"Who are you?"
When Jia Xin and the other three passed through the disinfection room and entered the brain production chamber, a worker immediately came forward to ask about their identities and purpose. Since any living being able to move about within headquarters was a company employee, the worker was not overly wary.
"We're here to take over the shift." Jia Xin held the license hanging from his neck before the other person.
"There's still an hour until the shift change. Why was it moved up today?" The worker ignored the license in Jia Xin's hand and instead questioned the early shift change.
"This is an order from above. We're only following instructions."
The worker frowned. This was the first time he had heard of something as minor as an early shift change being issued from above. He immediately checked the system and, sure enough, found a temporary notice from the company's upper management in his inbox, exactly as Jia Xin had described, requiring the four of them to take over an hour early.
After repeatedly confirming that there were no errors, the worker left with the staff inside the production chamber, handing everything over to Jia Xin and the others.
As Zhang Chen looked at the Prison Envoys lying comfortably on the operating tables, an uncomfortable feeling rose in his heart. After being captured and brought here, these Prison Envoys were no different from the dead. Their bodies, superior to those of ordinary people, could still help the brains regenerate faster.
On average, it took only twenty minutes for a mass of brain tissue perfectly connected to the body's nervous system to form inside a Prison Envoy's skull.
The instruments would then conduct tests. Once the brain met the required standards, a hand made from high-density fiber resin would