests".

Level 6 alert, at this time the Brain Lobe Corporation no longer exists, the extremely terrible anomaly will affect the entire city and the surrounding suburbs, all human beings, including the leaders and minions, must be mobilized to deal with its threat, the human civilization that has lasted for thousands of years and has been flying on the earth will face a real war of extermination and existential crisis.

Level 7 alarm, in fact, is a reservation, because no one will live to hear it sound again, the anomalous power has reached an unrivaled intensity, and the human race has ceased to exist.

Thankfully, the vast majority of branches have at most Level 4 alarms recorded, and the follow-up is often timely enough after the company sinks, and the speed of human construction is so fast that within a month of the anomaly being handled, a new facility will be erected, posted again, and open for business......

Admittedly, no one would not think that the Brain Lobe Company was a terrible meat grinder that ran on the basis of landfill human lives, but the unimaginable amount of energy generated by such a sacrifice (it is said that Company R had cultivated a dedicated army of more than 10,000 units for Company L based on energy trading alone) has led people to continue to invest in this crazy machine without hesitation, and those who are really hanged, of course, no one will be able to hear their voices, and no one will remember their contributions. This is sad, of course, but what is even more tragic is that everyone is accustomed to it, and it has become the tacit rule of every World Wing: people are nothing more than resources, useless consumables. Even compared to other more miserable World Wings, Brain Lobe has a "conscience" - at least they will give pensions to the families of deceased employees!

Today's human beings are separated into five worlds by visible or invisible walls, and the leaders of the bright places and the high-level of the wings of the world in the shadows enjoy endless carnivals on the top floor, drunk and golden, singing every night, enjoying everything in the world; Underneath it are the senior employees of the World Wings, as well as the large and small outsourcing companies attached to it, the local tycoons, and the "Wrappers" (referring to the finishers who actually serve the Wings of the World or the top of the Summit, and the equipment is funded by the Wings of the World, nominally retaining the market neutrality of the Wings, but in fact they are no different from supernumerary minions) and other organizations, they naturally have a very good life, but they have never "lived forever", and in the eyes of the top figures, they are just tools, and they are discarded when they are used. There is no need to cherish it, so they have to torture themselves as best they can in order to prove their worth to their masters, in order to maintain their superiority in human life.

Then there are the cows and horses in the nest like us, decent slaves in the city, who spend their whole lives in the city running around for a living, or running around in the office buildings of large and small companies, or wandering the streets and alleys to show off propaganda, or doing other people's flesh and skin playthings in the red light district, and of course, it is better to be able to serve the wings of the world - this is almost the only way for us to climb up, life is like a dog, no one cares.

But even so, we are lucky to live in the Third World, living in a city that accounts for about 30% of the population (even so, the city is still home to nearly 7 billion people in 26 nests sheltered by 26 wings of the world, and of course the specific living conditions are different), we have the opportunity to be educated, protected by the armed protection of the company, not to be in constant danger of life, and if we are lucky, we can even have a pretty happy life.

And below us, there is even more miserable life in the back alleys and suburbs. The back alley is a quagmire where countless civilians survive and steal their lives, and it is a stage for the gangster organization called "Five Fingers" to run rampant, and the high-ranking leaders in the city naturally have no intention of taking care of this kind of populous and resource-poor garbage can-like place, and countless residents in the back alleys rely on the huge amount of wasted garbage oozing out of the city to make a living, and the area far away from the city is also forced to sell cheap agricultural products or drug raw materials in exchange for a little bit of poor garbage-like scientific and technological products to make a living. Or simply live a life of drinking blood like primitive people, who are said to have almost become savages who are not willing to collect rent even with their fingers for various reasons, and their only language is bullets and broadswords.

There is no hope, there is no tomorrow, and at the bare minimum: to be alive is the greatest challenge of people's lives. Every day at midnight, a group of scavengers from the "nest" harvest everything in the back alleys, and they will ruthlessly dispose of the nocturnal ones with the utmost cruelty - of course, not everyone can get a shelter that can be called a "house", and those who have to sleep in bridges, under the eaves, or simply have nowhere to go, will become the targets of the scavengers, and live in fear in the daily game of cat and mouse. Gangsters will also see throwing people in the back alleys and streets overnight as a punishment, or a cruel "test".

The "Ruins" and the "Black Forest" are completely no-man's-land, areas where even the five fingers do not want to exert influence, the graveyard is silent, and monsters are infested, and only on rare occasions will expeditions with the preferences of the top finishers visit, most of the time, they are wrapped in a tall wall, as if they were in another world.

There is no fairness in this world, and we have long been distorted into inhuman form.