"Dr. Wu, we don't want to hurt your life or the lives of others, please don't resist needlessly." Tenasi Geller warned in a low voice, and then flattened the muzzle of the submachine gun.
He is the on-site commander-in-chief of this operation, and he is also the last generation of the former federal super soldier program. He is sixty-two years old this year, but thanks to the transformation of the biochemical serum, he looks no different from when he was thirty.
"Geller, don't forget that the stabilizer serum you are using now was made by me." Wu Qianying gave up her resistance after seeing Geller's face clearly.
Her mentor in college was the leader of the super soldier project. That project cost billions of federal dollars and drained the youth of dozens of experts in the biological field, but the final result was a new generation of exoskeleton armor.
Vulnerable in front of him.
The entire super soldier program has undergone three batches of human trials. The first generation produced almost no usable results. Although the second generation obtained relatively ideal reinforced soldiers, all surviving subjects appeared within six months to one year.
Complications culminated in death.
The most successful third generation, with a total of fifty recipients, reduced the mortality rate to 24%, which is a completely acceptable result in the eyes of the military.
However, the Military Technology Group immediately came up with a new generation of exoskeleton armor products, which completely crushed the results of the Super Soldier Project in terms of cost and actual combat effectiveness.
Compared with exoskeleton equipment that costs 1.5 million each and whose subsequent cost will continue to decrease as production capacity increases, super soldiers that can only be synthesized in a laboratory and still require a large amount of expensive stabilizers to maintain their condition become
It has become useless.
Taking Tenacy Geller as an example, his annual expenditure on stabilizers is approximately equal to the maintenance cost of a fighter jet.
Soon the entire project was disbanded, and the thirty-eight 'super soldiers' were also treated as garbage and dispersed to different departments to use their remaining energy. New Biquge
Tenasi Geller was one of the good ones. During the first corporate war, he and several of his team members worked for the Federal Intelligence Agency and were considered the backbone of the action team.
During the second corporate war, Geller gave up his former allegiance and jumped directly to a company. Over the next twenty years, he went around and around and was hired by the Lazarus Group with fewer and fewer team members.
Wu Qianying, who is very familiar with the entire super soldier project, naturally became the new 'pharmacist' of this team. Wu Qianying's version of the gene stabilizer is 60% cheaper than the one her teacher once made.
Tenasi Geller's team was actually the predecessor of Tangji's debt team, but their later work focused on internal protection.
Her experience in this project supported Wu Qianying's ability to use targeted medication when Tang Anran developed various symptoms.
"Sorry, doctor, we are following orders." Tenacy Geller took away Wu Qianying's scrapped gun and put a restraint ring on her.
Perhaps out of gratitude to Wu Qianying, Tenasi Geller turned off the microphone and added in a low voice: "The order comes from the Lazarus Group."
As an action team captain who has been in the Intelligence Bureau for more than ten years, Tenasi Geller has a somewhat strategic level. He has realized that the top management of the Lazarus Group has undergone a major change not long ago. This is obviously not the case.
Normal acquisition operations.
Wu Qianying kept silent. She had not had many contacts with these soldiers of the Super Soldier Project, and most of them were to collect biological samples. But even so, she was the one who knew this group of people best in the world.
There are sixteen members of Tenasi Geller and his team, which are basically all the super soldiers who are still alive. Wu Qianying knows how fast they can run, how long they can run, how fast they heal, and how strong their muscles are.
powerful.
Without the emergence of superhuman beings, these people can be said to have expanded the physical limits of human beings, and they have been fighting for decades with guns in their hands. They are human weapons in the true sense.
Resistance is meaningless, and even Motoki Ryunosuke's [Peaceful Land] has extremely limited impact on them. These people have long been accustomed to war and fighting, and what drives them forward is survival instinct, not emotion.
"Control other people and be polite." Tenasi Geller warned, not only because this is the employer's requirement, but also out of respect for Dr. Wu.
His team members quickly put Aria, Foreman and Motoki Ryunosuke into restraint rings. Wu Qianying just sighed lightly.
She originally planned to delay as much time as possible. Just in case, Wu Qianying also had an insurance policy with Mikkelsen. Every forty-five minutes, her personal terminal would automatically send a message to a certain Mikkelsen.
In his hands, if no news is received after the expiration date, Mikkelsen will conclude that Wu Qianying has been kidnapped.
Now, eight minutes have passed since the last time the message was sent, and there are still thirty-seven minutes until the next time node.
"The main target has been captured." Tenasi Geller called the employer's support force, and then escorted the prisoners to the designated top deck.
Almost as soon as they left, Chrissy and Mr. Good Luck appeared here. They only found a few corpses of the intruders and a distorted firearm at the scene.
Chris looked at Mr. Good Luck for help. Carl Wile could only bite the bullet and took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket again, said a few decent prayers, and then threw the pen into the sky.
The individual continues to move in the direction pointed by the pen tip.
In this way, they did not encounter any intruders along the way, which can be regarded as a reflection of Mr. Good Luck's strength.
But now, this road led them back to the upper deck. The ice cubes that Chris had frozen in the swimming pool were still there. The clear water and transparent ice cubes could be clearly seen by the nearly thirty mercenaries on site.
How many people are frozen in the ice?
"Do you think you can take care of them all?" Mr. Good Luck hid in a cabin and looked at the armed intruders on the deck through the glass, his tone a little weak.
"I don't know, maybe your ability can make them all fall into the swimming pool at once?" Chris glanced at Mr. Good Luck with dissatisfaction, feeling that he was really useless.
Carl Wiler sighed and looked at the row of prisoners below. Everyone on the ship was there except him and Chris.
Instinct told him that the best result now was to find a place to hide, but some inexplicable sense of responsibility was driving him forward.
Mr. Good Luck stared at the ballpoint pen, drew a horizontal line on the ground, threw the ballpoint pen up high with some resignation, and said: "If the pen tip crosses the line, let's go up! If the pen tip points backward, let's go up. Hide!"
when!
The ball is stuck straight and straight on the horizontal line, and the pen tip is three-quarters of the way into the wood without even shaking.
"I guess... this means let's stay here and wait for an opportunity?" Chris's eyes widened, and her gaze kept moving between the ballpoint pen and Mr. Good Luck: "You didn't stab it on purpose, did you?"
"This is Brazilian snake grain wood flooring!" Mr. Good Luck defended with a red face: "I want to prick it!"
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On the podium, Commander-in-Chief Hunter took a step back, gave up his seat, and introduced the real speaker today: "I don't need to introduce this person any more, right? Welcome to the humble lady of the Seven Virtues Team!"
Cathy Walter walked out from the backstage and said to the camera with a perfect smile: "I'm sorry to announce our identity to everyone in such an abrupt way, but as pioneers from another civilization, we are here with a mission of friendship. Ambassador, we have suffered extremely unfair treatment here, our lives are in danger, and we have to announce our presence in advance."
Commander Hunter frowned. What this woman said was completely different from the information the Walter Group had sent him before.
As a mature political player, he certainly doesn't like such emergencies, but Hunter will not show it. He will only show a look of indignation and sympathy at the right time, and seize the opportunity to show it to the camera.
The media reporters who ate melons until they vomited today did not even have the energy to ask questions. No one wanted to stand up and be a lone brave person in such a situation where the ground was full of melons and create topics for other colleagues.
Since the big names on stage want to put on a big show for everyone, they can only be responsible for the live broadcast.
On the Internet, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exploded, and the large influx of netizens has even caused extremely rare network lags.
"I can't accurately describe the name of my hometown in human language, and I don't want to hastily use an onomatopoeia or meaning word to call it here. I hope that in future contacts, you, the entire human civilization, will give it a My hometown and I have a definition, a name that better represents its connotation, just like the name of the country, the Federation, which is beautiful and powerful." He spoke modestly in a speech that fit his name, and his carefully carved face also Very suitable for this kind of thing.
Just from the charm she displayed at this moment, she has completely surpassed the most popular Mrs. Generous at the moment.
Of course, this kind of words have a different meaning to the ears of some insiders - they don't even bother to make up a decent name for this lie to refer to themselves.
Among the first generation of naturalized settlers, there were indeed many idealists. They were not loyal to the pioneers for their own benefit at all. Instead, they believed in the lies of the pioneers and firmly believed that the intervention from high-dimensional civilization could make the world a better place. The whole world becomes better.
However, those idealists are now dead. The legacy they left behind has created the second and even third generations of naturalized people. They see what the pioneers represent more clearly, and a large part of the naturalized people even fully understand it. The ultimate goal of the pioneers.
But either for profit or to survive the flood, they all chose to obey. Now is the time for them to express their sincerity.
Wang Zhengdao took Tang Ji and Mikkelsen to the 122nd floor of the New W Palace. Tang Ji looked at the time, 9:12 am.
Fully two hundred guards wearing gray jackets and lined with body armor patrolled each floor. They were not guards from the New W Palace, but elite naturalized people from all over the world.
But the faces of these elites are full of nervousness. In terms of momentum, they are even inferior to those of the new W Palace security guards who earn 3,000 yuan a month.
"Look at them, they are almost pissed. If you don't know, they think there are aliens who are going to attack the Federation." A guard hid in the corridor and smoked while complaining to his colleagues: "Damn, they have better guns than me." The annual salary is worth a lot of money.”
"Hey! Who are you! This is an area owned by the federal government. Private intrusion is prohibited!" His colleague saw three people walking downstairs and immediately pressed the walkie-talkie to report the situation, but the next second he was attacked from behind. Knocked unconscious.
Wang Zhengdao opened the door and made an inviting gesture to Tang Ji and Mikkelsen.
"I won't go in, you guys deal with it." Mikkelsen took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of the unconscious guard. He looked at the brand and took out a cigarette with some disgust. He glanced at Tang Ji resentfully, like He sat down on the ground like a hippie and started to mess around.
If he hadn't been sure that the person in front of him was Mikkelsen, Tang Ji would never have connected the other person with Mikkelsen.
He couldn't even tell whether the group of Mikkelsens wearing the same clothes and top hats were genuine, or whether the Mikkelsens he had seen with different faces and personalities were genuine...
Tanguy suddenly realized that he had never really understood Mikkelsen. All he knew about Mikkelsen was what the other party actively showed him.
If you think about it carefully, Mikkelsen, who wears a ginger suit and top hat, always has a dead face, always provides accurate information, and never conceals his intentions, actually perfectly fits Tang Ji's imagination of a powerful partner. image of...
That ginger suit comes from the depths of Tang Ji's memory, and is the epitome of his father's vague image. His unsmiling, silent and reliable personality is Tang Ji's external business card, and he hates being deceived.
Tang Ji took a deep look at Mikkelsen, who was unleashing his natural instincts in front of him, and felt that every expression on the other person's face seemed to carry deep meaning.
Fortunately, the guards from the naturalized people restored Tang Ji's attention.
"Fuck! It's Tang Ji! He's here! He's on the 122nd floor!" The naturalized man who forcibly occupied the control room pressed the alarm, and the entire communication channel was turned upside down.
But Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao just walked forward, paying no attention to the guards.
The elite of the naturalized force opened fire directly. In the current relationship between the two parties, it would be rude to engage in warning shots under such circumstances.
So under the confused gazes of federal employees, the entire New W Palace instantly turned into a battlefield.
Of course, the media and reporters in the press conference also heard the intensive gunshots, especially the reporter from Night City. He thought for a while that he had returned home.
Of course, this scene was also seen and heard by viewers around the world who were watching the live broadcast. Cathy Walter’s pretty little face flashed with a hint of genuine nervousness, but she still managed to continue: “We come here with love and peace.
We came, but we were threatened and hunted by a small wave of extremists, please help us!"
