Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

There is absolutely no disparaging intention here, just a realistic description. Compared with Philip, Dr. Blakelyn is not a tough guy at all.

The scalpel wasn't even taken out yet. After Raphael took the archival materials and photos of his recent movements, he began to cry bitterly and begged her repeatedly not to kill him.

In the most derogatory sense, he is a ballless profiteer.

Respect gained because of intellectual status is in stark contrast to beings like Raphael, who earned their status through words and deeds.

In such a rather harsh environment for them, her reputation was what her two younger sisters valued most.

From this perspective, Blakelin is actually a very poor person. He has few spiritual anchors, which makes it difficult for him to maintain a consistent state when facing danger.

Raphael was born to fight, but the Doctor exists to manage and take care of his career.

Although he is a very professional professor, he is also an ambitious person.

In recent years, the New York Times has always wanted to publish some critical articles, exposing the corruption problems that occurred in the institute under Blakelin, as well as many misdeeds of snatching the first authorship of students' articles.

But these public attacks did not shake his position. Rafael speculated that this senator who should be related to the robotics industry had an unusual connection.

The director is clearly more concerned with political status than the academic work he should be focusing on.

Whatever made him who he was, whoever he knew at Camp David or in Boston’s new corridors of power on Capitol Hill, Raphael had already determined that he would have no new political life.

They were all going to die, and something as illusory as political life had no meaning to Blakelin.

"...Hmm."

Lingyin leaned against the wall of the carriage, and when she heard the sound of struggle, she raised her foot and kicked it. The humanoid caterpillar immediately groaned, and its tense body immediately went limp.

She reached out and patted the seat in front of her, saying softly, "We're not killing you right now because it's too troublesome to deal with corpses in the city. Be quiet, and you'll die more easily when the time comes."

Raphael heard Lingyin's words and added fuel to the fire with a smile:

"Don't be so cruel, Lingyin. I'm not a bloodthirsty killer. I hope the doctor can help me more. If you feel comfortable, I can also get what I need. This is called win-win cooperation. This is called 'win-win'. It's just that I win twice."

"Ugh——!"

Blakelyn twisted and struggled desperately, as if struggling hard would surely bring about a miracle.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Two police cars just passed by, and they were chasing the SUV that violated the traffic rules and caused an accident ahead with sirens blaring," Raphael said provocatively.

The humanoid caterpillar couldn't move anymore.

Lingyin poked it with the silencer of the UMP45 submachine gun, but still didn't get much feedback, as if it had turned into completely rotten meat.

She found it very strange. How could a person be so calm when he knew he was about to be executed?

"You are pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth?" she asked. "Do you know that Miss Ruthie has told you everything?"

Raphael was sitting in the front, his cheeks flushed, as he was amused by Lingyin's actions.

Blakelin had plastic waste stuffed in his mouth and his mouth was sealed with duct tape.

He could only make a few grunting sounds with his throat, and it was really difficult to ask him to say anything.

Obviously, Lingyin did not understand Mr. Blacklin's difficulties. Instead, she kept talking about all kinds of nonsense. When she talked about something she was not satisfied with, she would poke him a few times with the muzzle of the gun.

She wasn't bored, but wanted to confirm whether the guy was dead or not while torturing him verbally.

If he died like this, it would be a shame for Raphael's recent surveillance and tracking, and for Asuka's hard work in searching for information.

Lingyin thought so as she continued to harass the disheartened captives on the road out of the city.

Unable to bear the annoyance, Blacklin opened his eyes, looked in horror, and twisted his body to try to get away from the plague god.

He wished to get out of here, to have the walls of the carriage protect him from what seemed to be pure rage incarnate.

Lingyin looked at him coldly.

That look left Blacklin no doubt that this puppet figure, whose name was either "Lingyin" or "Feiniao", would kill him without hesitation and leave him to die on the floor of the cargo box.

Her eyes were cold, and Blakelyn could only think of one word: death.

Although the weather was warm, Blakelyn was sweating profusely and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

He knew that the tactical doll was a bad decision, and now the retribution was coming to him.

"I'm sorry, following me always makes you go through unnecessary battles..." Raphael started the topic in a comforting manner, saying to Lingyin who was forced to sit in the back and face the prisoners.

Lingyin looked out through the rear window and only then she realized that it was raining outside.

She simply ignored Raphael's nonsense. She looked up at the sky and muttered to herself, "When did it start to rain?"

"Lingyin, didn't you notice? It suddenly started to rain heavily an hour ago, but now it's lighter."

“It’s been a long time since it rained so quietly.”

Lingyin looked up at the gray sky where silent drizzle was falling, and squatted in front of the car window to give her eyes a temporary rest.

She looked around, and the mist rising from the ground gradually made it difficult for her to see the world 20 meters away.

"Has the data been sent to Fei Niao?" Ling Yin asked.

"It's all in the past. But it's not what we wanted. We have to wait for Asuka to verify it."

"...Do we really have a chance?" Lingyin lowered her head, twisted her fingers together, and calculated the risks she would have to take if she was exposed.

"Why do you think so?"

"It always feels like... like a test."

"Yeah, I know." Raphael knew it well, "Harry won't let us completely lose control."

"So what's the reason for doing this...?"

“That’s what he wanted, too.”

"what?!"

Chapter 187 Where to go?

The car jolted forward, making a creaking sound.

Lingyin, who had been guarding the prisoners earlier, stood on a metal platform in the middle of the car that was higher than the seats. She was bored and turned the rotating plate of the roof turret, enjoying the cool breeze blowing in her face.

A Humvee like this would have been equipped with either a .50 caliber M2HB machine gun or a MK-19 grenade launcher, more commonly referred to as an "M-19."

The .50 caliber M2HB machine gun is a heavy weapon with a barrel about 1 meter long. Any ammunition used can destroy a car or truck 1 kilometer away, but it cannot deal with a tank.

The M-19 grenade launcher, which resembles a tennis ball-throwing machine on a tennis court, fires rifle grenades at a rate of about one per second. These grenades also have an effective range of about 1 kilometer.

Such heavy weapons can kill ground infantry and destroy bunkers or old brick and concrete structures, but they cannot be used to stop tanks or large-scale mechanized forces.

Unless Raphael intends to confront the US military head-on within the United States, she would not install these things and show them off.

Although the vehicle information and photos showed that it was a military vehicle, its conspicuous appearance and wide body made it receive a lot of special attention from state and city police on the road.

There are 4.5 human figures in two cars, which sounds like a lot of space, but in fact there is not much room left for them.

Each was bulky, as they wore helmets, tactical vests, and hiking boots.

The vehicle was filled with military ration boxes, several five-gallon buckets of water, diesel fuel, more than 5 grenades, thousands of rifle and machine-gun bullets, special smoke and thermite rounds, several pounds of C-300 plastic explosives, Kramer mines, camouflage netting, two spare tires, car parts, engine oil and filters, two sets of tools, screw cutters, several bundles of rope, two fire extinguishers, five personal gear rucksacks, lighting equipment, hundreds of spare batteries for the MPU-4 radio, shovels, picks, and telescopic hammers.

In addition, four AT-4 anti-tank rockets were hung with parachute ropes under the shed behind the car, and those things kept hitting the car body as it vibrated.

Boom boom boom, it’s so noisy that it’s killing me.

It was pitch black inside and outside the car. For obvious reasons, no one had turned on the headlights during the high-speed maneuver, and all the mirrors were covered with tarps.

Because there are three electronic controllers stacked on the center console, each as big as an old-fashioned CD player, the only visible part of the instrument panel is the fuel level.

The two Hummers in the front and back are enough to control the safety of the convoy, and the sedan in the middle is forced to limit its speed to 65 km/h.

Raphael and Lingyin both have walkie-talkies installed in their helmets, which allow them to communicate not only within the team, but also with the car in the middle and the drone pilots providing air protection.

It can be said that communication - radio communication - is as important to the survival of the squad as the weapons in the squad's possession.

But radio contacts hardly function as they should.

Electromagnetic interference, sunspot activity, and even terrain changes are constantly interfering with radio. In addition, the radios in each unit's communication network rely on encrypted codes, which need to be constantly loaded and synchronized.

The whole system is prone to poor communications, dead batteries, software glitches, and gunfire, and the only explanations users get are:

"Some of these users are mentally retarded and frequently change the frequency without informing anyone."

Even at critical moments, the radio would disappear quietly.

In order to avoid such sudden situations, Raphael and Asuka not only gave orders or asked questions using microphones at the same time, but also used a humanoid network to synchronize data.

Fortunately, Puppet Miss No. 4, who has not yet been given a name, is very interested in wireless communications and is a bit of a genius in this area.

Although she always took a mocking attitude towards everything - this was greatly influenced by Fei Niao's attitude towards her at the beginning. After all, it was the direct trigger for her running around these days.

However, after they reunited, Lingyin gave a very good evaluation of the ignorant No. 4, believing that she was the most capable member of the team and their best sister.

This resulted in No. 4 being very cold towards Asuka. If given the chance, she would always follow behind Suzune, following her closely like a little tail.

In addition, she has an extensive knowledge of encryption procedures and a unique talent, or irrational intuition, for tinkering with faulty radio equipment.

She would pull out all the cables and lick the plugs with the tip of her tongue, all in poor lighting without the ability to use night vision mode.

When Asuka saw No. 4's behavior, he scolded him a few times and then completely gave up the idea of ​​correcting him.

Rafael looked into the darkness through the night vision goggles mounted on the front of his helmet - in order to appear more human and to reassure certain special people - and could not tell whether the car in front was 30 meters or 50 meters away, nor could he tell whether the black shape on the road was a barrel or a hole.

The night vision was terrible and looked terrible. All I could see through it was a blurry, greenish image of the road ahead with no sense of depth.

If there is a campfire on the side of the road or a car's headlights flash, the person wearing this outdated night vision goggles will temporarily be unable to see anything.

Raphael took off his night vision goggles and stood on the roof to set up the XM250 light machine gun while Lingyin threw away the garbage.

Because the diesel engines of the Hummer convoy were very loud and there was a mountain wind blowing outside, the radio somehow became intermittent. In addition, the distance to the possible danger zone was getting closer and closer, so when the entire convoy wanted to communicate, everyone in the car had to raise their voices.

In fact, the current situation is quite funny. Raphael's actions did not escape the notice of Director Harry B. Carnegie, but he did not step forward to stop him, nor did he set a trap.

He just sat on the platform and watched coldly.

If the humanoid wants to obtain data about the body, then go ahead and try.

In Harry's view, everything continues to develop and move forward, especially the application of technology.

If we cling to backward things and try to use them to control intelligent creatures, it will only create gaps, cracks, and even hostility that goes deep into the bone marrow.

After "Raphael" woke up from his human body, he has been observing the daily life of this unnatural individual, and has been observing for 9 years to date.

He had now stated with great certainty that Raphael's mental, emotional, and moral level were no different from those of purely natural human beings.

Based on this judgment - and in fact, there have been hints given by Raphael through his actions in recent times. Harry realized that the deformed two-way relationship built on "parts" and "maintenance" in the past was about to come to an end - he decided to make a certain degree of concessions.

So, he first wrote a letter in the tone of "father", gave her a second, more professional performance-level sterling silver flute, and told her that it was meaningless to eliminate the researcher involved and obtain his physical data from him.

Just when Raphael entered the "subway, old man, mobile phone.jpg" state, she received a data package worth tens of billions.

This data package contains not only the body design data of the bionic humanoid, but also the processing technology and material selection data of various components.

Now the ball was back at Raphael's feet. This detailed information made her realize that the body used by the humanoid was not that simple.

Raphael also realized that what she was thinking of might be what Harry wanted her to think of.

There was another problem that she had never considered before, which was that the leakage of this information would inevitably lead to disaster.

Even if she did it in a private way, by constantly splitting up the data and forwarding it to different manufacturers for production, thus avoiding the risk of data leakage, the time expenditure incurred in actual maintenance was still unbearable.

Also, why would a manufacturer with this kind of material production technology make an extra mold just for these tiny parts of yours?

What’s even more terrible is that the bionic material used for the exterior is still in the trial production stage.

There is still a long way to go before the design requirements are met.

There are countless ways to leave DARPA and the United States, but where can they get materials like this? This is what Harry told her through the complete body data.

The personal letter ended with "What are you going to do, Raphael?"

Chapter 188 Sudden

Harry sat in the car, seemingly falling into a deep sleep due to fatigue caused by the long journey, but in fact he was always paying attention to the movements of the two Hummers in front and behind.

He believes that some researchers in the project team did go too far, but "Raphael"'s response was equally outrageous.

Even though clever language was used to embellish the matter, evidence was gradually received showing that some people sold the information out of desire for power and money, but those cunning people who are good at scheming could not be fooled.