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Chapter 560 - 298: S-Z1 Containment Entity, Mutant Fusion!

Chapter 560: Chapter 298: S-Z1 Containment Entity, Mutant Fusion!

The content of the camcorder was simple.

It showed a Canadian man coming out to camp with his dog, incidentally hoping to find some wild leaves to satisfy his cravings.

With the help of his dog, this wasn’t his first time doing this.

Brian knew because the guy bragged to the camera and a friend, probably planning to show the recording to his friend when he returned, like watching a documentary together.

Everyone likes to do this, not just Teacher Chen’s male and female artistic photography.

It was approximately at the spot where the camcorder had been left.

The man’s dog seemed to smell something and barked in the direction Brian was now in before it madly dashed over.

The man was caught off guard and tossed his backpack and camcorder aside, grabbing a gun to chase after it.

What followed was a freeze-frame.

Not much time passed.

Twenty-two minutes later, a humanoid flesh tumor monster, draped in tattered men’s clothing, ran back from the direction it had chased off towards, but it wasn’t as big or as deformed as what Brian had seen before; it still had a human-like appearance.

What happened to the guy later, resulting in the loss of his human form, was unknown.

Then... there was nothing.

The camcorder ran out of power without capturing any footage of the dog.

Judging from the scene, it seemed the dog had been skinned and eaten, but whether it was the man who had mutated and consumed it or the Canadian lynx was unknown—the latter being more likely since the former appeared to have lost his sense in the video and probably wouldn’t have skinned its food...

...

Brian crushed the camcorder and the memory card.

Based on the camcorder’s content, he was certain that the Canadian lynx had inadvertently opened the safety box and then some mysterious object had triggered the dog’s eagerness to chase after it from a kilometer away...

The dog’s reaction was actually very abnormal.

If it had smelled the lynx, it wouldn’t have chosen to chase directly but would have snarled a warning to alert the man of the danger.

Ordinary dogs couldn’t sense something a kilometer away.

Even Shi San would find it difficult to do so.

It could only track scents, but its sensory range wasn’t that exaggerated.

From this point of view, the box must also be problematic.

Mainly because Brian had buried it quite deeply and had even performed a scent elimination treatment, so it shouldn’t have been found so easily by a wild beast.

Too coincidental.

There was only one reason for this: a simple safety box couldn’t actually isolate the radiating influence of the artifact’s afterglow inside. There must have been other methods at the FBI base to affect the artifact...

This was good news.

Because it implied that the artifact inside the box was a genuine "Death and Destruction Plate" and not some low-quality imitation from Black Light Biotechnology Company.

Brian did a quick clean-up of the surroundings and made sure again that there were no people around before picking up the box.

After shaking off some dirt and filth that concealed it, he saw the inside of the oddly-shaped box for the first time.

Inside the box, it looked like a recessed containment box; the depression was an irregular plane, as if putting the plate in it would have a direct fixing effect.

Nothing here was particularly surprising.

What delighted Brian was that on the upper side of the box, there was a large imprint of letters:

Plate 3 of the Afterglow, 1/2, item number S-Z1: Death and Destruction Plate (Destruction).

Every 740 natural hours, S-Z1 would erupt in a mutated radiation storm, inducing self-destruction of living cells; the radiation requires at least a triple layer of specially made lead to isolate, otherwise the maximum range of hazardous radiation could reach ten kilometers.

The mutated radiation storm has a low probability of inducing evolution in living organisms before leading to self-destruction.

Warning:

This is not a joke!

Accumulated mutated radiation storms can change the nature of the containment box!

The box will automatically open at fixed times, releasing the accumulated energy of ’S-Z1’. If the containment box is lost outside, any human individual who discovers and opens the box, for the safety of all humanity, please close the containment box immediately and contact the FBI without delay!

This is not a joke!

Lastly, there was a global emergency number.

The warning content was likely the reason why there was such an imprint inside the box.

Of course, Brian didn’t know the specifics.

After all, in his view, official organizations of this country wouldn’t normally care about such dangers; if a real threat occurred, their more direct choice would probably be physical elimination and retrieval, which is why the official representation of the United States in many Hollywood disaster movies is so outlandish.

Because this is the public’s perception of the Federation’s government.

...

Below the pile of text at a slightly lower position, there was a complex physical timer.

Looking at the indicated time, it seemed to have completed a cycle and had restarted a 9-hour countdown.

The information inside the box was straightforward.

These details not only told Brian that this artifact was indeed one of the genuine twelve Plates of Afterglow but also that it was one with destructive radiation that could lead living cells to self-destruct. There was also a small chance of an effect that could lead to the evolution of biological cells and then their destruction.

Linked with the explanation inside the box and the timing device, the cause and effect of this incident were now clear:

The containment box had just been through the previous 780 hours.

Under the mechanism’s operation, it had automatically opened, releasing the accumulated radiation storm energy from inside the box.