Chapter 857 Leaving

Freya led Blogo forward in the void block with a mysterious look on her face, turning left and right. Just when Blogo could hardly remember the road, she led Blogo to a safe door.

"This is it," said Freya, "This is a rare, truly safe area."

After that, Freya opened the safe door, and a standard staff dormitory appeared in front of Blogo.

Back to her own nest, Freya was obviously much more relaxed. She put down the heavy supplies, classified them by category, and then made careful calculations in the account book. In order to live longer, Freya made precise control of her daily food intake.

"Can I take a look?" Blogo asked.

"Please feel free," Freya then instructed, "Don't open the innermost room, I haven't cleaned the house."

Blogo looked around here. The space here is quite spacious. It seems that the space of several staff dormitories overlaps together. The layout of the room is very strange.

Freya made this place like a warehouse. Many rooms were filled with cartons, and neat shelves were filled with various necessities of life. Bologo also noticed that a room was full of various uniforms. Through the disguise of appearance, she could avoid the vigilance of the staff. For Freya, these different uniforms were passes to various areas.

In addition, Freya also had a special arsenal filled with standard weapons of the Order Bureau and some alchemical weapons. However, because she was a first-stage condenser with a small amount of ether reserves, and the staff were immortal, most of the alchemical weapons were useless to her.

Bologo walked through the corridor and came to a very large living room, which was filled with long tables and whiteboards. Bologo saw the scribbled map drawn by Freya and the notes added next to it from the messy papers.

On the wall of the living room, several whiteboards were pieced together, with maps collected by Freya posted on them. She then cut the maps into pieces and pieced them together again according to the degree of space distortion, turning them into a rough map of the ruins area today.

Different version numbers were marked on the broken map. The ruins area was constantly distorting and changing, and Freya's map was also updated accordingly.

Blogo folded his arms and admired all this. Freya did better than he thought, and could even be called professional.

If the inverted world had not affected Freya's cognition, perhaps she would have escaped with her own ability.

Blogo couldn't help but doubt Freya's true identity. You know, the first person that Blogo could think of who could implant the alchemy matrix early and come to the Order Bureau for internship was the mysterious founding family.

Except for Palmer, who was extremely high-profile because of his bad luck, the members of the founding family did not have much presence in the Order Bureau, or even almost nothing, but in fact they had never been away from the Order Bureau and had been silently working in this terrifying violent agency.

Blogo took out the list of secondary targets from his arms, and compared the information on it with the information on the map one by one. Soon Blogo searched for the locations of several secondary targets.

As for the main goal, the safe passage to the Holy City, Freya did not record it on her map.

The reason is very simple. The main goal is located in the fallen internment zone. Before the ruins zone lost control, the internment zone was an extremely dangerous place. Now everything is in chaos, and those deadly internment may have escaped from the cage.

With Freya's ability, stepping into the internment zone is no different from committing suicide. She also understands this. In the years of struggling in the ruins zone, she has almost figured out other areas and has never touched the internment zone.

"Alas."

Berogo sighed helplessly. The most difficult problem still depends on himself in the end.

Fortunately, this time Berogo did not gain nothing. In the corner of the broken map, Freya wrote a series of dense notes.

"This place is very strange. It has never been marked on the map, and the staff have never stepped into it. This should be a secret building. I tried all the existing permissions, but I couldn't step into it."

Berogo picked up the secondary target list and repeatedly compared the map information. Finally, he confirmed that this should be the secret laboratory he was looking for.

It was originally hidden near the Forge Volcano, but the dislocation and distortion of space exposed it one day. Fortunately, the security system is still running and no one has stepped into it so far.

"Level of authority."

Berogo muttered and found them on another table.

There were action group badges one after another, some repeated and some different. For many people, this is just a sign to distinguish the action group, but in fact, it also comes with the authority of the reclamation room.

They were placed here like badge souvenirs in a museum. Berogo picked them up and found a slightly unfamiliar one.

"The second group, the Blade of the Order."

Berogo recognized this badge. This is the second group of badges that were disbanded after the secret war. Now this kind of thing has disappeared in the Order Bureau.

Taking note of this item, Bolog prepared to negotiate with Freya later, hoping to bring it back to Levius and Geoffrey.

In addition to the badges of the action team, there are also work cards of different departments and employees, which also have different levels of authority. Judging from the different names and photos on the work cards, these should all be collected by Freya over the years.

She should be looking forward to picking up a high-level permission card, so that most areas of the ruins will be open to her. The premise is that the staff will not find any abnormalities.

"What are your plans next?" Freya's voice sounded.

She walked over from the corridor, holding another can of meat in her hand, and asked while shoveling a piece of meat into her mouth.

Borlogo saw a lot of similar empty cans in the trash can. She has been eating these reserve supplies for many years. Thinking about the taste, Borlogo sympathized with Freya's experience.

Borlogo said, "I'm looking for a safe passage, but it is located in the containment area. I don't think you have any relevant information."

"Containment area?"

Freya became extremely nervous when she heard this word. Obviously, the containment area left an indelible impression on her, so that she had never set foot in it for so many years.

"You want to go to that damn place?" Freya asked.

"My goal is there, but don't worry, I won't force you to go with me. When I get out, I will find a way to pick you up." Borlogo promised Freya.

"But I need you to help me find this." Blogo pointed to the location of the suspected secret experiment.

Freya looked at the location Blogo pointed to and shook her head, "No, I've been to this place. It requires a very high level of authority. We can't get in at all."

"It's okay," Blogo said confidently, "I have enough authority."

Freya hesitated for a moment, and then chose to trust Blogo.

The person with the power, the undead, and the leader of the action team, went deep into the ruins alone, and escaped from the hands of the security staff.

Blogo's various things told Freya his professionalism and reliability. Moreover, now there are fewer and fewer survival supplies. Freya is just dying slowly. In addition to believing in the evil spirit in front of her, she has no other way.

"Okay, but I have to prepare first."

Freya cheered up, "Maybe I can escape this time? Or... die."

As she spoke, she prepared the things needed for the action, and at the same time, she did not forget to take a few bites of canned meat to fill her hungry stomach.

"I've had enough of this hellhole. If I stay any longer... I'll have some suicidal tendencies from time to time."

Freya and Blogo had similar experiences, but unlike Blogo, Freya was not an immortal. She was under the threat of death every moment. Alone.

Freya spoke faster and faster, "This is an opportunity, an opportunity to change my life. I want to leave here, I want to leave here."

She kept repeating as if she was possessed.

"I want to leave here, I want to leave here..."