Interstellar arena

Looking at the densely packed mortuary cabinet, Liu Fei couldn't help sighing.What Ka Suo said is right, the resurrection of General Bonwe has lost any meaning, and the battle with the alien has been over for more than a century.Whether it can be resurrected or not, if General Bonwe is resurrected, where will General Bonwe go becomes the biggest problem.

There are too many things to consider in resurrecting people more than a century ago. It is not just a simple resurrection. Apart from whether the people accept the resurrection of the heroes of the past, the most important thing is, if they are resurrected, where will they go?Can you adapt to your current life?

Among them, a more serious legal issue must be considered, that is, the "Bank Convention".

As early as the early days of human interstellar development, because of ethical and moral issues, coupled with a cloning crisis that endangered all mankind, human society jointly formulated a convention prohibiting cloning research, and any national organization or individual is not allowed to engage in cloning technology. For any scientific research activities, the meeting was held on a small planet called Bank, so the name of the convention was "Bank Convention".

The resurrection of General Bangwei will inevitably involve some related cloning technology. If the matter is made public, Brother Ka Suo and the others will definitely be sent to the interstellar court.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will come to my place every day." Ka Suo said when the two came up by the lift.

"why?"

"Although you have recovered, you still need intensive treatment. You need to activate local blood circulation every day. Of course, this is not important. I need to teach you some self-defense."

"Ok?"

"Killing skills." Caso's eyes behind the thick lenses exuded a breath of death.

"What is it?" Liu Fei's muscles tensed inexplicably, and he felt that breath.

"The soldering iron head is an excellent murderer. Of course, my killing skills will not surpass him. However, my skills can make up for his shortcomings. It can make killing an art, and it is more efficient."

Ka Suo paused for a moment. At this moment, the elevator had arrived. The two of them came out of the elevator. Ka Suo took Liu Fei to a study room with no household. The study room was very large, and two walls were full of bookshelves. It was full of books of all sorts, though, judging by the casing, they were mostly books on anatomy and neurology.

On the other two walls, there is a diagram of human anatomy.

"Sit down, this place will belong to you from now on." Ka Suo sighed, and sat behind a huge desk first, his thin body was almost invisible.

"You want to leave here?"

"Well, after you recover and learn the art and efficiency of killing, I will leave here. For this, I have spent my whole life. I don't even have the most important thing in life: getting married and having children. I hope to travel well. For a while, and then, find a wife to take care of you..." Caso's cloudy eyes showed a hint of hope for a new life.

"I want to know something about the tip of my father's soldering iron first."

"Actually, there is nothing to say about your father. Your father, Brother Nine, and I are all descendants of those two hundred soldiers. The only difference is that we inherited their dream of resurrecting General Bangwei, When we were very young, we passed various intelligence tests, were selected from hundreds of thousands of children, and endured all kinds of cruel training. We have a clear division of labor, and what the soldering iron head learns is killing skills and survival means, while I am studying medicine, and Brother Jiu is studying the art of scheming..."

"From an ignorant child to a teenager, and then to middle age, we have devoted all our time and energy. We have collected various corpses for research, and we have purchased various advanced instruments. However, the results of the experiment made us unable to see the future... At this time, we began to reflect, and our thoughts gradually changed. When we were forty years old, we thought...