1643, Infiltration (Part 1)
"We don't know whether your body shape and appearance have entered the database of the Galactic Republic Intelligence Department, but we have to make the worst judgment. Therefore, you need to become a completely different person."
"Of course, we will naturally recover you at the end of the mission." Nova walked into the spacecraft, putting aside the huge sniper rifle she was carrying on her back, and then pointed to the medical cabin in front of her.
James Bond did not hesitate and walked directly in. A doctor floated over with three medical robots, took him to the central operating area, and lay down on the operating platform.
"Relax, this surgery is not painful. I have formulated a complete plastic surgery plan for you, which will completely transform you into a different person. At the same time, there will be no irreversible plans. When the task is completed
After that, only another simple operation is needed to fully recover," the doctor said.
James Bond nodded and began to take off all his clothes.
At this time, Nova's voice came from outside, "To save time, I will now play you the information about your new identity. These messages will be directly implanted into your brain, but you still need to use them flexibly. Now follow my train of thought
Come: Your new name is Sunil Chhetri, a wealthy businessman from the planet Kuat..."
"You should know that I am not wearing any clothes right now, ma'am." James Bond said calmly.
"Do you think I should praise you?" Nova said with a hint of sarcasm.
"I mean, it's a pity that we don't know much about each other." James Bond smiled slightly.
"And I know a lot about you - since you first appeared in front of me." Nova said, "Don't forget, every ghost is an excellent telepath."
"I'm curious, what does my inner world look like to you?"
"Anyway...it's not something that makes me happy. Although it's not annoying at all."
The doctor's voice intervened, "Okay, we can start. First, I will inject filling material between your spines. After this filling material is fixed, the material will be exactly the same as the bones. This will change your height from
1.78 meters increased to 1.85 meters.”
With that said, the medical robot began to insert several needles directly into James' spine!
"Um...hiss...this is not the 'painless' you just said." James Bond held back the pain.
On the other hand, Nova explained regardless and played the holographic image for James, "Remember your identity, Sunil Chhetri, a Kwati man, 57 years old, born on the planet Kwati. Now in Duro
Planet has opened a company called Weir Industrial Processing Company, specializing in the production of tractor beam generators for engineering. The business has just started, and you are preparing to expand your business through some less legal ways... Then there are the details of life, your wife
yes……"
The doctor also continued his work with the cooperation of the medical robot, "Then shoulder width, arm length, foot model... You have a bad habit of walking with your left foot splayed, which is related to an injury in your early years.
It has something to do with it. So your foot model also needs to be adjusted according to this habit."
"The way the Kwati people speak in the capital area, they bite every word very hard, which means there is no ending sound at all. You can understand that the end of each word is a silent 'um' sound...
You need to get used to this way of speaking within 3 hours." Nova continued.
"Then for skin color, I will directly increase the melanin content in your skin to make your skin color exactly the same as that of the Kuati people. And your face shape also needs to be adjusted... My suggestion here is to make your face round.
a little……"
"Remember, you will provide the middleman with a batch of unregistered 500,000-ton tractor beams, and the price can be one-fifth of the market price."
"How to change the shape of your gums without destroying your bone structure... I happen to have the latest technology here. The latest product of Umbrella Pharmaceutical Group... Uh, what do you mean by that look?"
"Here are some professional items for industrial tractor beams. Remember, that person doesn't know much about the profession. You just need to make him think you are professional..."
…
A luxurious shuttle landed on the planet Bis in the core circle of the galaxy.
The cabin door opened, and a Qati man wearing a gorgeous robe came out. He looked to be in his fifties, tall, and his left foot moved slightly awkwardly when he walked. He looked like he was pigeon-toed. If no one mentioned it, he would not have been born.
No one can escape, this person is James Bond!
Behind him were two bodyguards, a man and a woman. The man was burly, black, and wearing sunglasses. He was the ghost agent Gabriel Tosh. The woman had her blond hair tied back and was dressed smartly.
She is professional, holding a personal terminal that stores various data in her hand, and looks like a secretary, so she is naturally the ghost agent Nova.
[Don’t alert others, now I find that some dark Jedi have begun to patrol.] Nova’s voice came from the minds of the other two people.
[The Galactic Republic is using the power of voodoo more and more. They don’t have the restrictions of the Jedi Order.] Tosh said.
"So you'd better clip your tail, Tosh. Your fragile nerves can't withstand a blow from a Jedi." Nova said coldly.
"Even now, there are not many Jedi who can hurt me." Tosh said.
"In short, if you really fall into it, no one will save you." Nova said.
"I would thank you very much if you would stop flirting in my head." James Bond sighed.
They came to the door of a bar that looked ordinary on the outside, but actually had an abnormal number of secret guards and bodyguards around it. James Bond took out a card with a credit ingot underneath and handed it to the doorman.
The guard put the credit ingot into his pocket without leaving a trace, picked up the card and scanned it. Sunil Chhetri's information appeared inside, and he nodded.
James Bond continued to walk in, and another doorman reached out to stop Nova and Tosh, but was roughly pushed aside by the burly Tosh and glared at him fiercely. Even through his sunglasses, that one
The guard also felt the chill as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Arriving at a small private room, a Bisi man with two bodyguards was waiting there.
[This person is not the middleman. First, you need to let the middleman show up. He may be related to the mysterious hyperspace device.] Nova said.
This chapter has been completed!