268: Chapter 265 This job is terrifying

"Sir, may I ask if you really have a lot of authority with the authorities? Uh, I mean, once we're inside, can you really guarantee our safety?" Silk asked, feeling somewhat anxious.

"Rest assured, this is your safe haven. You will be completely safe here. Don't worry, even the President himself couldn't take you away from here." The Genentech employee driving the car spoke with immense confidence, bordering on arrogance.

"If that's the case, then we'll do whatever you want us to do." Silk sighed.

Thinking about his own circumstances, he felt a wave of helplessness and frustration. He was a mercenary of Russian descent.

His ideal had been to earn enough money in the war zones to last a lifetime. Things started off well enough; he had led his team in the war zones and made a fortune following their boss.

He had planned to work for a few more years before returning home to start enjoying life.

But he never expected that his boss would want to start a PMC company in Country M. According to his boss, this would be more stable and safer, sparing them from the daily fear of living in a war zone.

But what was the result? They hadn't had much business for over half a year, and the first job they got was a death sentence.

A simple mission to assassinate a gang leader ultimately became a graveyard for them all.

That's right, Silk was indeed one of the operatives responsible for the attempted assassination of Li Changsheng, and he was the Russian captain who had escaped. Beside him were some of his fellow countrymen and partners.

They were quite unlucky. They had already set sail, only to discover upon reaching international waters that the smuggling ship they were on was not legitimate at all.

The middleman was a human trafficker who had turned around and sold them to Genentech, and the smuggling ship was actually one of Genentech's ocean-going vessels.

For their experiments, Genentech often purchased large numbers of illegal immigrants from human trafficking middlemen. Fortunately, the clothing Silk and his partners were wearing saved them.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been brought here, but rather to another research branch, which housed a group of thugs and illegal immigrants—people who shared one common trait: they were ordinary individuals with no specialized skills.

Genentech could never have enough test subjects.

They had been in the research facility for half a day. Silk and the others had cleaned up and put on brand-new uniforms.

"Boss, is this place really reliable? I keep feeling like it's very strange here. I don't want to work here!" one of his subordinates said nervously.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you dare to go out now? Since they're paying us and providing food and housing, who we risk our lives for doesn't matter. Besides, you heard what they said earlier. This place has deep ties with the upper echelons of Country M. Isn't this the ideal job I've always wanted?" Silk snorted, quickly assembling the firearm he had been issued as he spoke.

"Bu... but the contract states very clearly that once we join them, we can never leave. For the first three years, we can only stay in the research facility. After that, we can only go out two days a week, and we can't leave this city. Damn it, what kind of company is this? They're depriving us of our personal freedom!" The subordinate still looked miserable.

"I want to go home. I still have my dear Marilyn and my little Sandy at home."

"Shut up!" Silk couldn't hold back anymore and barked in a low voice. He scanned the distance, and seeing that the research facility's security guards weren't paying attention, he whispered a reprimand:

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you. Don't you understand yet? This is a militarized enterprise. Biological research? Hmph, it's probably biological military industry. As long as you dare to violate the regulations here, I guarantee you will die silently and without a trace very soon. But as long as you follow the rules, what's wrong with this place? Tens of thousands of dollars in monthly salary, the work is very easy, and we have the relevant experience, so we can start immediately. As for your Marilyn, give up on that thought. Just work honestly here. After three years, you can go out, and you can find yourself a girl from Country M locally; it'll be the same."

Shaking his head, Silk felt very dissatisfied with this subordinate. But he was the only one like that. The others under his command had the mindset of pure mercenaries; when they were living life on the edge, they never even thought about marriage or having children.

"Alright, let's do our jobs well. In three years, we can go out every week to find beautiful models and celebrities. As long as we have money, we can sleep with whoever we want. Now... immediately, come with me to take our shift!"

Giving the order, Silk picked up his gun and walked toward the local security team in the distance. Because they were professional mercenaries themselves and had undergone professional PMC training, the person in charge here only gave them a basic briefing on the regulations before assigning them their duties.

Generally speaking, new recruits, even retired soldiers, had to undergo PMC training, but that process was skipped for them. Following the person in charge who was guiding them, they walked all the way toward that strange egg-shaped building.

"Officer Herlock, may I ask what our duties are?" Silk asked respectfully, following closely behind.

"Don't call me officer; this isn't the military." The white security captain named Herlock shook his head as he walked in front. "You can call me Captain or Team Leader. You have been assigned to Group 151, and I am the current team leader. Your duty is to serve as one of the rotating security personnel for the tenth underground level (B-10) of the B-Block research facility. Currently, there are three groups rotating, but because the number of test subjects has been increasing recently, the company has decided to strengthen security. Don't worry, there won't be any danger. You only need to observe whether there are any dangerous individuals among these test subjects, or if they attempt to escape or resist. If there is a large-scale brawl, you need to fire warning shots in time to prevent the fighting from continuing. You can communicate with the rest of the personnel in the duty room later to ask about specific details. The task is very easy and simple; there won't be any trouble, Silk."

"Is that so? Then thank you, Mr. Herlock. We will carry out every mission conscientiously." Hearing this, Silk immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It sounded like it was indeed quite easy. The difficulty wasn't high, it was very relaxed, and the pay was high—where else could he find such a lucrative job?

Ding! At that moment, accompanied by a crisp sound, they arrived at the tenth underground level. The elevator doors slowly opened, and the group walked out, chatting and laughing.

"Mr. Silk, what's wrong?" As they walked, Herlock noticed there was no sound behind him. He turned his head to look and saw that the newly arrived Silk and the others beside him were frozen in place. No, it was more like they were terrified of something, like herbivores seeing a carnivorous predator. Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably, and their pupils were constricted—this was clearly the result of extreme terror.

"Mr. Silk?" Herlock called out again, puzzled. Hearing the voice, Silk turned his head, though his eyes could not hide his terror. His lips trembled, and he said shakily: "Mr. Herlock... I... I... I think I've found a dangerous person. No! Not just a dangerous person, it's a terrifying demon, a child of Hell!!!"

Silk grabbed Herlock by the shoulders and said, trembling, his voice kept very low, as if he were afraid of being discovered by some terrifying creature.

"Huh?" Herlock was somewhat confused, completely unable to understand how they could have found a dangerous person just after arriving. He had been on duty here for several years, and there had never been any accidents. As for dangerous people, was that even possible? With armed security guards stationed every few steps, at the ready, who would dare to commit a crime? He had just been speaking casually earlier; his purpose was to ensure everyone didn't let their guard down.

"Mr. Silk, stop joking."

"No! I'm not joking. Shit, he saw me!!! I want to leave, I want to be transferred from here! He will definitely kill me!"