Chapter-32

In point of fact, it's simply due to the fact that Alex is too terrified to look at him even once more, and as a result, he can't help but eat the captain right there and then...

"Don't worry, we are all regular mercenary companies, and we will not crush you; however, at this time there are too many refugees who have poured into our fortresses. Please be patient with us. There is a diverse population of crooks and lowlifes. The new regulations have been issued by the leadership. If you want to enter the fortress at this point in time, or even if you want to live here, you will have to go through a stringent screening and inspection process."

Captain said with a smile and tirelessly, in point of fact, he didn't know his face was full of flesh, smiling even more fiercely than he was angry...

In point of fact, what he said has some basis in reality. This Doomsday utopia fortress was constructed by the Michellien mercenary company, which resulted in the loss of a significant number of men during the process of land reclamation and the expenditure of a significant amount of monetary and material resources.

It has a wealth of materials, a security guarantee that is airtight, it relies on the stable order that is maintained by mercenary patrols, it has the only super-power generator within 100 kilometres, and it has a variety of other conditions that are superior.

He persuades the people living in the desolate areas that surround this "heaven" to relocate closer to it. Even though this is only a middle-level fortress, it's possible that only by living in the fortresses will they be able to rediscover what it's like to be human.

There are rumours that an aerial super fort has been established in the remote and mysterious eastern region. A massive city is suspended in the air using anti-gravity technology that is well beyond our current understanding, and an energy shield is erected around the entire city to provide protection. The inhabitants of the fort live a life that is infused with elements of future technology.

Obviously, this is nothing more than a rumour. It's possible that it's a source of spiritual sustenance and reverie for anyone who dreams of going back to the simpler, happier times of yesteryear.

After Michellien established it as a fortress branch, it didn't take long before a significant number of people from the surrounding area decided to settle there.

In the beginning stages of the high level, I, too, entertained the notion of luring in talented individuals, and I believed that the more people who made this location their permanent home, the better. After all, the amount of people moving through the city is directly proportional to its level of prosperity.

However, as time goes on, a variety of difficulties will emerge.

As a result of the unrestricted enrollment of residents, a diverse group of individuals, including thugs, cannibalism, homeless people infected with a disease, and even other mercenary companies and shelters that send chaos spies, have become entangled within the community.

I caused complete chaos in the stronghold by turning everything on its head and nearly destroying it.

The high-level authorities did not fully learn the lessons until after they had spent a lot of manpower and material resources to suppress the order again. Only after this had occurred did they begin to carefully and carefully select residents to live in the area.

As for the scum and spies who had previously lived in the chaos, each one of them was discovered individually. They were ultimately burned in the furnace of the power station as fuel.

When Alex overheard the captain saying that there were requirements to enter the fortress, he realised that despite the fact that this is not a vegetable market, it is normal to be strict given that this is the beginning point for the reopening of human civilization. The captain had stated that there were conditions to enter the fortress.

"In what circumstances do you require me to go? Like being a Mutant?"

The captain of the stubborn tall horse looked down at the young man and said, "So, most of the soldiers in our fortress are now being sent to perform other tasks, and there is an urgent research task that requires manpower..." the captain of the stubborn tall horse said.

"What exactly is the purpose of this mission?" Alex cut off the other person before they could finish their sentence and asked the focus question directly.

When the captain was finally able to turn his attention back to the young man with fair skin, he did not appear angry but rather replied with a smile instead: "Find a commercial street in the western part of the city, and once you get there, start looking for mutant live corpses there. Our research department is urgent They are in desperate need of their shield, and the grey stone that is embedded in their head is your pass to the fort."