Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Lin Mo pulled his longsword from the headless radiated zombie, the green pus on the blade emitting white smoke under the blazing sun.

He flicked his sword and was about to continue toward the tunnel when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Hey buddy! Wait a minute!"

A short-haired man carrying a large knife strode after them. His trousers were riddled with holes from the pus of the exploding zombie, revealing swollen, red skin underneath. But he seemed unconcerned, grinning to show a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.

"My name is Zhao Gang, A-level strength type."

You chop zombies like they're firewood. Those few sword strikes you just made were fucking amazing!

Interested in teaming up with us?

Lin Mo glanced at him and shook her head:

"Thanks, but no need."

I'm used to being alone.

Before Zhao Gang could offer any further advice, another young man, as thin as a monkey, suddenly appeared from the side.

The person walked almost silently, moving as nimbly as a cat, and in the blink of an eye, he flashed from several meters away to Lin Mo's side.

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid Lin Mo would turn around and leave:

"Brother, my name is Monkey, B-class speed type."

Those sword strikes you just used were absolutely awesome!

Our team is all speed-type players, and our teamwork is incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless. The only thing we lack is someone who can clear the field head-on.

"If you come with us, we guarantee no one can get close to you!"

Lin Mo shook his head again.

Before the monkey could say anything more, another figure flanked it from the side.

This man had a scar running horizontally from his cheekbone to his chin. He walked at a leisurely pace and spoke at a measured speed, his attitude noticeably more polite than the previous two groups.

"My friend, I am Sun Yi, an S-class mutant. My team has taken on many missions in the safe zone, and the success rate has never been lower than 90%."

We've been observing you for a long time. Your sword speed, footwork coordination, and judgment of zombies' vital points are all unmatched by ordinary mutants.

I'd like to invite you to join us. We can discuss the terms. In fact, after the mission, if we obtain intermediate or even advanced potions, I can promise to give you two extra minor potions. How about that?

Lin Mo hesitated for a moment, but still refused.

After rejecting three groups of people in a row, the people around him finally stopped paying attention to this lone wolf.

Zhao Gang carried his broadsword back to his team, muttering, "That guy is damn arrogant."

The monkey jumped back to its group, shrugged, and muttered, "So what if you have good swordsmanship?"

Sun Yi didn't say anything, but glanced thoughtfully at Lin Mo's back, then gestured to his team members and continued advancing towards the main passage.

The main body of the nuclear warhead production base is a mountain that has been hollowed out. From Lin Mo's position, he can see a huge tunnel entrance at the foot of the mountain. The dark tunnel entrance is like the mouth of a giant beast, and zombies with green glows keep pouring out of it.

According to the information marked on the map, the uranium enrichment centrifuges are located in the core production area deep within the base, at least several kilometers away from the tunnel entrance.

As the group ventured deeper into the mountain through the tunnel, a strange feeling gradually enveloped them all.

It felt like something was drilling into my skin, like countless tiny needles piercing my pores at the same time, or like I was being wrapped in an invisible membrane. Every breath was more difficult than before.

Someone raised the radiation detector on their wrist and glanced at it; their expression instantly changed.

The detector's screen displayed alarming numbers, and the pointer had long since crossed the yellow warning zone, now firmly fixed at the top of the red zone, emitting a series of rapid beeps.

The owner of the detector cursed, saying that this was no small leak, but an off-the-charts level of radiation, almost like being directly immersed in a nuclear waste pool.

Dr. Qin and his gang are really good at fooling people.

As the radiation index continued to rise, some people began to choose to withdraw.

The first to leave were a few weaker C-level mutants. They felt that the cells in their bodies had begun to show signs of mutation under the continuous erosion of radiation, and if they continued to go, the damage caused by radiation would be irreversible.

Then several other B-level mutants who were initially full of confidence also stopped and, after gritting their teeth and weighing their options, chose to return the way they came.

Intermediate gene-enhancing drugs are tempting, but life is more important.

Radiation isn't something you can just withstand by taking a knife; it can remain in the body for years or even decades, and if it leaves lasting effects, it's devastating.

Lin Mo didn't have much concern about this.

The radiation did have an effect on him; he could feel the needle-like stinging sensation penetrating from the surface of his skin all the way to the depths of his meridians. However, after his internal energy, which was at the eighth level of the acquired realm, circulated throughout his body, the cells damaged by the radiation were repaired by his internal energy.

Compared to those mutants who can only rely on their mutated physique to tough it out, his recovery ability is much stronger.

When they came to a fork in the road, the main force chose to continue along the main road.

That passage leads directly to the core production plant area, where the nanocentrifuges are located.

Lin Mo stopped at the fork in the road, looked down at the map, and then turned and walked into another passage.

This passage, marked as W-7 on the map, leads to a nuclear weapons depot.

Centrifuges are important, but for him, nuclear warheads are what he wants even more.

This passage was much narrower than the main passage. Every few steps along the walls on both sides, there was an emergency light that had long since gone out. Several long-dried skeletons were scattered on the ground, wearing hazmat suits and with their helmet visors shattered.

The radiation in the air felt stronger, and the pricking pain was even more intense than before.

Lin Mo used his lightness skill, and his speed suddenly increased.

At the end of the passage, a heavy blast door stood ajar, a dim green light emanating from the crack, illuminating the faded metal plaque on the door frame.

"Nuclear weapons depot".

Lin Mo squeezed past the half-open blast door, and the outline of the nuclear warhead warehouse gradually appeared in the dim green light of the emergency lights.

The warehouse was much larger than he had imagined, covering several hundred square meters with a ceiling height of over ten meters, and the crane tracks on the dome were rusty.

Rows of metal shelves were piled high with dusty lead-sealed containers and warheads, each casing bearing a prominent trefoil radiation warning sign and a faded serial number plate.