In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

"Exploiting loopholes?"

Su Ran was looking at the battle report from the front lines when she heard this. She looked up and said, "Be more specific."

"Some teams simply don't touch the tough nuts to crack."

Mo Yun pulled up several task settlement lists and monitoring footage transmitted by the drone.

"They specifically hunt down Tier 3 individuals that are weak in combat, easy to control, or even non-aggressive!"

A series of monitoring images popped up on the screen.

The scene depicts the North American wilderness.

A squad of awakened individuals, composed of former American soldiers, is tirelessly hunting down a group of newly advanced "Tier 3 Mutant Giant Turtles" in heavy armored trucks.

These giant tortoises, apart from their hard shells, don't even know how to pounce or bite.

The white soldier in the video is even seen drinking beer while using a heavy crane to net the giant tortoise, his face full of arrogant smiles as if he's about to make a fortune.

"Over the past three days, more than one hundred Tier 3 live animals have been delivered from various war zones around the world."

Mo Yun flipped through the data, her tone revealing a pained expression.

"Most of them are just waste products that barely meet the third-order energy level standard!"

According to the previous regulations, we must pay them double the points plus an extra 20%.

However, these "waste cells" have extremely low brain development and would be of no help to Bai Lu's experiments. Sending them over would only be a waste of the containment pods!

Su Ran stared at the chaotic array of living beings on the screen, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

The development level of a normal third-order brain is too low, and the spirit imprint of the white deer would shatter with a single blow.

The time bomb in Jiangcheng can't wait any longer; resources can't be wasted like this any longer.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Pursuing profit and avoiding the important issues is human nature.

But the treasury of the Great Xia Dynasty is not a charity.

"Old Mo, stop all full bounties on ordinary Tier 3 creatures now."

Su Ran stood up and chuckled, "They'll find loopholes, so I'll change the rules."

Mo Yun opened the memo, ready to take notes.

"Redefine the points ladder."

Su Ran spoke steadily as she gave the instructions.

"The newly promoted lower-level third tier has had its points reduced by 90%, and it only gives a small fee for its hard work."

Want to get a high score? You can.

Target those high-ranking, commanding individuals who truly pose a threat to the safe zone!

"in particular……"

He paused briefly, emphasizing the key point.

"Those variants that exhibit intellectual tendencies or possess psychic abilities."

For this type of high-brain-domain sample, the score is tripled!

"As long as they are alive to be captured, the Great Xia will not hesitate to reward them!"

Mo Yun smiled knowingly and immediately turned back to the dispatch console.

"Understood, execute immediately!"

The new rules were issued in less than ten minutes.

The global Awakened Ones' communication channel instantly exploded with cries of despair.

[North American]: "WTF? What kind of crazy rules are these? We just caught a Tier 3, and before we even delivered it, they're telling me our points have been cut by 90%?"

[Locomotive]: "Commander Su, this isn't fair! We also captured Tier 3 monsters! Why are our points reduced so drastically?!"

【Kunlun Yibadao】: "Protest invalid. Do what you love, or get out."

【Wind Dragon】: "Exactly! Great Xia doesn't tolerate idlers. If you want to farm points, go catch high-level monsters. A bunch of cowards dare to jerk off?"

But immediately afterward, those truly elite squads turned their guns on those real no-man's-land.

……

Three days later. The laboratory on the third basement level.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Inside the explosion-proof glass, a massive, abnormally large-brained "third-order advanced eight-armed ape" was firmly fixed to an alloy platform.

This was a top-tier mutated creature airlifted from the Europa Wasteland, and it was only captured after being besieged by two awakened squads.

Bai Lu stood in front of the stage, her spiritual power soaring.

"Hold on... the brain neuron connection rate has exceeded 50%... 60%... 70%!"

Zhang Qian stared at the screen full of rapidly changing data, his voice trembling.

The eight-armed ape's violently struggling body suddenly froze, and a trace of clarity appeared in its originally ferocious, scarlet eyes.

"Sit down!" Bai Lu shouted sharply.

The enormous eight-armed ape actually stopped resisting and obediently sat on the alloy platform as instructed.

Then, stand up, raise your hands, and even let it pierce your skin with its sharp claws.

A series of commands, originally intended to be completely contrary to biological instincts, were issued, and the eight-armed ape followed them one by one!

Time ticked by, and soon, the minute was up!

"It worked?!"

Zhang Qian's assistants behind him covered their mouths, their eyes red-rimmed, and couldn't help but gasp in disbelief.

Two minutes... three minutes!

Even Professor Zhang Qian, who is usually the most composed and meticulous, was somewhat lost in thought as he stared at the miracle inside the glass curtain wall.

This time, the duration of control far exceeded the previous record of tens of seconds!

This is a qualitative leap!

But Bai Lu, standing on the stage, looked increasingly grim.

"Professor Zhang..."

The white deer gritted its teeth, its voice becoming hoarse.

"I have... successfully imprinted a complete thought into the mental world of this mutated beast."

In its subconscious, I am now its absolute master.

"Excellent! Perfect mental implantation!"

Zhang Qian clapped his hands excitedly, then quickly looked at the instrument.

"Now, Miss White Deer, immediately withdraw your mental connection!"

We need to test whether the mind imprint can maintain its long-term autonomous obedience without your constant mental suppression!

"good……"

Upon hearing the command, Bai Lu let out a long sigh of relief.

She closed her eyes, instantly severing the mental link connecting the eight-armed ape's brain.

The eight-armed ape, having lost the immense spiritual power of the white deer to suppress it from the outside, suddenly convulsed violently as if it had been electrocuted!

"roar!!!"

The eight-armed ape let out an extremely shrill scream.

next second.

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

The enormous head of the eight-armed ape exploded with a deafening roar, its brains mixed with dark blood splattering across the entire glass curtain wall.

The cheers that had been filling the air were abruptly cut short by the bloody explosion.

"Still not working...?"

Bai Lu leaned against the wall, panting heavily, her eyes filled with frustration.

This mutated beast is arguably the most technologically advanced mutated creature that can be collected at this stage.

However, Zhang Qian, standing in front of the control panel, was not discouraged as everyone expected.

After a brief moment of surprise, he lunged at the control panel and reviewed the data feedback from earlier.

Data monitoring showed that within just three seconds of the disconnection, the eight-armed ape's brain temperature suddenly soared by several hundred degrees, and the intracranial pressure reached terrifying levels.

In other words, its brain was burst from the inside because it couldn't handle the amount of "imprinted information" left behind!

"That's right, just as I thought!"

Once Zhang Qian understood this, he burst out laughing.

Instead of disappointment, his cloudy old eyes blazed with an unprecedented fervor.

"White Deer, don't be discouraged! No, we shouldn't be discouraged at all!"

He pointed excitedly at the headless corpse inside, his voice booming.

"We've just successfully broken through the limit! We survived for three minutes! It obeyed all your commands!"

"This is by no means a failure! The data just now proves that the technical logic of the thought imprint is flawless!"

The old professor turned his head, his tone extremely firm.

"If the thought imprint can operate stably for three minutes, it means that the underlying logic has been closed."

This beast's brain has exploded. The problem isn't with you at all; it's with the 'hardware'!

Even this near-fourth-order eight-armed ape's brain couldn't withstand the energy backlash from severing the connection!

"This also proves that as long as the brain hardware of the mutated creature is strong enough, it can absolutely withstand the long-term operation of the mental imprint!"

Zhang Qian was in high spirits, his face flushed, "Our direction has always been correct!"