The endless rainstorm poured down on the lake, causing countless ripples. The strong wind made the lake undulate like the sea. Lightning flashed across, lighting up the sky for a moment, and thunder sounded from time to time, deafening.
Compared with the city, the storm here is more violent, so violent that even the bravest person will feel scared.
On the shore of the lake, there are several tall buildings, which look like factories. A group of people wearing uniform black combat uniforms are stationed in the gatehouse, each doing their own work in silence.
They could have chosen to go deep into the factory. After all, the water was almost filling the gatehouse at this moment. They relied on a few sandbags blocking the door to resist the water flow, but this would not last long.
Now the accumulated water will flow into the lake along the terrain, but in a few days, the lake water will rise, which will not be stopped by a few sandbags.
The oldest person in the room was about forty years old and had a beard. He put down his pen, finished writing the report, and looked at another younger woman: "When will the company's support arrive?"
The lady shook her head: "I don't know. They said they have sent representatives to find experts."
"In three days, the lake will rise and we will have to evacuate."
"I know, I've urged them too." The lady sighed, "But, captain, you also know that with this weather... I'm afraid not many people are willing to come out to take jobs, let alone jobs outside the city."
The captain didn't say much and silently capped his pen. However, the young man on the other side smiled: "In the final analysis, the company is still unwilling to spend more money. If they are willing to pay 1,000 pounds, I'm sure someone will rush to sign up."
"Then it's not the company we know well." The lady shook her head.
The young man made an exaggerated gesture to express his disappointment, then stood up and used a stick to drive out a snake that tried to break into the room.
The room fell into silence again, but after a few minutes, the telegraph machine at the lady's hand responded.
"News from the company."
Everyone was in high spirits. The lady controlled the telegraph machine and typed out the message: "Professionals have been found and are expected to arrive tonight."
"night?"
The captain frowned tightly. It was a good thing to seize the time, but...
Night is also the time when the monster is active.
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When Leon heard the knock on the door, he thought he was hallucinating.
After turning off the water and waiting for a moment, he heard the knock on the door again, and then he was sure that he heard it correctly.
I hurried downstairs and opened the door. Outside was a man wearing a poncho and holding a long-handled umbrella. He wore water-stained gold glasses. His messy hair could barely be seen to have been meticulously combed and waxed.
There are traces of it, and a neat but slightly damp formal suit can be seen inside the poncho.
Throwing away the poncho and umbrella, this person was dressed like the insurance salespeople Liang had seen in his previous life. But to sell insurance in this weather, it definitely cannot be described as dedicated. Even if he is a street boy selling newspapers, these people
Tian also chose to "go out of business".
"Hello." The other party showed a businesslike smile, but the words "I am a salesperson" were barely written on his face.
Leon: "No insurance, thank you."
"..." The other party did not expect Leon to say this, and the smile on his face froze a bit, but he continued, "Is Mr. Noyes here? I have a task for you."
"Ah, sorry, please come in."
Leon realized that the other person was not a seller but a buyer, and he felt like welcoming the man into the door.
After staying with Wei Yin for a long time, his mind seemed to have become a little strange... When the man took off his raincoat, Liang was thinking wildly.
"Someone is coming."
Wein's lazy voice came, and Liang looked up and saw this guy walking downstairs casually, pulling on his wrinkled shirt and letting his slippers hit the wooden stairs, making a "pattering" sound.
It is in sharp contrast to the man who takes off his poncho to reveal a neatly dressed man.
"You are Mr. Noyes, right? I've read about you in the newspaper." The man walked up quickly and greeted him eagerly.
Wei Yin moved to the sofa and pointed to his handsome face that could make a living: "Is it because my face is not recognizable enough, or the newspaper you read did not put the person's name under the photo, or the photo is too low pixels.
?”
"Well……"
The man didn't know how to respond to Wein's words for a moment, but Leon understood the meaning behind Wein's words - the mocking man's phrase "You are Mr. Noyes, right" was nonsense.
Yes, there is still a sense of incomprehensible ridicule, it is obvious that they just said a polite greeting...
The man also sat down and glanced at Wein uneasily a few more times. Liang understood him. Anyone else who had been criticized for no reason would probably have some doubts about life.
"Mr. Noyes, it's like this. I have a commission here from..."
"'Theseus Life', right." Wein pointed to the man's sleeves, "You have the company logo on your cufflinks."
"Yes, I am the representative of Theseus, George Henderson."
"Theseus Life", Leon has also seen relevant information about this company these days. It is a pharmaceutical company that studies bioscience. It is famous throughout the United Empire along with "Colossus Industries" and "Constant Technology".