Chapter 1239 Super Body 17


Chapter 1239 Super Body 17

Experiment 37 was knocked unconscious by tear gas during testing.

Lunch is definitely not available this time, and dinner is definitely not available either. When everyone arrived the next morning and smelled the smell of bread, toast, fried eggs and bacon, they knew that there was basically no chance of anything happening today.

It was still the same on the third day. On the fourth day, someone couldn't help but ask, when will the 37th be better?

Xining was lying on the hospital bed, looking alternately awake and unconscious. In fact, she used this time to collect information on the Internet and improve herself.

In the body owner's memory, the longer she stays on the Internet, the knowledge and information will pour in in large quantities, and she and the chip will filter out the useful information and leave it behind. And it seems that chips will become more and more integrated with the Internet, and the ability to control machines will also be enhanced.

At that time, the body owner already had a computer that could be controlled from a distance, and the distance was getting longer and longer. As long as some time passes, you may be able to control electrical items containing computer chips and host computers from a distance as if you have super powers.

At this time, Lawrence had no time to care about the mood of an experimental subject. He was adjusting the chip capacity for two unlucky pilot subjects.

Human beings are like this, they always want to have things but are afraid of things they can't control.

Once the chip is adjusted, the microbomb is buried in their neck. Once something uncontrollable happens, the chip can be set to automatically scrap and return them to their original shape; if the chip is out of control, the micro bomb will be detonated.

The bomb is located in the aorta. Once it explodes, it will blow out the blood vessel and cause it to bleed, just like cutting the neck. In less than a minute or two, he fell into coma due to excessive blood loss and lack of oxygen to the brain. He basically died in three or four minutes.

Global satellite positioning has wider coverage than mobile phones, and there will be no problem of "the user you are calling is not in the service area". You deserve it!

Xi Ning doesn't want to have such treatment, but after these two people are done, it will be her turn.

In order to avoid such a thing, the body owner transferred a sum of money from the Internet, had the bomb dug out, and replaced some of the body's organs to make himself stronger.

But in the end, he still didn't escape and died at the point of a gun. It was a cold defeat.

Therefore, she must upgrade as soon as possible to seize the opportunity.

"Didi..." The numbers on the heart monitor were beating steadily.

The engineers and assistants on the side were sometimes typing on the keyboard with their fingers flying, and sometimes reporting various data.

The assistant finally gave the result: "The chip capacity has been adjusted to 70%, and the top line has been set."

"Okay!" Lawrence, who was supervising from the side, ordered: "Inject the hunting dogs."

A male assistant in a white coat picked up a special gun and walked to Experiment 31. No. 31 is under anesthesia and asleep.

The muzzle of the gun was placed against the neck. The female assistant next to her looked at the computer. There was a thermal sensor monitoring there. After program conversion, she could see the bones, arteries and veins, and even muscles in the neck: "A little further up, a little further to the left... Okay, here it is.”

The male assistant pulled the trigger, and there was a slight "pop" sound. A prototype bomb smaller than a button battery was buried under the skin and stuck next to the aorta.

The female assistant confirmed: "The hunting dogs are in place."

A hunting dog, it can guard homes and yards, and it can also track prey. It's quite appropriate to describe bombs.

The two experimental objects are properly placed, so the superiors can rest assured now... Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere in the entire ward changed from tense to a little more relaxed.

Everything was successful. Everyone went outside and took off the disposable surgical protective clothing, gloves, and hats they were wearing...

"I'm so exhausted!" Someone exclaimed: "It would be nice to have some freshly baked biscuits at this time."

This resonated: "I thought too, the sesame pancakes and butter cookies baked on No. 37 are so delicious." "I like cranberry ones."

"I like butter cake and praline."

My mouth is almost watering: "What is Nutella?"

The female assistant said with a bit of pride: "She made that at night when she just woke up. She ground nuts into powder and then made it into a soup like a light milkshake. It was paired with butter cake. It was delicious. I have never I’ve never had such a delicious dessert.”

"Oh, it sounds delicious. I wonder if No. 37 is willing to make it."

"I find it difficult to see. She has been feeling groggy. I don't know whether it is physical or psychological. It seems that this incident has hit her hard."

"So don't break a woman's heart, or you'll run out of food." A male assistant joked, causing some smiles.

At this moment the door opened and Lawrence walked in. The lively and regretful atmosphere was suddenly broken, and immediately turned into the depression and tension in the laboratory ward just now.

After everyone quickly completed the follow-up work, they left the disinfection room.

Lawrence also took off all kinds of medical protective equipment, washed his hands, put on a white coat, and walked out.

I went back to the office and sat down, leaning back in the chair tiredly. It was already late at night, and after two days of intense preparations and two chip adjustment surgeries today, it was indeed tiring.

Turning his head, his eyes were attracted to a small glass jar on the table. There were a few cookies in the glass jar.

It contained cookies she had made a few days ago. Every time she made a cookie, she would put two or three pieces into the jar and then put them on her bedside.

After that incident, she stopped entering the kitchen. The assistant doing rounds said that she would not talk to anyone and would finish the food she was served. After eating, he lay down and continued to sleep, as if he planned to sleep until he died.

An assistant brought this glass jar, saying that someone wanted to open it and take two pieces to eat, but she hit her with a pillow, looking very angry.

But out of desperation, she realized it was for him, so she put down the pillow, lay down and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

So I brought it!

The glass jar is not big, and even if there are not many biscuits in it, it is still half full. There are all kinds of them, and they look as tempting as the displays in a candy store or bakery.

Lawrence straightened up, brought the glass jar, opened the sealed lid, and took out the top piece of raisin biscuit with his fingers. After taking a bite, the fragrant buttery flavor immediately filled my taste buds and mouth.

He is not keen on eating. Just what you need to survive. A lot of butter and sugar were used like this, and even the surface of the biscuit had caramel condensed on it. He had almost never touched it before.

But I have to say, this biscuit is really delicious. No wonder, everyone is obsessed with her and cares about her very much.

...Xining saw all this.

Even if Lawrence had doubts about her, it was impossible to deactivate the entire institute's monitoring system. In this way, there is no way to explain to the superiors, and suspicion is just suspicion. Without conclusive evidence, an experimental product that was finally successful will not be discarded.

Xining watched Lawrence lean back on the chair again and silently eat the remaining half of the biscuit in his hand.

After eating a biscuit, she stood up, closed the lid of the jar, and walked out of the office, heading towards her ward.

(End of chapter)

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