"Let's go, lucky boy, it's the last test. As long as you are a normal person, you should be able to pass it." The craftsman said with a relaxed look.
When he heard about normal human beings, Chu Jungui felt a little guilty.
The craftsman led Chu Jungui out of the small building and walked to a four-story building next to it. This building was also dilapidated, but at least it didn't look like a warehouse.
While walking on the road, Chu Jungui asked: "Can I ask what these tests are for?"
"You'll know when the time comes. It's a good thing anyway!"
Thinking of Lin Xi's words, 'You will know how to calm my anger when the time comes', Chu Jungui felt that what was waiting for him was not a good thing.
The craftsman brought Chu Jungui into a laboratory and said to a woman busy in front of the experimental table: "Sister Mei, we need to test this kid's immune system."
The woman turned around, glanced at Chu Jungui indifferently, then took out a medicine box, took out a few medicines from it, mixed them into a tube of dark green medicine, put it into the syringe, then installed a thick needle, and walked towards Chu
Your return.
"Tie this kid to the chair over there and tie him tightly!" Sister Mei ordered.
The craftsman dragged Chu Jungui, pressed him onto an iron chair, and used a belt buckle to lock his hands on the armrests. Chu Jungui felt something was wrong, and tried to move his body. The chair vibrated, but
There was no shaking. It turned out that the four legs of the chair were welded to the ground.
Chu Jungui settled down. The strength of this chair is not high. When needed, he can pull the chair directly from the ground, break the belt, and regain freedom.
Seeing that Chu Jungui was very cooperative, the craftsman praised him, "Smart boy."
Sister Mei came over and waved the needle in front of Chu Jungui. Chu Jungui suddenly lost his composure, his face turned pale, and he leaned back involuntarily, trying to get farther away from the needle.
"Don't be afraid, little one. It's just a little pain and you won't pass out. How about I change your needle to a larger size?"
As she spoke, she lifted up Chu Jungui's sleeves and exposed her upper arms.
Chu Jungui resisted the urge to escape. He was afraid, not because of how thick the needle was, but because the scan revealed that the tube of dark green disgusting liquid contained countless microorganisms, and there were at least a dozen types!
This kind of thing needs to be injected into his body?
Sister Mei didn't give Chu Jungui time to think, she directly inserted the needle into his arm muscle and then raised it.
The craftsman's face twitched when he saw it, while Chu Jungui frowned slightly. This injection was very painful, especially the last one, which touched an unknown nerve. The pain was as if it had been poured on someone.
Same as hot oil.
When the pain was so intense that it affected his ability to move, Chu Jungui lowered his pain sensation and endured it as if nothing had happened.
Fortunately, Sister Mei did not torture him any more and pulled the needle. It turned out that she was not doing injections, but drawing blood. After drawing half of the blood, Sister Mei held the needle in her hand, shook it a few times, and then placed it horizontally in front of her eyes.
The dark green liquid in the needle tube quickly lost its color and turned into a very turbid gray-white color in the blink of an eye.
Chu Jungui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the microorganisms in the medicinal solution were not very powerful, and they were all cleaned up by the immune cells in his blood in a short period of time.
Sister Mei looked very satisfied and said, "This guy has good willpower and passed the test."
Willpower?
Chu Jungui felt something was wrong. Shouldn't his immune function be tested this time?
The craftsman unbuckled his belt, patted him and said, "Let's go, boy, congratulations, you passed the test."
Chu Jungui was a little confused, but it should be a good thing to pass the test. He said goodbye to Sister Mei and followed the craftsman out of the small building.
The two returned to the craftsman's office. The craftsman was busy on the old-fashioned terminal for a while. He flicked a virtual card into Chu Jungui's hand and said: "This is your license to participate in the year-end performance of Winter Hunting. It will be automatically loaded into
In your identity chip. Also, didn’t you buy a legion-level battlefield scanner? That thing is very useful, but it’s a bit bulky and consumes a lot of energy. Bring it over tomorrow and I’ll modify it for you.”
Chu Jungui nodded.
"Okay, then it's okay. Finally, I want to congratulate you, kid."
"Well, can I ask what winter hunting is?"
"You'll know then."
The craftsman did not intend to say too much and sent Chu Jungui out.
The whole test process was a bit inexplicable, but the part that was suspected of being a Turing test made Chu Jungui a little uneasy. Fortunately, the old man didn't seem to be very serious, so he passed the test in a muddle.
After Chu Jungui left, the craftsman, professor and Sister Mei gathered together and looked at the continuous output of reports on the light screen. When the report summary was completed, the three of them looked at each other.
The professor said: "I didn't expect that this stupid guy could be a super soldier."
"Can adapt to various living environments."
“How should I write my suggestion?”
"Send it for experiments?" Sister Mei suggested.
The craftsmen and professors just pretended not to hear.
Returning to the apartment, Chu Jungui found the battlefield scanner with a look of pain on his face. This thing required level 7 permissions and cost a total of five hundred thousand. The craftsman didn't look like he had the ability to optimize such high-end goods. But
He was Lin Xi's man. For the sake of livelihood, Chu Jungui could only bear the pain and send the scanner over.
At this time, there was a knock on the door of the apartment. Chu Jungui opened the door and saw Fang Yu and Qin Yi standing outside the door carrying two large boxes.
Chu Jungui opened the door, and the two of them carried the boxes into the house. They threw the two big boxes on the ground with two loud noises.
"What's this?"
Fang Yu patted Chu Jungui hard on the shoulder and said, "You are rich!"
"Where is it?" Chu Jungui suddenly remembered the gambling money he had just lost.
Fang Yu pointed to the box on the ground and said, "Open it and take a look."
Chu Jungui unpacked the box and pressed the switch on the box lid. The box opened automatically, extending out a armor rack with a complete set of armor on it. The armor was mainly made of light alloy, supplemented by a large number of composite materials.
Fiber material, light and strong. The main tone of this armor is white and gray. It was originally very elegant and plain, but now almost every larger armor piece is covered with colorful textures, which completely destroys all the beauty.
Chu Jungui took a quick look and found that those stickers were about things like 'Wanxing Bank', 'Ion Manufacturing', 'Black Hole Factory' and the like.
"Is this an advertisement?" Chu Jungui had already experienced it once.
"Yes. As long as you wear this suit of armor as a blue player in the future, you can receive a large amount of advertising fees. How about it? It's a good deal, right?"
"There are more here." Qin Yi also opened his box, and a set of black-based battle armor also appeared. The originally cool battle armor was also hideously posted.
On the stickers are things like "Galaxy Explosion Entertainment", "Time and Space Entertainment", etc., and the tone is louder than the other set.
Qin Yi patted this colorful armor and said, "How do you like it? Does it look good?"
Based on the aesthetics of the experimental bodies, I can't tell how good-looking these two sets of armors are, and they look almost the same after being cleaned.
Fang Yu said: "Wear mine on days 1, 3, and 5, wear his on days 2, 4, and 6, and wear one in the morning and afternoon on the seventh day. As long as you appear 20 times, you will have 1 million advertising fees!"
In Chu Jungui's eyes, the appearance of the two sets of armors suddenly rose sharply.
"Five hundred thousand in advance!" Qin Yi added a heavy weight.
"Just sign and transfer money on the spot!" Fang Yu made a last-ditch attack.
Chu Jungui sighed, knowing that he could not refuse the two armors that exuded soft golden light.
"I..." Before the word "promise" was uttered, a message came from Chu Jungui's personal terminal, "Due to force majeure, the contract is terminated.--Hu."
Chu Jungui read this short sentence countless times before he realized that he could no longer be a member of the Blue Army?