The Power of Technology

As soon as he went down, the smell of decay and foul odor assailed his nostrils.

He Mu pulled down his mask and began to observe the front.

The passage in front of him was more than one person high, and the walls of the passage were covered with moss and some blackened garbage.

The overall visibility of the passage was about three meters deep. In the dark depths, the sound of water dripping echoed and a sense of eeriness faintly permeated the air.

Small-sized sewer monsters with good eyesight thrived in such an environment.

He Mu's combat power was far beyond these general sewer monsters, but he didn't dare to be careless.

It wasn't that there would be any great danger, but the sewer monsters were contaminated with a variety of viruses and bacteria.

If he were scratched by them, he would have to take seven or eight vaccines, which would waste too much time for him.

Just as he was about to explore deeper, the voice of the lead worker above suddenly rang out in his headset.

"Brother, I forgot to tell you. We borrowed that protective suit of yours from the Special Operations Unit. It has many features! It isn't the protective suit we usually wear!"

"Features?"

He Mu asked.

"Yes…"

…

A minute later, He Mu was speechless after listening to the features.

Not only that, but he also felt a little disappointed and frustrated. Ordinary people could wear this protective suit and carry a casual weapon to deal with these ordinary sewer monsters, so why did they ask for a Red Mist Fighter?

Sigh… Uncle Li still looks out for me a lot.

Giving a gentle sigh, He Mu stretched out his hand and fiddled his mask a little.

At the next second, the scene in front of him changed.

The dark and gloomy pipeline turned into a staggered red and green scene.

Yes, the mask had night vision, as well as a thermal imaging function. This was only the most basic function of the Special Operations Unit's protective gears.

If there was a need, one could change to a more advanced mask with an air valve that would keep out the odor.

The scene in front of him changed, and the horrible atmosphere instantly disappeared. He Mu slowly walked toward the depths of the sewer.

The soles of the protective shoes were extremely soft. Even if he stepped on water, as long as he didn't use too much force, the sound would be extremely small.

Just like this, He Mu walked along the pipe for about two minutes.

Dozens of meters ahead of him appeared a red rat-shaped silhouette half the size of a human. It held and gnawed onto something, letting out a soft chewing sound.

At that moment, the rat-shaped silhouette seemed to have noticed He Mu. It immediately put down the thing in its hands and looked over toward He Mu.

Before He Mu identified it, the voice of the worker above sounded in the headset.

"Brother, according to the computer analysis, this is a black-haired rat. Judging from its size, it has a combat power of between two and three. This monster has excellent night vision, flexible movements, sharp claws, and contains at least two or three dozen viruses… The computer suggests that you…"

He Mu listened to these suggestions and instantly felt deflated.

He certainly knew what a black-haired rat was.

When he was a child, a black-haired rat came into his home. And it was killed by his big brother.

The black-haired rat was a little smaller than this one. When he learned that this was a black-haired rat, he thought that he could suppress his strength and exchange a few blows to gain combat experience.

But since the workers had made a suggestion, it was better to comply with it. After all, the opportunity to wear this protective suit was also very rare.

But if he followed the suggestion, he almost wouldn't exert any strength.

Shaking his head, He Mu didn't delay any longer. He reached out his hand to open a valve on the protective suit.

Ssss…

Air released from the valve in a hissing sound. A large amount of white smoke from the protective suit sprayed out. In just more than 10 seconds, the passage dozens of meters ahead was completely covered in white smoke.

Visibility also decreased from three meters to 10 centimeters.

This smoke was called "ambient fog". After spraying it, the temperature would be consistent with the surrounding air in a few seconds.

The next step was simple. He Mu's mask had a thermal-imaging function. The black-haired rat was still in his line of sight without any change.

On the contrary, that black-haired rat panicked because of the loss of vision.

"I don't need to use one, do I? It's a few hundred yuan apiece."

Looking at the black-haired rat in the distance, He Mu touched his waist and felt a row of orbs.

The orb was called a "noise bomb". It could tune out different frequencies of sound according to different monsters.

As for the purpose, it was apparently used to be thrown out to interfere with the monsters' hearing.

Will it interfere with mine?

No, because the headset had the noise-reduction feature. With some adjustment, he could block the sound of the specified frequency.

The ambient fog plus noise bomb was a good tool to deal with monsters in a narrow environment.

If one were to use them together, the sewers would instantly change from a monster's to a human's home turf.

This was the power of technology.

To save money, He Mu didn't use the noise bomb, but just walked directly towards the black-haired rat.

The black-haired rat pricked up its ears and began to listen closely.

Half a minute later, the black-haired rat seemed to hear a special sound. It instantly widened its pair of scarlet eyes and subconsciously backed up.

But at that moment, a fist had already reached above it.

Bang!

A strong punch!

The black-haired rat was killed instantly under the heavy blow.

…

Boring.

He Mu withdrew his fist and opened a certain valve of the protective suit again.

Ssss!

It was the sound of air being sucked, and the ambient fog was recovered as much as possible.

When the surrounding area returned to normal, He Mu closed the special function of the mask by hand.

The sewer was still the same, but the black-haired rat had perished at his feet.

Picking up the corpse of the black-haired rat, He Mu frowned at the rotting flesh that had been chewed on the ground, turned around, and walked towards the outside.

At that moment, he heard the somewhat excited voice of the worker above from the headset.

"Brother, that punch was clean and sharp!"

"Heh."

…

Two minutes later, He Mu returned to the ground, and took off the protective suit.

He had to admit that this protective suit's material was extremely special. Its vast majority was smooth as if there was a layer of oil on its surface. Even if the black-haired rat jumped to his face, he could swing it away casually.

So, why was there a need to send a Red Mist Fighter over?

If a member of the Special Operations Unit came with a gun, the results would definitely be more effective than his.

"Tsk, tsk, such a big black-haired rat is really rare. Brother, we'll pack it for you."

The three workers stared at the black-haired rat's corpse and gleefully said. They took out a large and black special plastic bag from the small pickup truck, as well as a piece of equipment.

A minute later, the black-haired rat was vacuum sealed in that large plastic bag.

"Hey, this black-haired rat may seem to only be half the size of a human, but its weight is about 170 to 180 pounds!"

One worker weighed it with gloves on.

The other two workers smiled and said, "Brother, why don't we transport it to the Red Mist Alliance for you?"

"Ahem, it's fine, I'll do it myself. You guys go about your business."

He Mu coughed lightly, lifted the vacuum plastic bag with one hand, and threw it over his shoulder.

He had no choice. If he were to make them send this monster over to the Red Mist Alliance, he wouldn't have a peace of mind getting the city contribution value.

"All right then, goodbye!"

"Goodbye…"

…

"Young people nowadays sure can bear hardship…"

"They are the backbone of our country…"

Listening to the three workers talking behind him, He Mu unknowingly accelerated his pace.

Only a quarter of an hour had passed since he got here.