Assessment Results

"He's still in there..."

Even the camouflage man outside was stunned. Immediately, he looked at Han Su with a serious expression.

Han Su merely shot him a cold glance and said, "If you're not convinced, you can pull open this iron gate right now."

The camouflage man furrowed his brow deeply as he looked at Han Su. After a long pause, he suddenly spoke, "If you're scared, hide behind me. I told you, I'll be the one to charge forward when something happens."

Saying that, he actually reached out to pull the iron gate, intending to rescue the little fatty inside. Han Su, meanwhile, just stood by and watched, showing no intention of stopping him.

In his own judgment, this assessment should have ended by now, having reached this point.

As expected, the little fatty inside, who had merely looked dazed when Han Su pulled down the iron gate, visibly panicked when he saw what the camouflage man was about to do, instinctively trying to dissuade him.

But in the end, he held back, raising his hands high and shouting, "That's enough, it's time to end this!"

Amidst his shout, one could faintly hear him muttering a few indistinct syllables after finishing his sentence. Immediately, the tense atmosphere in the air reappeared.

The bloodline he had drawn on the ground earlier, which had been dispersed by the fake humans, suddenly reformed. It then moved to the front of the iron gate, encircling all the fake humans within. The bloodline was actually becoming clearer and clearer.

Han Su watched intently and saw that blood was still dripping from the little fatty's palm. It was this blood that strengthened the bloodline, which then rapidly contracted inwards.

As the bloodline contracted, the fake humans inside were squeezed and forced back by an invisible force.

They were not only pushed back step by step to the elevator's position, but even the suits and ties that had gradually appeared on their bodies, as well as their facial features, rapidly faded as they retreated, until they transformed back into dough people.

They were forced all the way into the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, the red light on the display flickered slightly before disappearing completely. The elevator had lost power again.

Only then did the little fatty stop, taking deep breaths. He turned to the camouflage man, who was still holding up the iron gate, and said:

"You, you never learn, do you?"

"..."

This time, it was the camouflage man's turn to be stunned. "Huh?"

"So, this is the real end?"

After stopping the iron gate, Han Su felt a sense of leisure, as if he had completed his task. He neither stopped the camouflage man nor fired his gun again. He merely watched the little fatty's actions, observing his bizarre blood, and felt a growing sense of interest.

He even began to vaguely understand the ultimate purpose of this assessment:

What kind of potential did the Disaster Management Bureau want to see in them?

Initially, Han Su could understand why the camouflage man's evaluation was lowered because he had fired his gun without orders.

He recalled his experience in the dark ancient castle. Compared to intelligence, bravery, and ability, his selection criteria were "obedience."

However, after suppressing the camouflage man and making the other trainees deeply understand the principles of confronting the grotesque, why suddenly arrange this wave of fake humans? What was the intention?

"When facing the grotesque, the most important thing is to block, block, block!!"

The little fatty said to the camouflage man indignantly, "You released the grotesque to save me. Did you ever think about the consequences? Did you think about what would happen if the world was destroyed? Did you think about getting your salary docked?"

His loud scolding left the camouflage man stunned. The large man looked somewhat flustered.

His reprimand also made the other panicked team members snap out of their daze, realizing that the problem had been resolved. They were peeking out from the stairwell.

Han Su saw the camouflage man's embarrassment and stepped forward to ease the situation. "Captain, so, what exactly came out of that elevator?"

The little fatty, who was still angry with the camouflage man, gave Han Su an unfriendly look when he saw him approach. "You can think of it as shadows, or as a negative force that can distort reality, or even as buried gods."

"In short, they will do everything they can to infiltrate our reality."

"Our job is to find them, locate their source, and then block their infiltration, while also eliminating any witnesses."

"..."

He said this while glaring at Han Su.

This guy still had the nerve to come and ask questions?

I'm very unhappy with the camouflage man's performance, but at least he was trying to save my life when he made a mistake. You, on the other hand, directly locked me inside...

The thought of how decisively this guy pulled down the gate sent a shiver down his spine...

Pervert...

Is the Disaster Management Bureau really only looking at ability and not morality when recruiting now?

"Things that infiltrate reality?"

Han Su's gaze sharpened slightly. Within the Disaster Management Bureau, there also seemed to be an extraordinary ability that relied on mental penetration to infiltrate reality.

And these grotesque things were also trying to infiltrate reality. Was there a connection?

But he could tell that the little fatty didn't want to explain. The assessment was still ongoing, and the evaluation hadn't come out yet. Asking too many questions might lower his score. Han Su held back.

Of course, the main reason was that he could see the little fatty was in a bad mood right now...

It had nothing to do with him. He was definitely the best performer among the trainees led by this little fatty.

The performance of the others was indeed infuriating.

As usual, he followed the bespectacled little fatty downstairs and got into the waiting van with the others to return to the base. As they were about to enter the training hall, Han Su unexpectedly saw Zhang Chiguo waiting there.

He seemed to be in a good mood and clapped Han Su on the shoulder, smiling. "I didn't expect you to perform so well in the assessment."

"You're very suited for this line of work!"

"Once the groups are divided, I'll be able to rest easy."

As he spoke, he glanced at the camouflage man and the other trainees beside him. He then took something out of his pocket and slipped it into Han Su's, saying, "Take this. Training is about to end, and you still need to build good relationships with your colleagues."

Han Su looked down and immediately felt a surge of amusement. This thing is truly a powerful tool for building relationships.

After they handed in their firearms and remaining ammunition and returned to the training room, they saw that all the trainees were already there.

The headcount was complete, with no apparent casualties or injuries. This might indicate that each group's mission was completed successfully, but everyone's expression was stranger than the last.

Some looked smug, some looked embarrassed, and some still had traces of fear on their faces. It seemed they had all witnessed things that were difficult to comprehend during this training.

There must have been quite a few who were so terrified they lost control and fled.

Many of the people who were able to enter and participate in this training had already psychologically prepared themselves for encountering such things, but experiencing them firsthand still brought about an indescribable strangeness.

It was as if, from that moment on, their normal lives would be completely out of reach.

At first, the instructor had always told them that the benefit of the Disaster Management Bureau's training department was that no one would be expelled regardless of their performance, which seemed like a good thing.

But after genuinely seeing these things, their thoughts had changed.

If they were going to be dealing with this kind of stuff in the future, they'd rather be kicked out immediately...

"The assessment results for execution are out."

At this moment, the instructor, seated in the foremost chair, turned around as the last two trainees entered and said, "You'll have free time for half an hour. Once you're ready, you'll undergo the final assessment, which is the code of conduct."

"Once the results of this assessment are out, all your evaluation results will be displayed directly, and you will be assigned to your respective groups based on these results."

"Of course, if anyone feels there's no need for further hassle and wishes to proceed directly with the code of conduct assessment, the venue is prepared, and you can come over immediately."

"..."

Everyone exchanged glances. Many trainees who had looked dejected and somewhat unstable suddenly changed their expressions and hurriedly took out their codes of conduct to begin reciting them silently.

At this moment, the man in the white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses suddenly said, "I'm ready. I'll go first!"

"Huh?"

Han Su was taken aback. He remembered that after the code of conduct was distributed, this guy was the first one to put it down.

He had never seen him diligently studying it like the others.

And now he wanted to volunteer first...

Had he given up?

With a look of surprise, he watched the man with the gold-rimmed glasses walk into a room opposite them. Time ticked by, and after about ten minutes, the man pushed the door open and walked out.

Above his head, an electronic information display flashed with numbers:

[Codename: Doctor]

[Code of Conduct: A]

[Insight: A]

[Response: A]

[Intervention: B]

[Cipher: C]

[Execution: A]

[Additional Assessment: None]