Once Edy Brandon and Bennett Hansen entered the breeding chamber, the American Damon Company's deputy general manager immediately faced a new problem.
Which one was the Snake King?!
There were far more snakes in the breeding chamber than expected. Every one was thick and long, and most had sharp, triangular heads that made them look dangerous. Every single one looked like the Snake King.
But the farm manager had said that there was only one Snake King in each breeding chamber. All the others were underlings.
"There are so many snakes in here!"
Deputy General Manager Bowden Crison heard the voice of Edy Brandon, a retired Delta Special Forces veteran, come through his earpiece.
Snake expert Alvira Conrad had plenty of earpieces. Everyone except Edy and Bennett, who had entered the breeding chamber, had been given one, so they could all communicate on the same channel.
"Be careful. Move gently. Those snakes are starting to react. They'll think you're food."
Alvira Conrad set down the main radio unit of her headset, which continued running on its internal battery. As she watched the situation inside Breeding Chamber No. 1 closely, she took another tablet out of her backpack.
Human memory couldn't always be as precise and reliable as a hard drive.
Even research experts needed a computer's help to find the information they wanted accurately.
"Got it!"
Edy Brandon, who was responsible for capturing the Snake King, carefully used his stainless-steel snake tongs to nudge aside the snakes ahead, clearing a path for himself and Bennett Hansen behind him.
The former Navy SEAL behind him moved just as gently, pushing away the curious snakes that had crowded over to watch.
Though the two men moved lightly, the snakes in Breeding Chamber No. 1 hissed and rustled.
Snakes could make only the