"Paulson, after more than a month of training, my strength has finally exceeded 70. With the support of a speed exceeding 50 seconds, it should be safe to join the Order Group!"

The arrogant young man clasped his hands on the strap, slid it up and down and whispered.

"Relax, Bell, relax."

Although Baosen was equally happy, he looked much calmer and comforted his companions.

"We will join the Order Group. When the time comes, you can quit the Scarlet Gang, receive a generous salary, help the citizens of Lansas City solve various disasters, and truly become a hero."

The two of them were talking quietly and whispering to each other.

Only those who have passed the previous physical fitness test will be arranged to undergo the pollution test. In other words, those who can line up here can basically join the order group as long as there are no major problems. The only difference is where they are assigned.

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It seems that joining the order group is something worth celebrating. People around them are not surprised by their behavior. On the contrary, the overall atmosphere is very happy.

Therefore, no one criticized Bell for whispering, but he wished he had a companion who could share his joy.

"It's your turn, Belle."

Paulson poked his back and pointed to the empty space ahead.

The latter took a few deep breaths, calmed down slowly for a while, then sat on the chair, rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms.

Lynard watched him intently, carefully checking how the officials tested their contamination levels.

A staff member wearing a blue and black uniform sat meticulously opposite Bell, pulling out a pipe from a machine at a height of two meters beside him.

The overall shape of the machine is rectangular, somewhat like a metal filing cabinet. The difference is that the end facing the crowd has countless small rubber tubes inserted into it, and each tube is connected to a needle.

"Relax, you can use your spiritual power."

The staff member spoke while inserting a sterilized needle into Bell's blood vessel.

It could be seen that Bell was a little nervous. Sweat was soaked on his forehead, and a layer of faint gray fluorescence appeared on the surface of his body. It was extremely weak, as if it would break if he poked it with his hand.

Blood overflowed from the connection between the needle and his arm and flowed into the machine along the pipe. Bell's face became a bit ferocious and looked crazy.

There were blue veins popping up in his arms, as if there were little snakes swimming inside them.

After the staff pulled out the needle, his changes stopped.

"Well, thirteen percent, not bad."

The staff member in the white coat recorded it and told him: "You can go to the church to worship more, buy some holy water for internal use, you can also accumulate merit and buy internal decontamination agents, and try to control the pollution level within ten percent, otherwise

With your believer-level strength, there is still a slight chance of losing control."

After speaking, he took out a metal badge from the box on the table and handed it to Bell with a smile:

"Welcome to the Order Group."

Bell, who was extremely excited, took the badge with both hands and waved his fist fiercely, extremely excited.

Linard rubbed his chin, seemingly infected by the lively Bell. On the surface, he looked eager to try, but in fact, he was thinking without any fluctuations:

“… Ford did not use test strips to detect contamination, but used an unknown machine.

Yes, Ford used test strips to detect whether the two dead people were cultists. It was indeed fast and convenient, but the shortcoming was also very obvious, that is, it could not intuitively reflect the specific pollution values.

That kind of test strip is more of a way for the police or the order group to quickly identify whether someone is a cultist when performing tasks.

When it comes to detecting insiders, of course we will no longer use such a crude mechanism, but will use a more precise method."

Soon, Baosen, who had better grades than Bell, passed the test smoothly. The pollution level was only 9%, and he joined the order group without any suspense.

It was Lynard's turn to get tested.

He sat down on the chair and smiled at the staff in front of him who were dressed like doctors.

"Extend your arm, sir."

The latter nodded to him, pulled out a small tube from behind, and patiently and carefully connected a brand new needle with sterilization.

"OK."

Linard spread his right hand and placed it on the table.

His fair and clean arms don't even have body hair. Compared with other people in this world who have thick body hair, he looks gentle and elegant, like the kind of upper-class person who always takes care of his appearance.

If he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a decent shirt and suit, people are more likely to believe that he is in major courts or in new companies.

The staff inserted the needle into his arm as usual and started the instrument.

A horrifying scene appeared. Countless flesh sprouts sprouted all over Linnard's body, growing wildly as if he had been greatly stimulated. In the blink of an eye, he was on the verge of losing control!

"this……"

Bai Daco seemed to have never seen such a scene before. He never dreamed that this man who looked healthier than normal people would have suffered such severe pollution. Under the influence of the machine, he could not survive even a second and entered directly.

On the verge of change!

However, his reaction speed was very fast, and he made a prompt decision to pull out the needle and stop injecting the drug to trigger Linnard's out-of-control behavior!

"Crack!"

A twisted arm covered with disgusting tentacles tightly clamped his outstretched hand. When he looked up, the man sitting opposite him looked at him with a calm face. He didn't look like a madman who was going crazy and killing people at any time.

"Take it easy, doctor, let it go smoothly, okay?"

If you don't look at the waving fleshy buds on the face of the person who is speaking, the white coat would even think that this person must be a wise man with a mature mind and a calm mind when dealing with situations.

Rather than a monster that is about to lose itself under the influence of the evil god and turn into a disgusting meat ball.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and noticed that the fleshy buds all over Linard's body were shrinking back. The chaotic and crazy aura calmed down a lot before he swallowed his saliva.

"good."

All this happened within a short period of time. From the beginning of the mutation to the conversation between the two, it only lasted about three seconds. In the next second, the needle absorbed some of Linnard's blood and began to detect it.

"Gu...wow...uh..."

Linnard forcibly released the killing transformation that had reached the critical point. He was about to turn into Mark's appearance in the next moment, but in the end he stabilized his appearance and turned into an ordinary person again after paying a huge mental price.

Human appearance.

This is the best way he can come up with so far, which is to use his deformation ability to transform into Mark when he is being tested, and let the machine detect Mark's pollution level, thereby replacing his own pollution value.

It is true that Mark, as a human traitor, even looks closer to a snake man, so the degree of pollution must be extremely high.

But compared to the 99 percentile like Lynard, it must still be much better.

Maybe, eighty percent?

"drop!"
Chapter completed!