The attacks on the shelters along the equator by large numbers of natives did not cause much of a stir. Aside from leaving behind pools of blood and piles of body parts, which were something of a nuisance, they had caused the shelters no other problems.
No one took these idiots' suicidal behavior seriously. Some people even treated what they had done as a joke.
Lin Qi, however, felt that this might not necessarily be a good thing.
"Are you worried that the Nagaril People will attack our shelters again?"
The research institute had just dealt with another group of Nagaril natives who had attacked the shelter. Unlike other places, where the bodies were dumped in the wilderness,
they had made full use of the materials at hand here. Large numbers of scientists had rushed over carrying temperature-controlled containers and scalpels, happily packing large quantities of experimental material into boxes.
Although the institute consumed quite a lot of material every day, in reality, every request, use, and disposal of experimental material followed a strict procedure.
Moreover, obtaining approval was not easy. They could not simply kill some fat person because someone wanted to see what novel changes would occur when fatty liver was soaked in an acidic solution.
Only requests for necessary experimental materials would be approved. After all, the institute was also a place that respected life.
They respected those who devoted themselves to science. Whether they did so willingly or not, they respected them all.
Now, these corpses allowed them to conduct some experiments without applying for materials, and everyone was delighted. Some even felt that the Nagaril People should come a few more times so they would not have to deal with the sour faces of the auditors.
Unlike the others, whose faces were calm or carried