"Weak?" Han Sen smiled bitterly in his heart.
He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly he heard the communicator on Lancer's body ring. Lancer connected the communicator and said, "I am Lancer, please speak."
"Instructor Lan, please rush to the steel factory in the West District immediately. An abnormal situation has occurred there." An anxious voice came from the communicator.
"I'll rush over immediately and expect to arrive within five minutes." Lancer's face changed slightly and he immediately replied.
Lancer glanced at Han Sen beside her, seeming to be thinking about something, but the next second, she made a decision, turned the car around, and drove in one direction.
It's rare to see cars in the Alliance, and Han Sen has never been in one. Seeing Lancer's smooth driving skills, he felt quite handsome.
The car shuttled quickly through the streets. Because there were things like police lights, ordinary vehicles were giving way to Lancer. Coupled with his very wild driving techniques, Lancer finally arrived in front of a factory in five minutes.
The scene has been cordoned off by many cat-person police. All the cat-persons are wearing genetic armor, and their genetic armors all look basically the same, without much difference.
"Stay here and don't move around. If you escape without permission, you will be severely punished by the laws of Kate Star." After saying that, Lancer got out of the car, closed the door and walked into the factory.
"I'd better follow you. I'm not familiar with this place at all, and I'm a foreigner. It's not good to be misunderstood in a place like this." Han Sen quickly got out of the car and followed Lancer.
Lancer pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's fine, you just stay with me and obey my orders in everything. No private actions are allowed."
"Yes." Han Sen agreed. He just smelled a strong smell of blood coming from the factory and wanted to go in to see what happened.
As Lancer walked inside, the police seemed to recognize her, and no one stopped her. Soon she had entered the factory.
As soon as he entered the factory, Han Sen couldn't help but frown.
This is a not very big factory. There are many corpses lying in the yard. To be more precise, many of them are mutilated corpses.
There were many corpses that had been disemboweled, with arms and broken legs scattered everywhere. The appearance of death was very miserable.
Looking at the corpses, they should all be dead cat people. Looking at the wounds, they should have been torn open by people, and the wounds were not injured by weapons.
What shocked Han Sen was that there were fragments of genetic armor on the corpses of these cat people. It was obvious that they all possessed genetic armor, but they were killed so ruthlessly and cruelly that they seemed to have no ability to resist. .
"It seems that this place is not as safe as imagined." Han Sen secretly warned.
"What's going on here?" Lancer came to a policeman who was handling the case, looked at the corpse next to him, and asked with an ugly expression.
The male policeman said: "These are workers who worked the night shift in the factory. When the workers who worked the morning shift came to the factory, they found that they were all dead. No one was found alive, and there were no traces of struggle left at the scene. Judging from the wounds, their bodies and genetic armor seem to have been torn apart by sharp claws."
"Are those things made of?" Lancer's face was gloomy.
"We don't rule out that possibility. We have already contacted the superiors. The patriarch has sent a nobleman over. He should arrive soon." The male policeman said.
Lancer looked at the corpses, bit his lip and said nothing.
"Se, don't be sad. If it is really done by those things, there is nothing we can do to stop it. The patriarch and the others will solve it." The male police officer comforted.
Han Sen just watched from the sidelines. Lancer and the others did research and investigation on the scene, but it obviously didn't go well.
Not long after, I suddenly saw an aircraft landing outside the factory gate, and a cold-looking man disembarked from it. After the police saw the man, they immediately moved out of the way, allowing the man to enter the scene smoothly.
And when they passed by, the police officers all saluted the man respectfully.
Han Sen was also looking at the man, a black-haired catman. Han Sen heard the policemen calling him "Master Heixun".
This Master Hei Xun gave Han Sen a slightly different feeling from other cat people, but he couldn't tell what was different.
Even Lancer and the male police officer saluted Heixun and called him "sir". It can be seen that his status here is very noble.
However, Hei Xun only walked around the factory, and then simply said that he would take over the place, and asked Lancer and other police officers to evacuate.
Han Sen left with Lancer and couldn't help but ask on the way: "Who is that Lord Heixun? He looks very powerful?"
"Lord Hei Xun is a noble with genetic weapons, which is not comparable to ordinary people." When Lancer talked about Hei Xun, his face was full of envy.
"Can you become a noble by condensing genetic weapons?" Han Sen asked curiously.
"Of course, those who can condense genetic weapons are the chosen ones, and of course they are all born nobles." Lancer said without hesitation.
"If...I mean if...if I can condense genetic weapons, can I get some preferential treatment on Kate Planet?" Han Sen asked tentatively.
Lancer glanced at him: "If you can gather genetic weapons, let alone preferential treatment, as long as you are willing to join our Kate Star, you can also receive the same aristocratic treatment as Master Heixun and be respected by all Kate people."
Having said this, Lancer paused and then said: "But seeing that you are already an adult, but you haven't even condensed the genetic armor. Obviously the racial bloodline is very weak, and there is almost no possibility of condensed genetic armor, so don't think about it. Come on, go to work honestly first, and after you make enough money, buy a ticket and go back to your hometown as soon as possible."
"Are there any conditions for condensing genetic weapons?" Han Sen was not angry and continued to ask.
"Naturally, the race with better bloodline has a higher chance of being able to produce genetic weapons. You don't even know this? I'm afraid there is no strong person in your clan who can condense genetic weapons, right?" Lancer said.
"Really not." Han Sen said with a wry smile, and then asked: "Apart from this, are there any other rules?"
"This really doesn't exist, otherwise we wouldn't be called the Chosen Ones. Among our Kate clan, nobles are also rare. Generally, the younger you are, the more opportunities you have to condense genetic weapons. I haven't heard of any rules. Some nobles were not particularly powerful before they gathered genetic weapons." Lancer said casually.
Han Sen frowned slightly and thought to himself: "I wonder if I can condense genetic weapons?"
