Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Ah, long time no see, this is your dear Milton"

"Milton."

The person on the other end of the line interrupted: "How's the progress?"

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry?"

Looking at Kenge in the video, Milton sighed: "There are some signs, it won't take too long."

He tapped his temple and sent a few photos.

"Don't worry, that guy is still hiding in the deep moss area. This is a picture extracted from the default video of the artificial eye by someone who met him before. I have determined the approximate range of activities. The next step is to check one by one."

"I promise, it will be quick."

Hearing this, Kenge's expression changed slightly and eased a little: "In this case, you just need to know the number. But I remind you that it has been four days, and we agreed to do it within a week."

"Don't you trust me so much?"

Milton said in a very aggrieved tone: "My most respected Director Kenge. I have done a good job in our past few collaborations, right?"

"And to be honest, you get what you pay for. My level is just like this. If you think it's too slow, why don't you find a higher-level mercenary?"

Milton slapped his forehead and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment: "Ah, I understand. It's not because others don't want to deal with a fallen director and they can't afford the price. It must be you who don't want to, right?"

"Well! That's it! Thank you for your trust in me--"

Beep.

The communication was hung up again.

Kenge took a deep breath and had the urge to crush the communicator. Every time the other party could stir up his anger - but he didn't have a communicator in his hand. The communication just now was conducted through electronic implants and communication software.

However, this emotion only lasted for a moment.

As a management staff of Jade Pharmaceuticals (Palose Branch), Kenge has undergone a set of enhanced surgery to castrate his emotional fluctuations to a certain extent, so as to improve his concentration and judgment.

He also has a complete set of "physiological monitors" implanted in his body, and has purchased the expensive medical intelligent data analysis service produced by Jade Pharmaceuticals.

Any excessive emotional fluctuations will cause service warnings, and the embedded injection drugs will calm and stabilize emotions to avoid excessive trauma.

Kenge closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he turned back into the calm middle-aged man.

He dialed a communication.

"Vedani, what's the progress of the equipment repair in the laboratory?"

"Is it ready for use? Well, you did a good job. Then restart the experiment and notify the next batch of volunteers to prepare to enter."

". Did the "Trial Field" fail again?"

Keng was silent for a while.

When he spoke again, his tone was cold: "No, we must not stop - no research results have ever been easily achieved in history."

"I admit that some people must be sacrificed."

"But our goal is not sacrifice, and sacrifice is worthless, but the road to the final results is destined to be full of sacrifices. Vidani, remember this, this is what we need - and it is also a quality that a great researcher must possess."

The communication had been hung up for a long time.

But Kenge has been standing there, as if he was lost in thought.

After a long time, the man finally raised his head.

The low murmur echoed in this bright and spacious house with two bedrooms and one living room located in Baimen District, which was furnished with various high-end furniture.

"Sacrifice itself is worthless. I must succeed."

Even if I use the director's authority to transport the cyber psychotic volunteers in the "cyber psychotic inhibitor" project in the name of "waste destruction".

Even if I privately draw funds from the institute to open up another hidden site and place the smuggled volunteers here to study the "weaponization application of cyber psychotics" project.

As long as I can make the "cyber psychotics" controllable

No, even if there is only a trend of controllability, I can apply for a formal project from the head office! For projects of this level, those people in the Palose branch cannot and dare not resist the will of the "head office"!

Those damn guys will no longer dare to reject my project application, squeeze out the places for further study and visiting, and be harsh on my funding approval.

And I, Kenge Tris, will definitely return to the power center of Palose with this, and even go a step further, climb towards the company headquarters, towards the real power center of [Emerald Pharmaceuticals]!

[Dear user, your emotional fluctuations have exceeded expectations by 23%. Please keep breathing smoothly, drink a small amount of pure water, try to sit or lie down, and adjust your mood.]

[In addition, do you need to contact the nearest, idle doctor, or let the transport drone deliver the medicine?]

"No need."

Keng took a deep breath, and his expression slowly returned to indifference.

"Let the vehicle at the door warm up, start the unmanned mode, and specify the itinerary-Paroser Mind Neuroscience Institute III."

He walked to the plane mirror, adjusted his collar, and after confirming that it was meticulous, he walked to the door.

It's time to work.

Paul leaned against the corner of the wall covered with thick graffiti.

The afternoon sky was piled with heavy haze, and the dazzling sunlight shot down from the gaps in the haze, causing Paul to subconsciously squint his eyes. Several dizzy light circles shook, and the vision suddenly went black with a snap.

"It's really unreliable."

Paul has become accustomed to the problem of his prosthetic eye produced by "Blue Lake Co., Ltd." not restarting at regular intervals. He pulled the dirty quilt beside him and waited for the prosthetic eye to restart again. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart. .

"Blue Lake" has clearly announced that its products have a lifetime warranty, but their offline stores do not repair their prosthetic eyes - even if they are third-hand goods they bought from underground rogue doctors, even if they cannot take out the product. Insurance certificate, even if I ignored the risk warning and downloaded a bunch of pirated software, causing the prosthetic body protocol to be invaded.

But didn’t he spend any money?

I spent money on it! A full three hundred and five credits!

Why don't you fix it for yourself? Or simply replace it with a new one. If you are reasonable, you will definitely not refuse.

While once again coming to the conclusion that "this hateful company deserves to die", Paul's prosthetic eye finally restarted and returned to normal - just ignore the advertising pop-up window in the lower left corner and the black spot in the upper right corner.

But at this moment, Paul was startled.

At some point, a man wearing a peaked cap and a mask squatted in front of him.

The other person looked at him and slowly opened his mask, revealing his true face.

This face.

After a full six seconds of close eye contact, the "face recognition program" that comes with the implanted prosthetic eye, which sometimes fails to work, was successfully activated.

Immediately afterwards, a prompt pop-up window appeared saying "Dear user, the portrait picture you added to the memo two days ago has now been recognized as a similar person. Do you need to mark it?".

But Paul had no time to think about it, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy that "I actually found someone!"

"Do you know me? Do you know this face? It doesn't matter if you don't. But looking at your expression, you have already recognized me."

A cold touch of metal quietly pressed against Paul's throat.

Song Shi held the scalpel and said in a gentle voice:

"—Then, I need you to do me a favor."