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

"Cross-check the scan data to make sure their brain neurological scans meet the required accuracy."

“But the experiment still failed.”

"It's not my fault." Raphael looked at the various pastries piled on Lingyin's plate and couldn't help but feel that the humanoid's bionic system was working hard.

The 3D reconstruction based on scans of the human brain has never gone wrong. In theory, as long as all the characteristics of neurons can be simulated, the simulation system can basically have processing capabilities.

But when it comes to actual implementation, there are always many unexpected and jaw-dropping problems.

Rafael's breakfast was pretty standard: toast, yogurt, sausages and bacon, and an unlimited supply of bad instant coffee.

After just one look, Lingyin began to hate the German dining philosophy - eating is for living.

This is the traditional meal provided in the morning, whether it is the institute’s staff cafeteria or restaurants outside.

Unless they specifically go looking for "novel" food, such as cheap Vietnamese food, modified Chinese food, Turkish food, Mexican, or even Indian, Italian, Spanish, etc.

At noon, most people choose to eat at restaurants outside, but the food still looks pale - sandwiches, fruits or salads.

But in the evening, the things that had been around for a long time came back, such as beef offal, roast chicken, the inevitable sausages, bread, stewed potatoes, roast pork knuckle, and salad.

If possible, Lingyin recommends having a glass of craft beer.

Compared to Italy, Spain, France and Japan, German food is less and less tasty.

Lingyin kept talking about how she really hated German dining habits, although American food was only slightly better from a hellish level.

"...How long are we going to stay here?" she asked finally.

"I don't know, but at least we need to see some initial results from the work here."

"How long will it take?"

Lingyin felt that she had lost motivation, and days like this with nothing to do seemed a bit like torture.

"Hey Hey hey!"

At this time, Fei Niao rushed in dragging the puppet figure No. 4, whose name had not yet been found.

She threw away her usual indifferent demeanor and yelled at Raphael, paying no attention to the looks from other people in the restaurant.

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Chapter 6 Northern Lights 1

The Norwegian Defense Forces deployed the royal backup helicopter as promised. The heavy snow did not stop, but the weather was much better than yesterday.

Such a large import business agreement is enough to interest everyone, not just Norwegians who are sitting in front of the TV waiting, but also many news media reporters and their teams from all over the world, as well as intelligence collectors who disguised themselves as reporters to enter the venue to watch the records. They are also looking forward to it.

After the establishment of the new Soviet Union, its senior government officials appeared publicly in other countries for the first time. Even if they were only responsible for the trade exports this time, it was enough to arouse the curiosity of countless people who cared about the new Soviet Union.

They were eager to know how similar this new Soviet Union was to the old one.

"It's so cold."

Jennifer stood up. The biting cold wind made her stamp her feet, as if this could drive away the chill that was creeping all over her body.

"Luckily it didn't rain today," said photographer Freud. He was wearing a thick coat and standing in the media area of ​​the press conference, looking at the central area. The place was decorated in a royal style. Freud's poor literary memory could not make him say exquisite praises, but he thought it was only necessary to know that it must be very expensive to arrange such an event.

The weather is really cold. The weather forecast says that today's highest temperature will not even reach 0 degrees Celsius, and the current temperature is still a long way from the most optimistic estimate, and the sun still needs to work harder.

Cold air is coming in from the icy polar circle, and the only benefit this cold air brings is clearing up the weather.

Floyd looked to the northwest and could see that the snow on the top of the mountain outside the city of Oslo seemed to have been torn into pieces of white cloth by the strong wind.

Never mind, the ceremony was still a long time away. The king's helicopter was nowhere to be seen, nor were the cars of the senior parliamentary officials. It was too early.

Floyd blew out a puff of white air, opened the car door and nimbly got into the broadcast vehicle, turning up the heater to the maximum with the fastest hand speed to satisfy his lover.

After a few minutes, Jennifer couldn't wait any longer and opened the door and got in.

"Is the satellite link ready, Russell?"

"Okay." Russell, a TV station communications engineer with a cigarette in his mouth, patted his chest, indicating that everything was under control.

"That's fine."

At this time, several patrolling Norwegian police passed by. After simply checking the license plate and the identities of the three TV station members, they let them go.

The police's actions seemed unprofessional, but in fact, within a few brief conversations, they had already determined that the three people were harmless.

At this time, there were still about 3 hours before the signing ceremony started, and traffic leading to the venue was still sparse.

The police mostly stood on the side of the road doing nothing.

At this moment, Russell noticed that a bloated broadcast vehicle had arrived on the road they had walked on earlier - the press lane that led journalists to the media-only parking lot. There were not only police patrols, but also Norwegian Defense Force guards checking personnel identities and vehicles.

The broadcast vehicle was unexpectedly stopped.

The Wehrmacht soldiers grabbed all the guys inside and took them out of the car. No matter how they explained, they couldn't impress the soldiers who detained them.

Russell recorded this little episode. Excellent media people can grasp every news point.

This episode passed quickly, and he finished editing this short news on the computer. In order to attract attention, he added words such as "terrorists" and "attacks" to portray the super trade between Norway and the new Soviet Union in a very negative light.

His logic in the text message was that if there had not been this deal, the beautiful city of Oslo would not have been targeted by supporters of terrorism and religious extremism, and Norway would not have needed to use manpower, material and financial resources to do such a meaningless thing.

Finally, he concluded by saying that the new Soviet Union’s general-purpose industrial robots can only perform some low-end manual work, such as maintaining railways, and have no value for large-scale use at all.

As for the event that this short news was supposed to report, it was just a vehicle for outputting opinions. No one would care about the fate of those people, nor would anyone care about their real purpose.

He's not the only media outlet doing this, so it's no big deal.

In Russell's view, this is just a very basic journalistic technique. What is really subtle is the fight between the two major media outlets, and behind those two major media outlets stands the same capital.

……

Another entrance to the media-only parking lot.

A gray light truck slowly approached, white smoke was emitted from its wheels, and it stopped steadily before hitting the railing. The driver was a veteran who had been on the road for many years and had an extremely accurate grasp of the distance and vehicle performance.

The driver slowly rolled down the window and took out his ID without waiting for the guard to call.

"Hello," the driver said.

Although Dawkins, a soldier of the Norwegian Defense Force, came from a small country town, he shuddered and then pulled himself together from his fatigue.

He was in charge of guarding the entrance for the news media and VIPs. He was on guard here because he had the least experience, and all the senior soldiers got the posts with heating.

"Who are you?" Dawkins asked.

"Technicians," the driver replied casually, "This is the entrance for the media only, right?"

"Yes, but your names are not on my list."

There were limited spaces in the parking lot, and Dawkins couldn't let the car in for any moral or logical reasons - VIPs wouldn't drive trucks to the scene.

"The radio system in area B of the venue is broken," the driver explained with a gesture, "The maintenance department asked us to send this spare system over."

“No one told me you were coming,” Dawkins said.

"No one notified us to deliver this thing before 6 o'clock last night." The driver said, waving his work log excitedly, "Please help me, I won't stay in the parking lot, I just want to go through and take a shortcut. You know, if I go around from the outside, I will have to burn diesel for another half an hour!"

“Why not just apply for air transport?”

"Can our company afford the cost of applying for air transport by the National Defense Forces?" the driver asked angrily. He said helplessly, "Brother, how about you open the cargo box and check it?"

"It sounds like that..."

The guard's tone wavered. The driver took out a pack of cigarette banknotes and clasped them in his palm, then waved to the guard: "This is urgent, buddy, help me."

"Please go back and enter through the venue's dedicated logistics entrance."

The driver realized that he had made the wrong move and backed up, cursing under his breath.

Chapter 7 Northern Lights 2

Dawkins watched the delivery truck drive away, glanced at his watch, and wrote down the vehicle's license plate information in his log book, making a detailed record.

For some reason, the captain asked him to record the arrival time of every visitor and every car, no matter how big or small.

He thinks there is nothing wrong with doing so, but some of his brothers would complain about it, saying that those officials are making a fuss out of nothing.

After a long while, Dawkins realized that something was wrong. Why did the truck that just drove in go in the direction of the VIP parking lot? If it wanted to repair the equipment in Area B of the venue, it should drive into the venue from the east road instead of taking a shortcut from the VIP parking lot... because the actual distance of the east road would be shorter.

This is really strange.

Dawkins wrote down his confusion truthfully, intending to pass it on to whoever takes over later.

At this moment, a Lincoln business car happened to drive in, and the license plate and the corresponding passenger's name and identity position were recorded in Dawkins' file.

This was a being he just couldn't afford to offend.

Dawkins waved his baton and directed the car to enter the VIP parking lot.

These distinguished guests entered the venue so early, probably not to experience the bitter cold of winter outside like him, but to sit in the VIP box and drink a few glasses of liquor early.

No matter whether they are big shots or ordinary people, they cannot resist the attack of alcohol. When they are drunk, they all show the same ugly behavior, they are all a bunch of bastards. Dawkins thought that the American author named "Hemingway" was right, the rich just have more money, their souls are just as ugly.

500 meters away, the truck stopped. The driver turned off the engine and pulled the handbrake. He jumped out of the cab and got into the cargo box under the unhappy eyes of the patrol police on the roadside.

The ceremony was scheduled to begin at 3:20 p.m. local time. In his judgment, anything important would always be delayed, so he set the start time at 4:30 p.m. and the detonation time at 4:40 p.m.

The driver opened the box, and a faint green light dispelled the darkness of the cargo box, and rows of hard glass storage tanks appeared before his eyes.

"...So beautiful." he murmured.

These high-concentration collapse fluids stored in special equipment are just side dishes, which are only used to increase the area of ​​pollution. The real killer is still inside - the collapsed storage lattice taken from the Xinfushan ruins - the ultra-high concentration collapse fluid left by the previous civilization.

No one knew that there had been a theft at the Nobuoyama ruins.

Now that hellhole has gone to heaven, and the people who knew the case have become brainless ELID infected creatures, who do nothing but stare blankly and cause destruction every day. It is simply a fantasy to investigate these things from them, which is no less than making the universe explode again.

Detonating the lattice is difficult, but that doesn't bother him.

The violent northwest wind shook the car body, and it would be a bit too luxurious to install a sophisticated stabilization server.

He suddenly thought, is this enough? It's just a collapse liquid storage lattice. No matter how powerful the explosion is, it can't pose a threat to Europe.

He quickly reviewed everything he had done. In fact, he checked every operation that required attention hundreds of times, and everything was ready as a matter of course.

Would the organization let the preparations that have lasted for several years go to waste? Probably not, there must be other groups.

However, he still couldn't imagine what scale of explosion would be needed to plunge Europe into chaos.

The driver checked all the test circuits one last time. Everything was normal. The temperature would not affect the battery. He connected the wires to the timer. His hands were frozen and shaking with excitement.

That was it. The driver closed the lid and started the crude timer switch.

Then he took out the roadblock warning cones and placed them hundreds of meters back along the road.

There were many vehicles with various breakdowns on the main road to the venue. Not only this truck, but also many large satellite broadcasting vehicles equipped with giant dish antennas, all parked on the side of the road.

At this time, the truck driver had already got into the vehicle to pick up his companions.

"How about it?"

"smoothly."

"Then let's go."

Thinking of interrupting the efforts of the new Soviet Union and Norway to ease their relations, they couldn't help laughing. The joy that came from the bottom of their hearts rose up, and the wrinkles on their faces were straightened out.

How could Europe achieve détente with the Nordic barbarians? Absolutely not.

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The parking lot outside the venue was quickly filled with cars. What Dawkins didn't expect was that before the ceremony officially started, there were no vacancies in the VIP parking lot.