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"Madam, Lino asked me to relay some information to you."

Kramm Cigarette Factory, experimental department, head of department's office.

Isabelle was reading the experimental data from the Thinker when Amy's voice came from the personal communicator beside her.

Isabelle had a strong and positive impression of Amy, a young woman who aspired to make a career like herself, reminding Isabelle of her younger days.

As for the "Lino" that Amy mentioned.

Isabelle quietly recalled and found the name on the list of apprentices recruited this time.

Lino's learning and thinking abilities far surpassed his peers, making him a perfect fit for scientific research. However, because he possessed a strong will and could withstand the hallucinations of the ghost mushroom, Robnos snatched him away.

She had asked Robnos for him several times, but was always turned down.

Seeing that the candidates for promotion in the collection department were finalized, with Lino prominently listed, Isabelle gave up the idea of transferring him to her department.

"Speak, Amy, what does Lino want to tell me?"

"Madam, Robnos is a spy planted by the Reconciliation Cult in the Kramm family. He is using his authority as supervisor to secretly recruit cultists into the collection department. Among the ten apprentices in the collection department who are about to be promoted, except for Lino, the rest are members of the Reconciliation Cult. Also, Lino will lure two cultists near the cigarette factory in a while, and he needs your support."

Amy's words were shocking.

Isabelle's ten fingers on the keyboard involuntarily tightened:

"Does Lino have any evidence?"

"Yes. One piece of evidence is the gene template used to check the genetic purity of the collection department's apprentices. This template was manually written by Robnos, mainly referencing the genes of the cultists. Robnos used this template to help the cultists pass the gene check."

Isabelle tapped the keyboard, and lines of text appeared on the Thinker's display screen.

"Request to view / / / Collection Department Structure / / Department Log / Gene Check Template."

"Initiating identity verification program."

"Your identity is / / / Kramm Cigarette Factory / / Experimental Department Supervisor / C-toC level authority."

"Your request has been rejected by the Collection Department Structure."

"Reason for rejection: Insufficient authority, access denied."

Isabelle raised an eyebrow, pulled out the necklace from her collar, opened the pendant, and took out the metal piece hidden inside.

She used the metal piece to cut a small wound on her fingertip, allowing blood to soak the lines of the metal piece, then inserted it into the Thinker's slot.

"Initiating identity verification program."

"Your identity is / / / Kramm Family / / Third in Line of Succession / A-tR level authority."

"Repeating the request for viewing."

"Your request has been approved."

"/ / / Collection Department Structure / / Department Log / Gene Check Template is as follows:"

"…"

The double helix gene template appeared on the display screen, the dense annotations dazzling to the eye.

Isabelle pulled out an interface from her sleeve and connected it to the Thinker.

A massive amount of binary data surged into her brain at an extremely fast speed, with cranial implants assisting in processing the data stream.

Isabelle quickly came to a conclusion.

The gene template manually written by Robnos was almost identical to the template for checking the genetic purity of artificial spiritual energy users, with no obvious flaws.

However, there was a problem with the time the gene template was uploaded to the Thinker array.

The log information showed that the current gene template began uploading at 11:00 AM today and was completed at 4:00 PM this afternoon.

Other data in the collection department's database had also undergone significant changes, with the original data completely overwritten by the new data, making it almost impossible to retrieve the original data.

These operations had a strong sense of trying to cover up something.

Isabelle briefly chatted with Amy, hung up the personal communication, and activated the internal sound array device of the cigarette factory:

"Borg."

"At your service, Madam. What are your instructions?"

"Where is Robnos now?"

"According to the latest surveillance data, he is located in the morgue of the recycling department."

The morgue?

What is Robnos doing there?

Wait!

The bodies of those apprentices who died from the ghost potion are in the morgue!

Robnos had previously specifically requested that the bodies be concentrated there!

Isabelle's eyes flickered slightly, and a sense of unease rose in her heart. She instructed:

"Mobilize the security personnel near the morgue and surround the room where Robnos is located. Order him to come out and negotiate. After Robnos appears, try to restrain him. In the name of the third in line of succession of the Kramm family, I authorize you to lift the safety restrictions on weapons."

"Following your orders, Madam. Security personnel are on their way."

"There is one more thing." Isabelle rubbed her forehead and asked, "Where is Kelly?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Borg, who was originally speaking fluently, began to stammer:

"...Madam. Young Master Kelly, he... he is playing cards in the office... uh, with two female apprentices..."

"Sigh, I really am..." Isabelle wanted to complain, but she ultimately restrained herself in front of her subordinates:

"Increase the security level in Kelly's area and let him play. Tell Vince to take care of Kelly and prevent him from causing trouble."

"Understood, Madam. Butler Vince is on his way."

After a while, Borg sent a voice message:

"Madam, breaking news, fighting has begun near the morgue. I request to connect the surveillance footage to your Thinker."

"Connect it."

The double helix gene image on the Thinker's screen disappeared, and mosaic-like stripes flickered rapidly, switching to real-time surveillance footage within half a second.

The footage came from Borg's main perspective.

The security supervisor was directing security personnel in combat. Their enemies were grotesque, twisted red and black short-haired monsters.

The monsters were swift and possessed astonishing physical strength, easily leaving dents on the metal walls.

They poured out of the morgue, sprinting through the torrential rain of red lasers, their target being the temporary defensive line set up by the security personnel in the corridor.

Fortunately, Isabelle authorized the lifting of weapon safety restrictions in advance, otherwise, the greatly weakened laser guns would not have been able to stop this group of rampaging monsters.

Far thicker scarlet beams than before poured out, piercing the monsters' bodies like countless sharp daggers, leaving black holes emitting a strong burnt smell.

Under full firepower, only two rounds of volley fire were needed to kill all the monsters in the passage.

Corpses littered the ground, sewage flowed everywhere, but Robnos was nowhere to be seen.

Isabelle issued an order, "Switch to internal surveillance of the morgue."

Borg immediately responded:

"Internal surveillance of the morgue has been destroyed. Request permission to enter the morgue to search for the target."

"Approve the request, move quickly, and be careful of ambushes."

"Understood, Madam."

Borg waved his hand and led the security personnel quickly towards the morgue.

Just halfway there, Borg's bionic eye suddenly flashed red frantically.

Explosion signal detected!

Borg shouted:

"Down!"

A deafening roar came from inside the morgue.

The violent air wave, wrapped in high heat, swept over, and bright red flames poured into the corridor from the morgue.

The flames did not spread to Borg and the others, but the explosive impact caused their bodies to shake violently.

Within one second of the explosion, Borg received a warning from the building's external defense system.

"Madam, someone has blown a hole in the outer wall of the building, and he is gliding in the air."

While reporting the situation, Borg strode forward against the chaotic airflow and rushed into the morgue.

A huge gap appeared on the outer wall, with residual scarlet burn marks on the edge of the gap, and wisps of black smoke floated into the building along with the air from outside.

Looking into the distance, a figure was using a speed-descent parachute to move away from the factory building.

Not knowing what this person saw, he suddenly turned his gliding direction and fell straight to the ground at a steep angle.

The author-kun has moved the work of modifying typos after the update from midnight to 7:00 AM. After staying up past midnight for more than ten days in a row, I really can't take it anymore. Readers who read earlier, please forgive me if you find any typos.

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