Wasteland Border Inspector

Chapter 245 The Cost of Infection, The Revolution Begins!
Cui Qiao quickly sent someone to deliver the clothes. As the deputy director, she acted perfectly normally while the two were talking.

But the two young girls following behind her still had a faint blush on their cheeks.

Where is their professional competence?!

Damn it, Prosecutor Cheng's innocence is gone just like that!

Cheng Ye felt somewhat helpless and secretly made up his mind that he must find a set of clothes that could stretch and conform to his body shape before going out on field duty.

Obsidian armor uses similar technology; setting aside its core function of concealing one's presence, the simple retractable design should not be difficult to achieve.

Otherwise, being naked every time you transform in the wilderness would be too embarrassing and troublesome.

After changing clothes, Cui Qiao began to explain the exercise plan that offset the cost: "Based on your physical fitness assessment, moderate-intensity exercise is divided into three categories: running, weightlifting, and rowing."

"Running requires a pace of at least 15 seconds per 100-meter dash to cover 2000 kilometers, which takes about 10 days. This is our most recommended method. Running is a passive exercise, and as long as you recover properly every day, it is the easiest to stick to."

"Weightlifting requires using a barbell weighing no less than 150 kilograms and completing at least 144 hours of training, which is 6 days. During this period, the heart rate must be maintained above 170. It is the most difficult part to stick to, but it takes less time."

"Rowing is the fastest way, requiring only 130 hours of consistent practice, but..."

Cui Qiao paused, then said solemnly, "I strongly suggest you experience the level of pain that comes with the price first. When the bone and flesh pain flares up, you may not be able to exert any force to move the oars at all."

"Then let's go for a run."

Cheng Ye changed into quick-drying workout clothes and touched his still bald head.

Compared to the latter two, running actually takes a short time; at a speed of 15 seconds per 100 meters, it only takes 83 hours to run 2000 kilometers.

Running 16 hours a day, like Forrest Gump, can be accomplished in just five days.

Moreover, weightlifting and rowing require constant heart rate monitoring and intensity checks, which is too troublesome.

Moreover, he was only doing this to offset the cost; his improved physical fitness was already enhanced by the physical talents he had discovered, so he didn't need to deliberately lift weights.

“Okay, so are you planning to run indoors or outdoors?” Cui Qiao asked.

"Let's go outside. Running laps here is too boring." Cheng Ye glanced at the test track. Although there was enough space, running laps for 16 hours straight every day was just too torturous.

"Then please follow me."

The group went up to the ground and returned to the front of the building, where the lighting system on the top had simulated the daylight outside.

The entire Resurrection Medical Space is exactly 8 kilometers in circumference, and it would only take 250 circumferences to complete 2000 kilometers.

The medical team quickly got to work, moving in various monitoring equipment and setting up the site.

It's quite outrageous that they set up a supply station every 2 kilometers along the way, for a total of four.

Each supply station has six staff members on duty: two to monitor data, two to deal with emergencies, and two to provide massages to relieve pain.

It's also worth mentioning that, in addition to the regular nutrient solution, there are three types: yellow bag, blue bag, and black bag.

Here, Cheng Ye saw a new kind of nutrient syrup.

Red bag!

"You mean, this bag has ten times the nutrition of the yellow bag? And it also has a powerful anti-fatigue function?"

"Could it even repair internal damage?"

Cheng Ye stroked the red bag, his eyes unreadable.

This is good stuff!

Happiness City is indeed a large and wealthy place, hiding too many treasures that he didn't have permission to access before.

If he could get a batch of this stuff, he wouldn't need to drink hundreds of bags at a time like Taotie when synthesizing talents and equipment skills.

"Yes, the cost price of this bag is 150 contribution points."

Cui Qiao smiled and explained, "However, since you are an inspector in our Happiness City, as long as you don't take it out of the Fusheng Medical Area, you can drink as much as you want without any limit."

Hey.

They put it very politely, but they still restricted taking it out.

Cheng Ye grinned. 150 points were enough for him to fill his collector, but he wasn't so extravagant as to casually drink such expensive nutrient syrup.

But if he really wanted to take it out, with his current status and contributions, applying for a batch shouldn't be too difficult, right?
Cui Qiao, oblivious to his thoughts, continued to give instructions: "During your run, we will have people on duty the whole time to ensure that no one disturbs you."

"You don't need to worry about anything outside of work; a daily summary of information will be placed by your bedside."

"Please feel free to tell me if you have any needs. We currently have 60 medical personnel and 240 staff members dedicated to serving you."

"If you feel pain, press the yellow button on your chest. This is a temporary painkiller injection. You can only press it once per hour. If you really can't bear it, press the red button, and we will come to the scene immediately to adjust your pain relief plan."

"If you have any dishes, fruits, or special flavors you'd like to eat, just tell us and we'll arrange them immediately to ensure they're fresh and delicious."

"If you have any entertainment needs or other requirements, just tell us and we will arrange someone to serve you immediately to ensure your satisfaction."

After reciting all the precautions in one breath, Cui Qiao bowed slightly, and all the medical staff behind her bowed as well.

"Prosecutor Cheng, you've worked hard for the development of Happiness City!"

Even though we have various assistance methods to help you offset the costs, the most fundamental pain still needs to be borne by you personally!

"Ah."

Cheng Ye nodded slightly.

The panel flashed before my eyes; only four hours remained before the mandatory execution of the penalty.

He didn't intend to wait until the time ran out and proactively pressed the red button to activate the cost.

laugh--

A clear sound of muscles twisting suddenly rang out, and everyone present heard it clearly.

The next second, the bones cracked and popped, as if they were about to break under the strain.

The cost of the source of infection is essentially more like an alternative mechanism of transformation.

In particular, the ability of the giant hyacinth louse to grow larger or smaller means that each use of it is an overdraft on its body. The price to pay is to strengthen the body through targeted training, ensuring that the limitations of using parasites become fewer and fewer, and that the power it can exert becomes greater and greater.

In other words, if one can withstand the cost of the Shrinking Giant Lice repeatedly without collapsing, even without using the ability, one can still gain strength and physical attributes far exceeding those of ordinary people!

Boom!
With a sudden twitch in his thigh, Cheng Ye knelt on one knee, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead like broken beads.

pain!
Excruciating pain!

It felt as if someone was grabbing his shoulder and twisting it violently to the left, while at the same time someone was pulling his leg to the right. His waist was subjected to tremendous twisting force, and the pain was so intense that it felt like it was about to break.

The spine was constantly deforming and twisting, and the muscles in the thighs were visibly churning, forming undulating, wave-like patterns. Is this the price of using the source of infection?

That's really powerful!

Cheng Ye gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up. Compared to the helplessness he felt when facing a threat, what was this pain?
It's nothing more than that.
"Equipment, Iron Body!"

The skill bar flickered slightly, and the words "Iron Body" lit up.

The excruciating pain that had just been tearing my heart apart vanished almost instantly, leaving only a slight, pricking sensation.

Without the contrast of the previous excruciating pain, this stinging pain would be unbearable for an ordinary person, but now the pain has been reduced by at least 70%, leaving only 30% to endure.

"Even the ordinary version of the Shrinking Earth Giant Lice only reduces the pain by 70% with the Iron Body, so wouldn't the extraordinary version be even harder to bear?"

Cheng Ye was secretly alarmed, but he had no mind to think about these things at the moment.

Amidst the admiring gazes of the medical staff, he began to stride forward, gritting his teeth as he ran.

Visibly, a trail of watermarks appeared on the ground where he ran.

It wasn't just dripping from his forehead, but seeping from his body surface, like a wet rag being squeezed dry.

“Prosecutor Cheng is indeed no ordinary person, even much stronger than his father,” Cui Qiao couldn’t help but exclaim.

Cheng Long was a regular at Resurrection Medical Center, and he would be brought in from time to time with terrible injuries.

In terms of willpower, the two are probably evenly matched.

However, in terms of strength, the gap is too large.

Thinking it over, she turned and loudly ordered, "Everyone stay at your posts. I don't want anyone to neglect any of Prosecutor Cheng's needs, understand?"

"Yes, Director Cui!"

The large medical team responded in unison and then began to take up their posts according to the previous assignments.

Five days later.

Almost every morning at five o'clock, a running figure can be seen on the open space of Fuxing Medical.

The figure seemed tireless, running from five o'clock until ten o'clock at night before stopping.

Some were surprised, some were curious, but most were filled with awe at the pain behind that figure.

Building No. 2, sixth floor.

Rokuk sat by the window, quietly watching the figures running below, his eyes filled with a mixture of envy and lingering fear.

His legs have been amputated, and he will have to wear alloy prosthetics in the future. Scenes of him running freely like this are destined to be unattainable for him.

But whenever Cheng Ye ran by, a long water trail would always be left on the ground, as if it had been repeatedly wiped with a mop.

He felt incredibly fortunate, knowing without a doubt that Cheng Ye was enduring inhuman and terrifying pain.

"If I were to go, I'd probably be on the verge of collapse by now."

"This Cheng Ye, this Cheng Ye"

Rococo muttered to himself, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and started cracking them open, while turning on the radio to listen to old-fashioned martial arts novels.

His gaze followed the seemingly tireless and painless figure, and he began to seriously consider how to maintain a good relationship with this "trainee" prosecutor after he, a prosecutor in his third term, was discharged from the hospital.

Building No. 2, fifth floor.

Garcia is out of danger, but he could not save his two arms and had to undergo amputation.

The cost of using benign sources of infection is too high; unless it's a matter of life and death, no one would be foolish enough to use an infectious agent to fight another infectious agent.

Despite his repeated pleas and despite the special technology of regenerative medicine, they were unable to save his arms.

The window was open, and a gentle breeze blew through, causing his empty sleeves to flutter back and forth, conveying a sense of indescribable desolation.

"Stop looking at it and have something to eat."

A voice came from behind him. Garcia turned around in a daze and saw a tall, blond man holding a peeled apple in his hand.

He paused for a moment, forced an awkward smile, and took a small bite out of the apple.

It was just a small piece of fruit, but he chewed it for half a minute without swallowing it.

"You only paid the price of two arms to clear the source of infection. You are still human, a normal person."

The blond man grinned, then changed the subject, "But he's different. He'll have to endure this pain repeatedly for the rest of his life, becoming inhuman, being relegated to the ranks of the Bound Source, and even being forever barred from the extraordinary."

"Think about it carefully. You are the lucky one! The power of the infection source is a curse. Only extraordinary power can be truly controlled by oneself!"

“Calvin, I’m just an ordinary second-phase prosecutor. You don’t need to try so hard to win me over.” Garcia shook his head slightly.

"No, the facts prove that you have never been ordinary, and you will be even more extraordinary in the future."

Calvin's smile faded, and he said solemnly, "Thirteen inspectors have already joined us. As long as you have the destructive rating, once a position becomes available, you can immediately be promoted to a senior inspector at the checkpoint. We will also help you climb the ranks step by step and gain more power."

Garcia's eyes flickered a few times before he asked slowly, "What do I need to give in return?"

"It's very simple. Just support some riskier proposals at the right time."

Calvin shrugged, his tone slightly mocking, "You don't actually think we, the Extraordinary Faction, want Happy City to collapse, do you?"

"Okay. Are you sure I'll really gain superhuman powers after I join?"

“Of course.” Calvin nodded emphatically, a glint of fervor in his eyes. “The next era is coming soon. Since Happiness City has already embarked on the path of expansion, it means that this world will no longer be as peaceful as it has been for the past ten years. The period of recuperation is about to end.”

"A new war will break out, a new conflict will erupt, and those without strength will only become cannon fodder. The development path that Happiness City has adhered to must be changed. In this transformation, do you want to become an insignificant piece of cannon fodder, or join us and become a great reformer?!"

"change."

Garcia murmured the two words over and over, as images flashed uncontrollably through his mind:

The helplessness one feels when caught in the vortex of power struggles.

Helplessness in the face of a powerful source of infection.

There is also the endless desolation of having one's fate in the hands of others and being forced to passively obey!

These memories pierced his heart like needles, making him want to clench his fists, but the loss of his arm only aggravated him more, as if an invisible voice was shouting: You are now a cripple!
Disabled?

A moment later, he gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes, and nodded emphatically to Calvin:
"I promise you!"

(End of this chapter)