The Rescue Team was running smoothly now. Many had joined for their ideals, but plenty of others had come for the pay and benefits.
That meant every mission had to earn Merit Points.
Even if most members cared little about rewards, Zhang Ping and the others could not ignore their efforts and take everything they did for granted.
Still, Zhang Ping had amassed a great many Merit Points over the past three years. He could afford several more major operations.
The order went out quickly. Before long, Rescue Team members reported in one after another, and they all headed for the "station."
The Rescue Team now numbered nearly fifteen million. Most were scattered across different worlds, but between 5.5 and 7.8 million remained on standby at headquarters. By now, headquarters had grown into a behemoth.
Counting the Refuges built for the inhabitants of various worlds, the habitable area of the Mysterious Sewer exceeded that of a large province in Zhang Ping's previous life.
Buildings in the Mysterious Sewer could not be built especially tall, so each one held only a limited number of people. To accommodate more, they had to expand outward, taking up more and more space.
It was much like ancient times, when ten thousand people occupied far more land than ten thousand people did in the modern era.
A headquarters that large naturally had facilities like a station.
Zhang Ping and the others reached the station and boarded a superpowered bus. More members joined them along the way, and their numbers steadily grew.
Most had already learned the mission details from the Rescue Team's information desk. Once they boarded and checked in, they began chatting among themselves. The mood was relaxed.
An hour and a half later, the bus arrived before a massive vortex. The conversation died