"Damn it! They found us!"
In the underground facility's surveillance room, the staffer seated before the terminal cried out in alarm at the figures appearing on the painstakingly restored feed.
A flicker of panic crossed Alzu's face as well.
Before being entrusted with this important task by the Holy Son, he had often accompanied the Tribunal's executioners on missions and experienced his share of front-line battles. But he was not a professional combatant after all, and even professional combatants might not be a match for so many regular troops.
Most of the Torch Church's research facilities had been built around shelters, somewhat similar to the Enlightenment Society and even The Alliance.
This underground facility was no exception. Originally known as Shelter 182, it had opened during the early years of the Wasteland Era. It was later converted by the Torch Church into Biological Research Institute 182, where research was conducted on the Gestalt Lifeform and its subsidiary projects.
The facility's entrance was located in the center of the former Fortress Town, and at this moment, The Alliance had dispatched two platoons to search the area.
Every staff member's heart leaped into their throat, panic written across every face.
"It was probably the mutants on the surface that exposed our whereabouts..." An older researcher swallowed and cursed. "Those useless pigs! They ruin everything they touch!"
The researcher beside him said nervously.
"Mutants... Why would mutants come here?!"
Another researcher wearing glasses spoke with a grave expression.
"Who the hell knows... Their communications equipment probably broke, so they ran over to ask what happened. Damn it... Those idiots couldn't adapt to the situation even a little?"
Judging from the surveillance footage, it was not merely a handful of mutants hiding in the area. There was a full hundred-man unit!
He could not