"Congratulations, Yuri, you are not contaminated."
The heavy helmet was removed, and a somewhat dazzling light flooded into view, clearing away the darkness.
Yuri squinted his eyes and waited until he had fully adjusted before looking at the person in front of him—this was Hogney, sent from the rear to check for pollutants. He looked very amiable, always wearing a smile on his face, but this smile was quite out of place with the overall atmosphere of the camp.
After all, speaking broadly, Hogney was here to judge life and death.
To judge the life and death of this team.
Once their level of contamination was confirmed to be excessive, the outcome would be self-evident. So, normally, these pollution inspectors would have a team of elite troops with them, ostensibly to guard against the various unpredictable dangers of the Pollution Zone, but everyone knew what they really were for.
But this time, it was just Hogney alone.
