The lab-coated staff first used an instrument resembling a temperature gun to scan Sun Hang from head to toe, then had him lock all his equipment, including the God-Slaying Spear, inside a secure case.
Next, they took several sets of protective suits from cabinets welded into the walls. Once worn, they made the wearer look like the Michelin Man.
"Do I have to wear this thing?" Sun Hang asked. "I feel like I won't be able to move my hands and feet properly in it."
"Please rest assured, this protective suit is made from the latest materials. Its total weight is only four kilograms, and its joints offer a range of motion fully sufficient for normal human movement. In addition, its internal frame is equipped with assist motors. You may regard it as an ultralight powered exoskeleton," the lead lab-coated man told Sun Hang.
"What I mean is, I've never worn anything like this before. I'm not used to it." Sun Hang frowned.
"Please cooperate with our work as much as possible. These protective suits exist not only to ensure the safety of personnel entering the containment area, but also to prevent the anomalies inside from being contaminated by outside substances... We hope you can understand." The lab-coated man looked troubled.
"Fine." In the end, Sun Hang became a Michelin Man—though he was not the only one. The lab-coated staff accompanying him into the containment zone also put on identical protective suits.
The group filed onto the lift platform.
"Identification Code verified. Mission authorization code authenticated. Highest-level clearance confirmed," an AI voice sounded from the lift platform's central speaker. "Proceeding to Containment Zone One."
The lift platform began accelerating. It quickly overtook the platforms rising and falling along the surrounding tracks and plunged rapidly into the depths underground.
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