It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

If the Holy Father had not issued an order in time to stop the Recycling Department from taking further action, the people in the Shun Bu Ding Dome would have followed the clues and found the location of the academy.

There was no way around it, since all those crazy scientists in the academy were eager to find out what methods the "Dome Organization" had used to destroy their proud masterpiece.

0194 The Disappearing Drone

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts is big, and Boston is not small either. There are at least 10,000 or 20,000 people living in the Boston Wasteland! Although these people can come up with new tricks every day, they won't commit suicide every day.

Speaking of brains, whether synthetic or natural, they are all quite amazing. After the chips in the brains of the four synthetics were damaged by the strong magnetic field, they did seem to become idiots. However, this idiotic state lasted for seven or eight days before it disappeared in an instant.

Their memories were all restored!

Even if they were to undergo another MRI, it would not have any effect on their memory.

And then, something interesting happened.

These four synthetics never knew that they were synthetics. In order to prove whether they were lying, Boss Cheng even used two truth serums. One was obtained from Zhou Zhezhi, and the other was bought in Knockturn Alley.

The owner of a small magic potion shop that sold truth serum in Knockturn Alley would occasionally come to Boss Cheng's shop to improve his taste, so after a few visits, the two became familiar with each other.

However, after they drank the two types of truth serum, the chemical version was useless. On the contrary, the magic version was very effective. Apart from getting the appearance numbers of the four synths, Boss Cheng and his team were unable to get any useful information about the academy from them.

Besides, they really didn't know they were synths all along. But now, not only do they know, but they're devastated.

But Boss Cheng said generously: "Why are you so upset? Aren't you still alive? Didn't we break that controller? Haven't you gained freedom? Since you are alive and free, why are you so upset? Even if you are an artificial human, what's the big deal? Just keep living!"

No one, including the UNSC military representatives, expected that Boss Cheng would be so open-minded and casual about the synths. After all, he was the one who was most enthusiastic about finding the synths, but he seemed to have forgotten how excited he was when he found the synths.

But in fact, Boss Cheng has never forgotten it, because his purpose is to find the synthetic humans, and then take a good look at what the difference is between them and ordinary people, and whether they can be considered real life forms.

If Boss Cheng could see real life in synthetic humans, and even discover the brilliance that is unique to humans in them...

Perhaps, this can make Boss Cheng more convinced that the resurrected self also belongs to the category of human beings and has a vibrant life! Boss Cheng hopes to find a soul that belongs only to humans in the body of the synthetic man.

[Yes, we all need this strong sense of identity to prove that we are still alive and have souls. At least, those who were captured by the Forced Men, whether they died on the battlefield, on the keyboard, or drowned in the toilet, all need this sense of identity.]

After seeing four synthetic humans successfully recover their memories, Boss Cheng has determined that they are living beings and belong to the category of "human beings".

As for their souls...

Boss Cheng was unable to detect even the faintest flash of soul in them.

"But this is enough to prove that they are human! Even if they were not born from the mother's womb."

And no one was replaced by them, because the residents of Concord had no idea where these people came from. Even the old soldier under Wyle joined the Volunteer Army because he was alone and had nowhere to go.

That’s right, although they were unaware from the beginning to the end that they were under the surveillance of the academy at all times, these guys were indeed deliberately released by the academy as observation samples for the "wildness experiment".

In addition to recognizing artificial life forms, Boss Cheng also believes that the technology of artificial life forms mastered by the academy is likely to be the technology that UNSC will need in the future. After all, Boss Cheng's medical cabin only has a finished product but no technology. UNSC scientists have studied medical cabins before, but they don't even understand the working mechanism of the thing.

But in the academy, there is a full set of "life manufacturing" technology. To be blunt, once the UNSC masters this technology, humans will no longer be troubled by any diseases. You can even extract the brain information of a dying person and infuse it into the body of a synthetic human to prolong the person's "life".

The humans in the wasteland world, and even the academy itself, don't know how valuable their creation is! They don't know how the fear of death long ago long ago long ago longed for a technology that could lead their tribe to resist dangerous radiation and extend the life cycle of the tribe.

However, such precious technology was wasted on ridiculous wasteland human sociology experiments by a group of talented yet idiotic scientists in the academy.

This is even more ridiculous than begging with a golden bowl in hand.

They are not Suchaharcan.

"What are you going to do next?" Boss Cheng asked the four synths, "Are you going to continue to be volunteers, or are you going to find another job?"

Although these four synths were full of resentment about being fed truth serum not long ago, when they learned that they would not be disposed of and could still be treated as companions, the oldest synth had almost no hesitation and told everyone present that he hoped to continue to stay in the Volunteer Army.

Because the creed of the Minutemen has been deeply rooted in his heart, and after he learned that he was a synth, he was more convinced that the Minutemen would accept anyone in the wasteland who abides by the creed of the Minutemen.

Wyle was very conflicted about this matter. First, his troops had lost many brothers in the battle with the synths a month ago. Second, he was afraid that if this matter got out, it would affect the morale of the team and the attitude of the wasteland people towards the volunteers.

After all, every single one of the wasteland residents fears the third-generation synths like a tiger, even to the point of shuddering at the mere mention of them.

"I'm sorry, brother. I..." Wyle began to speak but stopped.

But at this moment, Hollis suddenly asked the synth: "Have you ever thought about forming a synthetic volunteer team and having you personally serve as the captain of this team?"

"Me? Captain?"

"Yes, it's you!" After that, Hollis asked the other three synths: "What about you? Do you still want to stay in the Volunteer Army?"

The three young men all scratched their heads, and the oldest one said sheepishly, "Actually... if I can't stay in the Volunteer Army, I don't know what to do next."

"I want to stay."

"Me too. If we can join the volunteer team formed by synths, there will be no problem even if we reveal our identities!"

"Right, right! As long as we can stay in the Volunteer Army, even if it's public... But I'm afraid someone will target us, or even attack us!"

So after discussion, the volunteer team composed of synths will still be established. But their identities will not be made public, and they will still be the same. Hollis and Wyle both promised that from the moment they stepped out of the base gate, they would not mention the four people's synth identities to anyone.

Hollis also promised that if there were other synths whose control chips could be damaged in their heads in the future, they would also be recommended to join this team.

And Wyle said: "Maybe, this is why you have always done better than me. If I were to elect a leader of the Volunteers again in the future, I would like to nominate you. At least you have done better than me... much better."

After Hollis and Wyle left, the head of the base scratched his head dazedly and asked, "So what have we been busy with these days?"

"Give benefits to the Wasteland Volunteers!" said a project leader with a smile.

The person in charge of the biological project emphasized: "The physical examination was quite successful, and we also collected genetic samples from the wasteland residents."

"But in terms of the academy and synths..."

"Isn't MRI quite useful?" Boss Cheng stopped picking at his fingernails and said seriously, "At least it proves that MRI can destroy the chip in the synths' brains. Although it can make them stupid for several days, I think the four of them can recover one after another, which means that this technology of using strong magnets to destroy the college's chips can continue to be used."

"agree!"

"agree!"

"I agree."

Boss Cheng nodded and said with a smile: "Since you have all decided, I will go back to cook!"

"What's for lunch today?" the person in charge asked.

"Spicy lamb ribs, braised lamb chops, dried cabbage stewed in lamb soup, spicy fried lamb offal, and the staple food is lamb rice!"

"Wow, why are we fighting with sheep again at noon today?"

Boss Cheng told them: "Your superior just sent it to me last night. If I don't hurry up and make it for you while it's fresh, can I keep it to myself and not give it to you..."

suddenly!

Ma Zhao rushed into the meeting room and reported: "Oh no! Our surveillance drone suddenly lost contact at an altitude of 5000 meters!"

"Lost contact?" the person in charge asked, "Did it crash due to a malfunction?"

"I thought it was, but then the second drone also lost contact in the same airspace as the first one! But this time the altitude was 500 meters!"

"Shot down by someone?"

"It seems... not." Ma Zhao put the tablet computer he brought on the table and explained: "The second drone was equipped with a high-definition camera to facilitate ground search. But not long after the drone lost contact again..."

Ma Zhao tapped a few times on the tablet.

“This is the last image captured by the drone’s camera before it was disconnected.”

The last image captured by the camera displayed on the tablet computer was of two big-headed green monsters wearing silver-grey coats!

0195 The little uniqueness of the toys

If the big green-headed monster on the tablet computer is not a prank or other well-intentioned joke, then the disappearance of the two drones is most likely directly related to the big green-headed monster on the screen!

Boss Cheng asked everyone: "Why is it a green big-headed monster instead of an alien?"

"Because we can't be sure whether these green things belong to mutant humans or aliens."

"Hey, it's already this time, there's no need to be so serious, right?"

But the head of the base insisted: "At all times, rigor and prudence must be the most indispensable in the process of seeking knowledge."

Ma Zhaoze asked the person in charge: "Should all the people who are out hide on the spot, or return to the base immediately?"

The person in charge was about to issue an order, requiring all the outgoing reconnaissance teams to return to the base immediately. But before he could issue the order, an alarm suddenly sounded from inside the "tomb", which only Boss Cheng was familiar with.

Boss Cheng looked out the window and found that the energy shield generator on the second floor of the hotel had popped out. Seeing this, Boss Cheng could only curse loudly. Then he asked the person in charge to immediately notify everyone in the base to go to Boss Cheng's hotel for refuge.

"Escape?"

The person in charge wanted to seek answers from Boss Cheng, but Boss Cheng only replied with two words - trust me!

So, when everyone in the base heard the strange alarm and received the evacuation order issued by the person in charge personally, they immediately put down all the work in their hands and ran towards Boss Cheng's small restaurant.

Brother Biao, who was washing vegetables in the kitchen, looked a little confused when he saw a group of people rushing towards the restaurant.

"It's not even noon yet, why are you all here? Boss, what's going on?"

"Can't you hear it in your store?" asked Boss Cheng.

Denise and Brother Biao both shook their heads in confusion.

"It's an alarm." Boss Cheng explained.

"What, what alarm?"

"Orbital Strike Alert!"

As soon as Boss Cheng's answer came out, it instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant! And this is exactly why people in 2024 don't understand this kind of alarm. After all, in the world of 2024, there is no orbital strike from outside the atmosphere, about 2000 kilometers above the ground.

The reason why Boss Cheng was familiar with it was because this voice had been heard from outside the window, from the radio, and from television before it was burned into glass in his hometown.

It's his nightmare!

【Beep! 】

[Risk Level: 7.0 ultra-high altitude energy strike is approaching! ]

[Estimated shield resistance time: 60 minutes]

[Please lower the rolling door immediately and be prepared for impact! ]

"Is there anyone who hasn't come yet?" The person in charge shouted in the hotel restaurant, "Check your colleagues in the same group immediately!"

However, at this moment, everyone saw through the window that a military off-road vehicle hurriedly drove into the base. Several UNSC soldiers jumped out of the car, dragged out an old lady, and ran towards Boss Cheng's restaurant.

"It's Teacher Ji Yuehua!"

but……

[The attack is about to arrive, please release immediately...]

"Unlock!"

Boss Cheng opened the door and prepared to use his ability to control space to pull the five people outside into the store. However, before Boss Cheng could do anything, a beam of high-energy particles suddenly broke through the base's lead-clad dome and shone squarely in front of the five people.

In just a blink of an eye, five living people were completely vaporized by high-energy particles, and the rolling door automatically fell before the shock wave arrived.

Rumbling and buzzing sounds continued outside the store, in stark contrast to the complete silence inside the store. In the darkness, Denise noticed that Boss Cheng's hands were shaking. She knew that the scene when the five people outside the store were vaporized just now had once again brought back the part of Boss Cheng's memory that he was most reluctant to recall.

It's PTSD! Boss Cheng's mild post-traumatic stress disorder has been activated again.

Except for Boss Cheng, no one else knew about the scene outside the store just now, which happened to overlap with the moment when Boss Cheng hid in the nuclear shelter and watched his family, neighbors and friends who were a step late being evaporated by the Covenant's plasma cannon.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

Although Boss Cheng's laughter was very cheerful, everyone noticed that underneath this cheerful laughter was Boss Cheng's increasingly fanatical and even crazy expression.

“Hey! Hey!” Denise shook Boss Cheng worriedly, “You…didn’t…”

"have what?"

Boss Cheng only thought he was smiling, but in the eyes of others, his expression was completely out of control. He even showed a tendency to become a "sea tiger".

In the project team, the members responsible for monitoring Boss Cheng's physical data have begun to ask the higher authorities whether to intervene in Boss Cheng's mental values.

"If there are no restrictions, I'm afraid that the Spartan who has been trapped in hell for 30 years will come back!"

But the answer given by the superior was: Let him make trouble!

The higher authorities even emphasized: "Some things are better to be vented than to be kept in your heart. Don't forget, he is also a human being!"

So, Boss Cheng no longer cared about the "Mountain Moving Faction" or the "Spaceship Faction". He boarded the Chunlan-class "Fxxk Kill 40000" with Sweet Cheese, who had awakened to the mad dog mode. Then, one man, one "cat", and seven tied-together warships, they headed straight out of the atmosphere at more than eight times the speed of sound.

On two alien warships at an altitude of about 3400 kilometers above the ground, the alien commander was celebrating the successful sneak attack plan!