Fort St. Kat.
This is the coastline sixty nautical miles away from Proli Island. Most of the area is covered by beaches and jungles. Deep underground is hidden the newly built storage base of the International Inspectorate General.
A high-pressure, sealed vacuum warehouse made of 15-meter-thick lead plates and explosion-proof alloys.
Five years ago, when the evolution suddenly occurred, Shen Zhuo persuaded all countries to collect the evolution source in a blanket manner to prevent it from flowing into the civilian population, which led to a sharp increase in the number of evolvers. After effectively controlling the number of evolvers around the world, Shen Zhuo worked hard to persuade governments to destroy the evolution source, but there was no doubt that he hit a wall this time, because no ruler would give up this strategic weapon comparable to a nuclear warhead. In the end, they could only reach an agreement to build storage bases and store these meteorites according to the standards of first-level biological and chemical weapons.
The International Inspectorate has the largest number of evolution sources in the world. It had been sealed on a nuclear submarine before, but soon after, due to problems such as frequent shedding of the anechoic shell covering material, the submarine was almost hit by a precise attack by radical protection organizations many times.
It was not until last year that the General Administration finally had to change the storage method and built a new lead tank high-pressure warehouse in Fort St. Cathar.
It was already noon when Shen Zhuo and the base staff finished their initial inspection. They had originally planned to have a simple meal in the base cafeteria before continuing with the second part of the field survey in the afternoon. However, a ground staff member hurried over from the underground elevator and said respectfully:
"Inspector SHEN, Chief Nelson is here and waiting for you at the dock."
Shen Zhuo was wearing a white lab coat and goggles. Hearing this, he frowned slightly and asked, "What?"
"I'd like to invite you to lunch."
There was a huge luxury yacht parked at the dock. Shen Zhuo was familiar with it - the Fenrir, owned by the International General Agency, was 344 feet high and equipped with a helicopter landing platform. It could accommodate up to a hundred people.
Nelson has held several Christmas parties on this yacht, but Shen Zhuo has no interest in enjoyment without any profit-making purpose and has never participated in it. This is his first time here.
"Thank you for your hard work. Have you eaten yet?" Nelson walked over quickly and shook hands with Shen Zhuo. His expression was perfect and full of smiles. There was no trace of the strangeness left by the phone call in the morning. "I sneaked out of my schedule to come and see you. I will go back to the award ceremony after lunch."
"… "
Shen Zhuo felt a little confused, but he couldn't say anything in front of the guards. He smiled and shook hands with Nelson: "You don't have to do this. Didn't you meet the bishop of the Round Table for lunch today?"
"It has been rescheduled to the afternoon." Nelson stood in the sea breeze, his ice-blue eyes staring intently at Shen Zhuo, as if the whole world could only see his figure: "Even if I have a lot of things to do, I still want to make time to meet you."
Shen Zhuo knew Nelson very well—a male with strong possessiveness and profit-oriented. When such a person found that his territory was seriously challenged by another S-level male, he would immediately take action to confirm his position. Moreover, the bishop of the Round Table was just a passerby to Nelson, and it was completely natural for Nelson to change his route and have lunch with him.