I, the warden of Delta, am a science popularizer and advocate for nuclear peace and friendliness.

"This is our latest GTI350 protective suit, with a defense level of up to 5.7, which can block 60% of radiation."

Shi Yue carefully introduced the doctor to the subject. Ever since Houston introduced him to the famous scientist Rometheus, Shi Yue had been excitedly and enthusiastically rushing over to him.

Although GTI sees the Doctor as a thorn in their side, what does that have to do with Shi Yue?

He was also a researcher employed by GTI, and not entirely aligned with GTI, but the other researchers were employed by GTI itself.

And so this scene unfolded in the laboratory.

Shi Yue gave the doctor a big hug with a big smile, while the other researchers looked at the two of them with strange expressions.

Doctor: "Hehe, alright, let's begin."

The doctor smiled and walked somewhat awkwardly onto the research table.

Shi Yu stood in front of the glass partition and glanced at the situation inside. Seeing that everyone seemed to be getting along well, she felt relieved and left.

If there are any research results, Rometheus will contact him; he still has some things to take care of.

As Shi Yu walked out of the research institute, she looked up at the northern region. More than 50 kilometers away was the GTI headquarters.

The regional map drawn by GTI did not indicate the location of the United Nations, but only marked the 13 branches and the headquarters.

"It's time to pick up my resuscitation machine."

Smith, Frank, Houston, and Field have all died once, so they shouldn't pose much of a threat.

Although resuscitation ventilators exist, using such devices definitely has side effects. Shiyu doesn't believe that these things can be so miraculous as to unconditionally revive someone. How could that be possible!

Based on Shiyu's many years of experience in the delta, he was 80% certain that his conjecture was correct.

Every medicine has some toxicity. Shi Yu pushed off with her feet and flew out with a whoosh, speeding towards the headquarters at 576 kilometers per hour, which to outsiders was comparable to low-altitude flight!

GTI Headquarters, Command Center Meeting Room

"Phew..." Dominic clutched his severed arm, where the bleeding had stopped.

After only thirteen minutes of simple treatment, the commander forcibly got out of bed and rushed to the conference room.

He first had Houston retrieve a resuscitation ventilator from a hidden compartment under the conference table, which was extremely well concealed.

Dominic took a deep breath and began adjusting the resuscitation ventilator, while Houston went to move the body.

GTI has used cloning technology to cultivate the bodies of many veteran members, but because their cells are extremely active, the only way to reduce enzyme activity is to freeze them, putting them into a dormant state without destroying the protein's spatial structure.

So Houston carried two blocks of ice, emitting a chilling aura, into the conference room.

pat!

The ice cubes were gently placed on the floor, making a soft clinking sound.

Houston then used various cooling methods, such as lighters, alcohol lamps, and flamethrowers, and finally melted the substance.

"Alright," Houston reminded Dominic, who was still adjusting the machine. Because of the missing arm, the speed at which he operated the machine had slowed down considerably.

About five minutes later, Dominic had almost finished the preparations and began the final step.

A button was pressed, and the resuscitation ventilator started working!

Two beams of white light began to envelop the clones of Frank and Smith lying on the ground. This resurrection took a very long time, even longer than Field's.

Because the cause of death for the two was guided bombing, even special-class beings like Jacob were scattered and dismembered, let alone the two elite-class beings, who were directly vaporized and returned to nature!

About four minutes later, the two gradually showed signs of waking up.

"Almost there..."

call!

Just as Houston was about to cheer, a whooshing sound suddenly rang out from behind!

With the same special-grade neural perception as Shigure, Houston noticed the voice almost instantly and reacted.

Unfortunately, his physical abilities did not reach the special forces level; he remained in the elite level, so his speed was ultimately slower.

Pfft!

A tremendous force emanated from his neck, violently severing his head!

A sharp tearing sensation shot through his neck, and Houston's vision began to shift rapidly. The world seemed to spin until he saw his headless corpse, blood gushing from his head, limp and lifeless on the ground.

All of this happened too suddenly. No one knows when Shigure came in, but now there's not much time for Dominic to think.

He immediately retreated to create distance, without drawing his gun to retaliate, but instead kept his eyes fixed on the suddenly appearing Shigure.

The latter did not employ the techniques of Impressionist masterpieces this time; with a white face and black body, the bright lights from the top of the conference room shone on his silent face, highlighting his sharp features.

"Gheros! You... Hafk!!" Dominic practically spat out the words through gritted teeth, his skin flushed slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Commander." Shigure walked slowly forward and looked down at the commander's angry expression.

"GTI... should have been wiped out long ago. Ever since I was kicked out, your demise has been on a countdown, hahaha."

Shigure feigned a somewhat crazy demeanor and reached out to pat the Commander's face.

"He can't even manage his own subordinates, he deserves it..."

Boom!

Shi Yu slapped Dominic on the back of the neck with the back of her hand, knocking him unconscious.

The next moment, he suddenly sprang up, turned around and swung his whip kick backward, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air!

call out--!

boom!

Smith's tactical dagger, which he had just raised, was instantly swatted away, followed by a full-fledged whip kick.

"Ugh!"

Smith only had time to let out a cry of pain before he collapsed into bed and fell asleep.

"Tsk, disobedient."

Shi Yu clicked her tongue and kicked the tactical dagger off the ground.

"You think this thing can hurt me? Tch."

Smith had just fallen asleep, and Frank was about to wake up. Shi Yu went over and glanced at Frank, who was enveloped in white light.

As the white light gradually faded, Frank slowly opened his eyes, only to see a white mask staring at him.

The ceiling light shone down, but because Shiyu had his head down, the light only made his face look even darker.

"..."

Frank closed his eyes in a daze, then suddenly opened them again!

"..."

He must be doing it wrong.

But when she closed and opened her eyes again, Shigure was still staring straight at him.

"!"

Frank panicked a little. The light in his eyes gradually faded. Before Shi Yu could knock him out, he slowly closed his eyes and did not open them again.