If it is smaller, remove the airbags and make the fuselage longer and narrower. With the huge thrust of the existing engine, it will definitely become more flexible and its speed can be increased exponentially, which is more in line with the concept of "aircraft" in Su Hao's memory.

However, the people here do not seem to have such a mechanical concept of flying. Even for old mercenaries like Mo Xingkui, there are only airships and no planes.

After carefully checking the documents of the two people and the items they carried with them, and after confirming that there was not enough weapons of mass destruction that caused threats, the guards handed each of them a temporary entry and exit card limited to activities in the peripheral area.

There are people everywhere, and it is obviously much more prosperous here than Konoha Town. Looking around, the bright lights and dense crowds are Su Hao's first impression of this place. Mo Xingkui led him into the road leading to the military zone, and explained loudly at the top of his voice: This place belongs to the civilian zone outside the garrison, that is, the family area that depends on the army. As time goes by and continues to develop, many businessmen who are not afraid of death and refugees who want to make a living have gradually formed a situation of mutual support with the army.

In front of a six-story building marked with the "External Reception Center", Mo Xingkui stopped the motorcycle, turned off the fire, unpacked his backpack from the back seat, and walked in with Su Hao.

The two went directly to the third floor. With the temporary entry and exit permit, the guards in the building did not intercept it. However, Su Hao felt that this was entirely because of Mo Xingkui himself. The old mercenary was very familiar with this place, and he kept greeting others along the way. It seemed that he had been here many times.

The decoration style of the third floor is completely different from that of the downstairs. It is very empty, with hundreds of biological specimens all around it. There are tiny insects, as well as eagles and snakes solidified by potions and gelatin. Next to these dead objects that still maintain their life movements, there are also skeletons of different shapes. Just within Su Hao's sight, there are more than a dozen types that cannot be named and are very unfamiliar. Their skulls are prominent and have sharp and curved fangs.

Mo Xingkui strode to the No. 7 workbench and put his heavy backpack on it. The huge impact broke the calm atmosphere here. Many staff members in military uniforms turned their eyes here, just looked at it casually, and were busy with their own work.

Behind the workbench is a very strong man. His shoulders are very wide, and the dark green training is obviously larger, and it still cannot cover up the bulging muscles on both arms. He is bare-headed, giving people the impression of a heavyweight boxer. When he stood up from the chair, Su Hao found that the man's right cheek had disappeared forever, and replaced by a whole piece of special metal material embedded in his face to connect his muscles and bones.

The iron-faced man and Mo Xingkui were obviously very familiar with each other. He didn't care, but just looked at his backpack lightly, then turned his eyes to Su Hao, and finally looked at Mo Xingkui and said in a muffled voice: "Old Mo, don't you stay in Konoha Town, what are you coming to me?"

Mo Xingkui reached out and grabbed the backpack, unbuttoned the buttons, while pretending to be mysterious: "I will bring you some new biological samples this time. I bet you will definitely be interested in them."

"Bio samples?"

The iron-faced man snorted coldly from his nostrils and sarcastically said disdainfully: "Every time you say that you brought me a surprise, but every time you are all ordinary and innocent garbage. It's not that I'm talking about you, this kind of trick is enough to play it once or twice. Every time I'm like this, I don't talk about aesthetic fatigue, even I feel bored."

"No, no, no, the things this time are definitely different." Mo Xingkui waved his hand quickly.

"Come on, come on less"

The iron-faced man's contemptuous expression did not change at all: "When did you not have such a line? Since you are not a professional actor, don't act deliberately in front of me. Let me guess, you have brought a bunch of rotten werewolf internal organs? Or the brain of a poor corpse? You always say that those things look special, but garbage is garbage. I warn you, it's better to throw away the messy things in your backpack by yourself while I'm not angry yet. I can drink with you at night, but it's impossible to cheat the bonus from me with worthless garbage."

Mo Xingkui felt embarrassed when he was defamed in front of Su Hao. He shook his head helplessly, took out the metal collection box containing the "baby" fragments from his backpack and placed it heavily in front of the iron-faced man.

"Open it yourself and see it. I didn't lie to you this time. This is definitely a brand new sample you have never seen before."

Although Mo Xingkui spoke loudly, the iron-faced man seemed half-believing and half-doubted. He frowned, put on gloves, and casually opened the observation hole on the top of the metal box. The moment his vision came into contact with the fragments of the "baby", a trace of surprise flashed deep in his eyes, and his expression became solemn.

He looked at it very carefully and very seriously.

After nearly two minutes, the expression of the iron-faced man had become extremely serious. He pressed the episte on the workbench beside him. Soon, three officers wearing the same style of training came over one after another.

"What's this?"

"It seems to be a split sample that has never appeared before. Its individual is very small and should still be in the juvenile stage."

"Cell grading tests are carried out immediately and check the results of gene components and chromosome analysis."

An officer put on gloves and carefully collected a little liquid from the metal box and stuffed it into a small analyzer located on the back of the workbench. A comparison chart appeared on the computer screen next to it, and the program automatically selected files from the stored information for judgment. The screen screen changed rapidly at about twenty frames per second, and the numbers in the red aperture in the lower right corner also started from "0", increasing percentage as the screen changed. About five minutes later, the automatic comparison program ended, and the aperture number had reached 100%, but the screen screen became blank, with a row of clear text displayed: "No matching object was found."

Sample testing is one of the basic tasks required by the Imperial Research Department. Such a small analyzer is installed in every military base of a regiment-level scale. No matter any sample, the search judgment can be completed in just a few minutes. If the entered comparison data is found, the sample will automatically be judged as invalid. If it is a new sample that has not been entered, the instrument will give such an answer. This also means that those who send biological samples can receive contributions and generous bounties.

The entire third floor suddenly became busy, and more and more soldiers flocked to the No. 7 workbench. A brand new sample means a dark species that has never been discovered. You should know that the war between the human empire and the dark world lasted for tens of thousands of years, and basically all dark species empires have relevant records. Of course, a brand new species does not mean that humans are completely unfamiliar with them. This is just the preliminary detection result of the biological analyzer on the samples. In the past few hundred years, humans have not discovered dark creatures with an unknown degree of 100%.

"Okay, I'll take back those words from before."

The iron-faced man glanced at the officer who was sending the sample into the genetic detector for the second analysis, then turned around, pressed the episte again, ordered a cup of coffee for Mo Xingkui and Su Hao, and said seriously and satisfiedly: "The test sample is similar to buying a lottery ticket. The biological sample you brought this time is very special and should be a brand new species. Next, we need to see how much the relevant information is. If it is less than 80%, then congratulations, you are really making a fortune this time."

A young soldier came over with coffee. Mo Xingkui picked up the cup, felt the warmth coming out through the wall of the cup, took a sip, pointed to the captain's badge on the iron-faced man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Hehehehehe": "I'll introduce it, my old friend, Zheng Han."

As he said that, Mo Xingkui patted Su Hao on the shoulder again and introduced to Zheng Han: "His name is Su Hao. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have a chance to stand here, but someone else came over and told you about my death."

The iron-faced man, Captain Zheng Han, suddenly became interested. He looked Su Hao up and down and asked, "Oh? This is the first time I heard you praise a young man in this tone. Tell me, what did he do that makes you feel amazing and great achievements?"

These words were obviously sarcastic. However, Su Hao could feel that the Imperial Army captain in front of him was not hostile to him, but was just a normal conversation with his old friend.

Mo Xingkui put down his coffee cup, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his abdomen that had been removed and his wounds were basically healed. This action seemed abrupt in the hall and attracted the attention of many soldiers standing in the workbench. Under the bright light, everyone saw that Mo Xingkui's abdomen and waist were covered with more than a dozen scars, just like terrifying black and red centipedes crawling on the surface of his flesh.

"The emperor is above, and he is still alive to this degree of serious injury?"

"It's incredible that his stomach almost rotted. Look at these wounds, it's no different from puzzles."

"I'm afraid even the medical officers in the division hospital are ruthless against wounds of this level. How did he do it?"

Zheng Han looked at Su Hao calmly, then looked at the wound on Mo Xingkui's body deeply, and said seriously: "Your luck is really good. If you die, I will avenge you. However, according to the current situation, you should be able to live a lot of life."

Mo Xingkui laughed softly: "How about it, let's have a drink together later?"

Zheng Han nodded: "No problem, I'll treat you."

At this moment, a second lieutenant sent the second test result he had just obtained to Zheng Han. His face was full of surprise and excitement: "The section chief is the highest level of unknown species. It is only 31% consistent with the data."

Even Zheng Han, who was calm in character, was startled by the results marked on the page and widened his eyes in surprise.

In the past 16,000 years, the human empire has never discovered a dark creature with a degree of consistency of "zero". This means that the human empire has recorded relevant information on all categories of dark creatures. However, there will always be differences in biological evolution. Just like the classification between reptiles, although crocodiles and lizards are reptiles, they are species with obvious differences in their living habits. The so-called "conformity" is just basic items such as appearance and genes. In addition, they are the branches of biological diseases caused by differences.

Zheng Han carefully examined the comparison data on the paper page, and a hint of vague excitement was mixed in his always calm tone: "As long as the degree of consistency is less than 95%, it is a major discovery. I have been in the Biological Laboratory Department for eleven years, and this is the first time I have seen a biological sample below 31%. This must be a mutant species that has not been discovered yet, and it is the highest level. Lao Mo, you really won the jackpot this time."

Mo Xingkui and Su Hao looked at each other, and saw shock and ecstasy in each other's eyes.

Su Hao never thought that killing a dark creature would get such a generous reward.

Mo Xingkui thought that the "baby" that occupied Wang Li's body was of research value, but he did not expect it to be so important. He has always been very concerned about collecting biological samples. If it weren't for his suggestion, Su Hao would not have thought of sending biological samples to the Imperial Army Inspection Department.

"Gudu" Mo Xingkui heard the sound of his throat swallowing.

Su Hao's mood quickly calmed down. He stared at Zheng Han and asked, "How much bounty can we get this time?"

"This is really hard to say."

Zheng Han thought about it and answered uncertainly: "According to the regulations, the biological samples you handed over this time belong to the highest "" level. But you have to understand that any biological samples with a judgment ratio of less than 50% belong to the category of "" level. I only have the qualifications to deal with the lowest level biological samples. This matter has exceeded my authority and must be reported to the highest research department of the empire immediately, and they will determine the final reward amount."

Mo Xingkui was very dissatisfied with this vague answer. He raised the volume of the question: "Okay, I'll change the way I ask. How many bonuses can we get at least?"

Zheng Han opened the drawer below the workbench, took out a bounty form, and pointed directly to the list at the top. There was a row of eye-catching black text: bounty of level biological sample, 200,000 imperial gold coins, and a contribution of 1,000.

Mo Xingkui pointed to the words "contribution" on the table and asked in a little clarity: "What does this mean?"

“This is the new reward rules that were just implemented last February.”

Zheng Han explained: "Literally speaking, contribution refers specifically to the contribution to the empire. This is the reward and compensation part that was approved after several main legion commanders discussed and submitted with the Supreme Court. You also know that many soldiers died in battle on the front line. Although they have pensions, they cannot meet the living needs of all families. The imperial finance department cannot provide more grants, so they can only settle for the second best, giving disabled and dead soldiers a certain amount of contribution. Their families and individuals can transform contribution into more practical aspects. For example, enjoy tax exemption time in personal operations, priority in work, and exemption policies for purchasing real estate, etc. In addition to these, you can also get official positions through contributions, or receive special benefits that some ordinary people cannot enjoy."

Mo Xingkui asked subconsciously: "What special benefits?"

“For example, criminal immunity.”

Zheng Han further explained: "According to the regulations, as long as you do not kill important figures in the empire, such as the commander level of the legion, or aristocrats above the king, and the contribution you have accumulated is enough to offset, then even if you kill an imperial duke, the Supreme Court will still exempt you from prosecution, and you are still a free person."

Mo Xingkui opened his eyes wide and asked in disbelief: "Damn this?"

Zheng Han looked at him meaningfully and nodded slowly: "The premise is that you must have enough contribution. Otherwise, no matter how many imperial citizens are killed, you will be put on the wanted list by the Imperial Police Department."

Su Hao joined the question: "So, how should this degree of contribution be obtained? Can we only hand over unauthenticated biological samples?"

Zheng Han's tense face showed a smile. To be precise, the half face that was not imprisoned by metal should have smiled.

"Of course not. There are many ways to obtain contributions. According to the relevant regulations published by the Legion Commander and the Supreme Court, no matter who does something beneficial to the empire, is recognized, or complies with the implementation rules, you can get a different amount of contribution. To give the simplest example: for example, a worker works in a factory and is an ordinary person of the lowest level. If he starts working diligently and seriously, without any bad deeds such as being late and leaving early, and has no accident records, then he can get five contributions when he retires."

Mo Xingkui continued to ask: "What can you do with five contribution points?"

Zheng Han glanced at the portable communicator on Mo Xingkui's wrist and reached out to ask for it. While connecting it with the computer information database on the workbench, he explained: "It's very useful. If you want to buy a house but don't have enough money, at this time, each contribution can offset the total house price of 5%. Five contributions means a quarter of the discount. If you want to use contributions for financial investment, with a maximum of one thousand gold coins, Imperial Bank can exchange each contribution for a deposit rate of 5% for one year. Of course, the premise is that your identity must pass the bank review and confirm that your income source is lower than the relevant provisions and there is no bad credit record. After all, once this kind of thing is controlled by the nobles, the result will be disastrous and the corps commanders initially advocated for the implementation of contribution."

"So that's how it is."

Mo Xingkui nodded thoughtfully: "For us, this is a good thing."

"Of course it's a good thing."

Zheng Han was extremely acknowledged with this statement: "For you, it is not difficult to strive for contribution. Just spend a lot of effort to kill dark creatures. Kill more, and the more the better."
Chapter completed!