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After completing the recovery work, a few individuals prepared to return to Slyland City to report the situation.
Although they no longer had an off-road vehicle, the nearest human outpost was only a few kilometers away. As long as they could encounter humans, the journey back would be much easier.
In fact, they had never anticipated that they would need to ignite a vehicle to escape; even if the vehicle were towed back to the shop, it would never be restored to its original condition. It would be better to melt it down, refine the steel, and forge it into armor or perhaps a sword.
They walked a few kilometers and soon came upon a black bunker. This militarized bunker had the appearance of a typical bunker but was actually a secret base capable of accommodating over a thousand people.
Below the bunker lay an excavation space of three hundred square meters, where mixed metals absorbed the surrounding soft soil layers. Even if the bunker were bombed by the Zerg or subjected to a nuclear explosion outside, this hidden space below would likely remain unaffected. Over a thousand people took turns resting inside the bunker, going about their daily activities. They did not find this lifestyle tedious; they had grown accustomed to it. The conditions here could be leisurely at times but deadly at others, as they received orders to assist deployed soldiers in completing their missions on time.
Surrounding Slyland City were around two hundred such secret bases, along with a massive military fortress divided into multiple barracks for training various soldiers. Additionally, there were large helipads where Ace Mecha Masters from the Mecha Association would regularly teach pilots how to use aerial weapons more efficiently.
Since humans discovered the secret of flight from Dragonflies, aviation technology had rapidly advanced. It seemed that technology in this era was becoming increasingly sophisticated.
Arriving at this bunker, which was enveloped by natural colors, it was evident that black was the natural color of the soil here, allowing the bunker to blend seamlessly with the earth.
After careful searching, they finally located this hidden military base. Countless pinhole cameras surrounded the base; even if a mosquito entered, it would trigger various colored lights within the facility, distinguishing these creatures that could pose significant destructive threats to humans behind them.
In reality, unless this military base were completely incapacitated, it would be nearly impossible for ordinary Zerg members to slip past. However, a few Mutated Insectoids had undergone special mutations and adapted to flying at altitudes of ten thousand meters; even surface-to-air missiles might not effectively destroy them.
Yet for ordinary Zerg members with wings, such strikes would undoubtedly be fatal.
"We are good citizens; do not shoot! Do not shoot!"
At that moment, numerous infrared control devices around the bunker began flashing lights in response.
Every person around had four or five dozen red dots on them. Even if one were to take a step forward, the weapons would fire, and there might not be any flesh left to find.
Ross cradled his head, the first to crouch down as others were still processing the situation.
"Hello, can you leave me with a whole corpse?" Xiong Tai asked.
In front of the bunker, a large circle appeared, quickly descending to reveal an old man with a slightly hunched back.
The old man rolled up his sleeves, wearing a military green cap, leather gloves on both hands, and shiny black boots. He was also holding a brush.
He looked like a janitor who had just finished his work.
"Hello~ Are you in some trouble?" the old man smiled.
"Well," Freyr hurriedly stepped forward.
With a wave of his hand, the weapons that had been aimed with infrared targeting quickly adjusted their aim, averting the crisis.
After conversing for a while and explaining the earlier situation, the old man took a deep breath and replied calmly, "It's no problem to borrow a vehicle, but how about exchanging it for some Straw Worms? It's just a matter of saying the word, and you can take the vehicle right away."
"Sure, how many do you want?" Freyr asked.
"How many do you have? If I need a hundred pounds, do you have that? I only need three Straw Worms. I have someone injured here who needs help with an organ transplant. I was hoping to source suitable organs from elsewhere, and it seems you arrived just in time. If you have them, bring them out, and I'll send someone to get your vehicle immediately," the old man said.
"Alright, it's settled then," Freyr nodded.
The old man then took out a Black Box and muttered something under his breath as he turned away.
He stepped out of the circle, which then sank down.
A few minutes later, he returned with three or four medical personnel, all wearing oxygen masks and white sterilized gloves. They had bloodstains on their chests, clearly having just performed surgery on a Surgical Table not long ago.
"Please lay them out for us so we can choose," Freyr said. Aside from internal organs and Retina, Straw Worms had little use beyond those two points; however, some aged Straw Worms were present.
Living long lives, their bone marrow would automatically secrete a liquid that effectively suppressed cancer cell spread without any side effects. Unfortunately, such Straw Worms were exceedingly rare; typical ones would perish within two years. Those that could live to be ancient relics were one in ten thousand at best.
Freyr loosened the ring carefully and stepped back to create space. Then he poured out several well-preserved Straw Worms from the ring. The condition of those Straw Worms clearly reflected their state before death.
The greatest advantage of the ring is its ability to completely freeze time for objects.
No matter how much time passes outside, as long as enough energy is supplied inside, the lifespan of the items can be maintained without deterioration.
The medical personnel were clearly taken aback, not expecting the selection process to be so significant.
The corpses of the Straw Worms were all very fresh, making this the best choice.
They carefully examined the bodies of the Straw Worms and ultimately chose one that looked somewhat frail.
They made a small incision along its belly and then opened it up to reveal a pulsating, fiery red Heart.
Immediately, they placed it in a box filled with dry ice for preservation; there could be no mistakes here.
It was evident that they had performed this type of procedure countless times before, and the process was quick. Meanwhile, Freyr had already returned the other Straw Worms back into the ring to prevent oxidation.
"Alright, we are ready, sir," said the Medical Officer beside him, slightly lifting his mask and giving a nod to the old man who was smoking nearby.
"Good, I will fulfill my promise to you," the old man replied as he extinguished his cigarette and turned back to smile at the four members of the Hunter Team. He added, "Your problem is resolved, and mine is too. It's a win-win situation. Yes, this is for the best; I will send someone to bring your vehicle right away."
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