Mellon Consortium, Scavenger Headquarters.
The carriage came quickly and stopped in front of the door.
Dudian got off the carriage, looked up at this huge sleeping building, walked up the steps step by step, and came to the entrance hall.
He saw that it was extremely empty inside, and there were several figures of scavengers from the consortium in front of the hall.
Tour information in front of the bulletin board.
This bulletin board is dedicated to announcing the information needed by the scavengers, mainly the changes in various areas under the Mellon Consortium outside the wall, or changes in other adjacent areas.
Du Di'an glanced at it casually when he entered the door, and he could see the messages on the announcement board from a distance.
One of them was actually a message from District 8.
The general meaning was that there were walking corpses in District 8 and it was temporarily closed.
Scavengers were invited.
Do not enter.
Dudian knew that except for people like them who were occasionally assigned to scavenge in a specific area by the consortium, at other times when traveling on missions, scavengers were free to move and could go to any scavenger area under the Mellon Consortium without restrictions.
Therefore, most scavengers will come here to learn about the latest changes in each area before each mission, in order to prevent encountering dangers like the one they faced this time.
After all, although these areas have been cleaned up, how can the walking corpses and monsters pay attention to the ground lines drawn by people, and often break into some areas that have already been scavenged, just like the "Fear of Contamination" Dudian met.
After Dudian took a look, he walked upstairs along the corridor inside the hall.
"Hey, Dean" suddenly a voice came.
Dudian turned his head and looked, but it was Pete who had just come out of the office with a cup of hot coffee.
He smiled slightly and said, "Mr.
Pete."
"The supplies you picked up haven't been estimated yet, and why are you here?"
Peter said strangely.
Dudian was also curious.
Could it be that he hadn't heard about his own affairs?
Suddenly he thought that the hunter's affairs seemed to need to be kept secret.
Ordinary scavengers could only rely on their qualifications like Scott and hear some gossip.
It's just that Dudian didn't expect that someone with Pet's identity would not get the news.
He immediately avoided the topic tactfully and said: "The higher ups asked me to come over.
It seems they have something to do with me."
Peter was stunned for a moment, suddenly thought of something, frowned, and said to himself: "It shouldn't be, even if I doubt it, I won't doubt it on you newcomers."
Looking at Dudian's doubtful eyes, he hesitated, Approaching Dudian, he whispered: "I guess they are looking for you because of the zombie incident in District 8.
I have heard about it, and in this incident in District 8, a hunter died.
A few days ago There is news from the hunter headquarters that they are going to conduct a thorough investigation on you scavengers who have entered District 8.
However, the higher-ups have no reason to doubt you newcomers.
Don’t worry too much, just be careful what you say.”
Dudian couldn't help being startled, and the hairs all over his body stood up slightly, as if he was instinctively alert to danger, but he soon found that he had overreacted, and his face quickly returned to normal, and he smiled and said: "So that's it, I was still wondering, thank you Pete Reminder from Sir” Peter smiled and said, "I like you very much, work hard."
After that, he left with hot coffee.
Dudian looked at his leaving back and slowly turned around.
The smile on his face had disappeared.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, and a cold light appeared.
He originally thought that the hunter headquarters would at most investigate the eighth area and find out from the scene.
Looking for traces, he did not expect that the scope of the thorough investigation would be expanded to include their scavengers.
Although he was not afraid, such a large-scale operation was enough to show that the hunter headquarters was taking this matter very seriously.
He quickly recalled the traces he had processed in his mind, and suddenly thought of something.
This magic trace is the ability of every hunter.
So, would other hunters have any special abilities, such as a keen sense of smell like him?
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Thinking of this, he clenched his fingers slightly and made up his mind, even if the above investigation revealed something, he would still deny it.
He looked at the steps in front of him, his expression returned to calm, and he walked step by step.
There are four floors in the Scavenger Headquarters, and each floor is staffed with guards.
These are private guards selected from the nobles belonging to the Mellon Consortium.
Only nobles have the right to recruit private armed forces, but the number of places is limited.
This is where the consortium can gain a foothold.
One of the basic requirements.
When he arrived on the fourth floor, Dudian stood in front of the corridor, not knowing which room door to knock on.
Suddenly he thought of the two attendants by the stairs, and immediately asked them about "Mr.
Leighton's" room.
After getting the guidance, he immediately found the room on the left.
There was a gentle knock on the dark red lacquered wooden door of the room on the side.
The door opened.
The person who opened the door was a man who looked like a middle-aged housekeeper.
He looked Du Dian up and down, with a smile on his face and said, "You are Du Dian, who has just joined the consortium.
Please come in."
Dudian nodded slightly and entered the room.
Resplendent light suddenly hit him, and a faint fragrance floated from every corner of the room.
The foot he stepped on was extremely soft, it was actually a deep red blanket.
He quickly and accurately glanced at the room, and everything seemed to be in sight.
All the tables, chairs, sofas, desks and paintings were extremely expensive, and there was a compelling atmosphere of elegance and wealth.
He sighed deeply at the luxury in his heart, and looked at the figure under a huge oil painting of a woman at the top of the room.
He was a middle-aged man with a strong physique, thick eyebrows and starry eyes, and a somewhat murderous and cold temperament.
At the same time, there was a bit of vicissitudes of life and laziness.
The most eye-catching thing was a finger-long scar on the side of his chin, near his neck.
The location of this scar is so shocking that one can’t help but think that if it had been off by another half centimeter, the carotid artery might have been severed.
"Little guy, come and sit."
The middle-aged man looked at Du Dian, with a little surprise in his eyes, and said with a smile.
Seeing his gentle attitude, Dudian knew that he was not asking about the hunter.
He was secretly relieved and walked to the sofa opposite him to sit down.
"I have read your resume.
The radiation value measured before was only 0.8, which is less than 1."
The middle-aged man Feiton gently opened a notebook on the table and smiled at Dudian: "This time you just came from outside the wall.
When you come back, the radiation level in your body has only just exceeded 1.
However, the radiation level in your body is relatively high just after you come back.
After a period of time, your body will automatically adjust and adapt, and the radiation level should be reduced by about 0.1.
In general, The radiation content is still less than 1, little guy, do you know that this is the radiation content that only hunters have?"
Dudian nodded slightly, not surprised.
"So, it's not surprising that you can give birth to magic marks.
However, I would like to know where your magic marks come from."
Lidun smiled slightly, but his eyes slowly narrowed, as if he was examining Dudian.
Every subtle change on the face
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