Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1142 An Unsettled Daily Life (Second Update)

"It's done, Your Excellency Protector."

Jennifer Alfa, to be precise, is Jennifer-C02-Alfa-███.

The middle name represents the organization she works for, Alpha is used to distinguish her from another person named Jennifer, and finally, there is a total of 300,000 individual genetic device activation identifiers. Her main research projects are "Organic Wire Optimization for Hard-Connected Neural Synaptic Transmission Reward Devices" and "One-Way Neural Signal Transmission Algorithm for Incubation Chambers," with the aim of reducing the high-temperature damage to the central nervous system caused by brain-computer interface feedback, and selecting the most promising artificial fetuses during the incubation chamber stage to populate the Martian population.

Due to her surgical skills, medical knowledge, and prosthetic hand, Jennifer-C02-Alpha-███ was chosen to board the Emperor's Pegasus-class heavy command assault transport. This signified that she had gained the Emperor's and the Royal Guard's appreciation, qualifying her to choose a new research topic—a reward that would be the best for any Martian technician. Moreover, the Emperor would engage in academic exchanges with her, giving her the opportunity to acquire more knowledge and receive more inspiration, a reward far exceeding the value of a new research topic for Martian technicians.

The miniature liquid thermal cooling module installed on the back of her head excitedly blew out cold air, cooling down her overworked brain and the thinking enhancement module. The cooling module only slowly stopped after the surgery was completed, because her brain no longer needed so much computing power to manipulate the bio-prosthetic body and connect to the devices.

"He survived?" Hammurabi asked, looking at the stitched-up body. "How long will it take before he can move again?"

"His heart is still beating, his brain is undamaged, and all his bio-organs are functioning normally." Jennifer Alpha's voice, before it was replaced with a prosthetic, radiated pride, as if she wanted Hammurabi to see the data flowing across her replaced retina. "In fact, his body has begun to heal itself. I recommend keeping him in a deep coma for a week, after which he will be able to cope with physical pain on his own. I don't understand why we don't replace his prosthetics on a large scale; after all, machines are more reliable and trustworthy..."

After saying several more words, Jennifer Alpha finally shut up. She kicked the instrument next to her that controlled the automated surgical machine, then hammered it twice to stop its pointless buzzing. She had contributed some of her expertise to the design and manufacture of this surgical machine; the buzzer was something she had installed.

"The patient should be able to move around normally in about two weeks. Currently, we know nothing about the mechanism of the heart-shaped herb. Only after testing can we determine whether the biochemical organs will weaken or enhance the patient's abilities. However, given the current situation, this timeframe can be slightly shortened, as long as we can provide sufficient nutrition to allow the body to heal naturally. Your Excellency, regarding that research project on the Black Panther suit…"

"Agreed," Hammurabi said. "You will be allowed to join the Vibranium Nanolab to reverse engineer Wakanda's nanotechnology."

"Yes!"

The cooling module started spinning again.

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Salomon deliberately licked the sauce off his fingers in an exaggerated gesture, making the girl sitting next to him laugh out loud.

She kept wearing the children's platinum tiara Bayonetta had bought her, refusing to take it off even while eating. Now, the glittering tiara had fallen and was blocking her eyes, but even so, she kept giggling foolishly. Bayonetta glared at Salomon, put down her cutlery, grabbed the girl's shaking head, and took out a napkin to wipe the sauce-smeared little face clean.

"Don't make her laugh while she's eating. What if she chokes?" Bayonetta said angrily. "You shouldn't let her develop bad habits. Dinah can't be around her all the time. Next time, she has to learn how to eat safely on her own. If she's even in danger of choking while eating, how are we going to let her live on her own?"

"I thought you hated children. You've said that before, even about your younger self." Salomon raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Now it seems you quite like her, don't you?"

“This little cockroach doesn’t cry.” Bayonetta raised her head. “I already warned her that if she dared to cry, I promise I’d throw her out immediately. Am I right, little cockroach?” The girl nodded, continuing to giggle. Salomon wasn’t sure if she really understood the witch’s meaning, but that didn’t stop Bayonetta from being satisfied with her educational achievement. She gave the girl a hard kiss on the forehead, her expression arrogant and flamboyant. “That’s right, witches don’t cry! Witches are beautiful and wicked! Eat your food properly, you skinny little kitten. How can you call yourself a witch if you can’t even beat an angel?”

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have kept this pet. Even a Cheshire Cat isn't this troublesome." Joan of Arc put a pork rib in her mouth with her fork, then frowned and looked under the table. "Stop biting me, you stupid cat! Haven't I scooped your poop? Okay! Let me put it another way, stop biting! Even trimming Pegasus's hooves wasn't this much trouble, nor were those Thoroughbreds you keep in the stables trying to get them to talk. After all, they don't need pediatricians or school. Look, she can't even speak in a complete sentence yet!"

The Cheshire Cat loosened its teeth from Joan of Arc's toes and purred contentedly. As compensation, it licked Joan twice, but the White-Haired Witch brushed it away in disgust.

"Papa!" the girl mumbled. Then she called out again, "Papa! Cheshire!"

Joan of Arc smiled smugly. "Oh, it's just two words. Ugly Duckling, you still need to work harder to beat me."

Salomon rolled his eyes. "Have you stooped so low as to compare yourself to a two-year-old, Joan of Arc?"

“Darling, someone’s been eyeing the manor lately, maybe the British police or something worse,” Bayonetta said, breaking the meat on the girl’s plate into smaller pieces. Although her tone was calm, Salomon listened intently. “Yesterday, I was driven to Oxford and they checked my documents under some pretext. Luckily, the documents you gave us were genuine, otherwise I’d be playing a car chase with the police. Even though the jamming equipment is running every day, the 70-meter-long aircraft taking off and landing here daily is suspicious. Someone’s posing as a resident of the town to spy on the manor. Dinah refused, citing it as private property, but I suspect they’ll come with a search warrant next time.”

"The drone reconnaissance didn't detect any lurking scouts in the vicinity," Dinah whispered to Salomon. "It might just be a spur-of-the-moment reconnaissance, but I still recommend..."

"No, darling, wiping out the entire police station will only cause more trouble. Increase the number of fortress-type combat robots on patrol, deploy more sentry towers and drones, and get anti-aircraft guns and armored vehicles ready to fire. Shoot anyone who tries to infiltrate the manor. Kill them first, then ask questions later."

"I told you to find a solution, not to use this kind of solution, and neither of you!" Bayonetta's eyes narrowed angrily, her voice rising as she covered the girl's ears. "No murder, no bloodshed, that would only ruin our peaceful life now. You know what I value most, Salomon, don't ruin it."

"Alright, I'll go to MI6 and find Mycroft Holmes, and use his brother as leverage. Sherlock Holmes is due to start school too. But I think it's more likely to be a black team from the CIA or the US Congress. Everyone knows Britain is under American rule... I promise I'll resolve this peacefully, no murder, no bloodshed, I promise."

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