Chapter 61 - Sincerity

“Unfortunately, that’s another kind of mutated toxin, and the current antitoxin is not very effective,” Chief Wu shook his head.

Is Professor Han dead or alive?

Xu Huo thought to ask Liu Jia next time.

“Mr.

Xu, besides bringing these materials, I’ve also come to formally invite you to join us.

Our nation has already established Pioneer Player Teams in various cities, and we are in dire need of talented individuals like you.

If you decide to join, you will have first-hand access to the latest findings on the Dimensional Rift, and you could even apply for high-level game props when necessary.”

“Your family could be moved to a safe zone established by the nation, avoiding the risk of being involved in random copies.”

Last time Nie Xuan said that Xu Huo could strive for the best terms, and this time Chief Wu directly offered the conditions.

Xu Huo wasn’t interested in the rest but was quite curious about the method of avoiding random copies.

“In fact, over twenty random copies have already appeared within our country’s borders, and that doesn’t include those suspected but uncharted copies.

Domestically and abroad, we have grasped some patterns in the appearance of copies.

With current technology, we can only build avoidance facilities in some key locations, which is an effort of the whole nation.”

Chief Wu’s gaze was firm, and with a grave tone, he said, “This is not due to a lack of manpower but the absence of special materials.”

“Therefore, moving your relatives into the safe zone is the greatest benefit that the re

Outside the station, he encountered Zhao Biao seeing off some police officers’ family members.

“Xu Huo!” Zhao Biao waved at him then approached after speaking a few words to the people he was with, “Is this your girlfriend?”

“A distant relative,” Xu Huo paused, “Did you lose any colleagues this time?”

“They weren’t as lucky as me,” Zhao Biao sighed, patted his shoulder, and said, “I heard from the research institute that we owe you one this time.

You’re a capable person; I wish you good luck.”

Leaving the police station, Xu Huo grew silent.

The people coming and going here were either identifying bodies or filing reports.

The once prosperous and peaceful Ting City had been wiped out within a month.

Suddenly, Li Chun pulled on his clothes, pointing at a women’s clothing store on the street, and mimed: I want a dress.

Xu Huo coldly checked his account’s balance via a text message: “You have a budget of five hundred yuan.”