But the effect is not particularly ideal, because the soldiers responsible for cleaning occasionally mutate.
It caused the troops themselves to be in panic, looking at their teammates with eyes full of unease and vigilance.
After all, no one knows when the companions beside them will suddenly go crazy.
This anxiety and fear linger in their hearts, just like an inescapable haze.
Inside the Star Guiding Space Station Command Room.
An old man in a dark blue military uniform walked in with a group of subordinates.
"What's the situation now?"
"Commander Martinwa, the situation is not very optimistic, the unrest is still ongoing. Because it's unclear who the mutated people are, we're very passive, often just calming an area and rescuing passengers there, only to have new mutated people emerge the next second among the rescued passengers. Additionally, there are also problems within our Guard Team."
"Damn it!"
Martinwa cursed through gritted teeth.
