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

"The waves on the sea are quite big, let's start the ascent." Quincy raised his hand and grabbed the handrail on the ceiling of the command room, then glanced at the indicator in front of the helmsman.

As if to confirm his words, the submarine shook violently at this moment. The reading displayed on the depth gauge just entered the depth that made the submarine shake with the waves.

Throughout the submarine, officers and soldiers rolled their eyes and complained.

People could hear the submarine moving, but the scenery they saw was motionless. They shook their heads subconsciously, as if to shake the little bugs that tormented them out of their minds.

"We have ascended to a depth of 20 meters, sir."

"very good."

"Command room, sonar room reporting, we haven't heard any other strange underwater friends nearby."

"Okay, raise the high-frequency antenna, raise the periscope."

"Periscope up."

"Oh, that's great."

The captain exclaimed as soon as he put his hand on the periscope's control handle. The force of the waves hitting the top of the periscope was transmitted all the way through the mirror to his hand.

He leaned over and looked out through the eyepiece.

"We're picking up a UHF signal, sir," the communications officer reported.

"Yes, I hope it's an exercise, Amen." The captain made the sign of the Holy Cross with his left hand on his chest.

Just as he was about to continue joking, the communications officer rushed out of the small communications room, with a fresh bump on his forehead that was bleeding.

"Captain, we are in trouble."

"how?"

“It’s not a drill.”

"What did you say?"

"Level 2 defense alert, sir." The communications officer noticed the captain's expression and gritted his teeth and said, "We must be ready to launch the Trident II."

"what?"

The captain glanced at the report. The order was brief and concise, but enough to make people frightened.

"What happened?" He handed the telegram to Quincy.

"Level 2 defense alert status... I'll go get the deputy captain. Two people must be present at the same time to launch the Trident."

Quincy's footsteps gradually faded away, and the entire command room suddenly fell silent, with everyone looking at each other.

The second-level defense alert order almost means that the homeland may be attacked, which requires all troops to be deployed on combat readiness. War is imminent.

This was the first time in all their years of military career that they had received such an important order.

At this level, war is no longer considered a possible threat and all that is left is the order to fire.

……

After receiving the order, the soldiers at the National Military Command Center conveyed the order to the regular troops according to the set plan.

Pre-recorded orders can be sent directly to all units, which means down to the division and brigade level for the Army, the air wing for the Air Force, and the squadron level for the Navy.

All conventional forces will be placed on Level 3 defensive alert.

U.S. military forces stationed around the world were immediately put on alert.

Those troops that are normally on high alert are the ones that respond most quickly.

However, when the mobilization order fell into Raphael's hands, she was also surprised.

Was this an overreaction? she wondered.

It just exploded in Scandinavia and affected half of Eastern Europe.

Since the U.S. military has issued a mobilization order, I think the Russians are almost the same.

The Eastern European countries are the ones who are really unlucky. Inexplicable disasters befell them without any warning.

Raphael asked Fei Niao to get something to eat, then walked out of the office assigned to him by the institute and climbed to the fourth floor in a blink of an eye.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling window that allows employees passing by the institute to look out at the forest in the distance. Usually, many researchers come here to relax, drink coffee, etc.

When Raphael walked up, there were only a few people sitting on the chairs taking a rest.

It's normal that there are few people here at this time today. Many researchers participating in the brain neural simulation reproduction experiment are at their workstations, keeping a close eye on the various parameters fed back by the supercomputer during the calculations.

Rest? It's already this late, and you still want to rest! Is this the time to rest?

In the distance, the cooling towers for the supercomputers hummed so loudly that the whole house shook as if it were being tossed by huge waves.

If we didn't know that there was no problem with the structural design of the institute, the shaking chandelier above our heads and the tremors under our feet would be enough to make us terrified.

Chapter 20 Troublesome Child

After arriving here, whenever the temperature drops, the air inside the institute will be heated to a scorching level.

The originally cold air quickly heated up under the heating of the central air conditioner, and in a blink of an eye it became a temperature that made people sweat profusely.

After taking off her heavy winter clothes, the little girl put the coffee on the small round table, took out several sugar cubes like a magic trick, and threw them all into the steaming mug.

After doing all this, she sat down and let out a breath.

“It feels like today is also a very boring day.”

The girl followed her father to Frankfurt and became a frequent visitor to the institute. Recently, she has even shown a tendency to stay there for a long time.

The small house rented in the suburbs has become a warehouse for unused items.

It was an extremely quiet house - it felt like a holiday villa, but was actually a small single-family house - surrounded by quiet nature, and the air was not as polluted as in the city.

But this year is a cold winter that occurs rarely in a century, and heating is a problem for people living in the suburbs.

However, the Neuroscience Research Institute solved the winter heating problem for the father and daughter.

However, in such severe cold, the sound of music could be heard from the back yard of the institute from time to time.

The timbre is accurate and the intervals are beautifully controlled, but it sounds emotionless, as if it were played by a robot.

If the player can understand and match the mood of the song, he should be able to play better...

She drank the coffee in one gulp. The warm brown liquid was so sweet that the girl couldn't help but squint her eyes.

After all, thinking requires energy. A cup of hot coffee and enough sugar cubes can provide enough energy and refreshing caffeine with just a little decomposition.

If glucose cubes didn't have a taste, she would prefer to use glucose cubes instead of sugar cubes.

Compared to sugar cubes, the latter can be directly absorbed by the blood and then broken down into energy needed by the brain - it is efficient and convenient, and can also reduce the burden on the body, it is simply killing two birds with one stone.

The girl followed the sound from the house to the backyard to take a look and found a rather unexpected scene.

The long light brown hair is soft and flowing, with a few slightly curly chestnut hair hanging on the forehead to form a hairstyle called "air bangs", which looks like it was completely untidy when I woke up in the morning.

His eyes were completely light blue, and his pupils were looking seriously at the music stand.

She played the instrument very seriously, and her fingers moved smoothly on the keys of the flute. Even to an outsider, the sound was breathtakingly beautiful.

In addition to the feminine elegance, it also has a bit of masculine style.

She has a pretty appearance with almost no flaws, and she is the source of the music.

What really made the girl feel out of place were the three people not far away...

“What an amazing mom to give birth to quadruplets,” she exclaimed.

You should know that during a woman's pregnancy, the fertilized egg splits into four parts or four sperm react with four egg cells to produce fertilized eggs, and four children will be born at the same time.

According to the birth probability, quadruplets of different genders occur once every 70.5 births in the world, while quadruplets of all boys or all girls occur once every 352.5 million births.

Those three were different. They all had pistols in their hands, and there were many targets standing in the distance.

Although there are many armed security guards in the institute, most of them carry Taser electric shock guns in their holsters, not real guns powered by gunpowder gas.

Are they the guards here? They don't look like that...

Perhaps it was the first time she had seen such a scene, the girl was so engrossed in it that she forgot the agreed time to have lunch with her father.

When she came to her senses, the girl found that the woman playing the flute had disappeared, and only the music stand and the music score remained.

"Um... may I ask who you are?"

"!"

The girl covered her hot cheeks with her hands, perhaps because the heater was too hot or because she was embarrassed by the impoliteness of looking directly at him.

Raphael sighed. There wouldn't be such a young child in the research institute. He could only be the son of a researcher.

"Your face is red, are you okay?"

Seeing the older sister leaning over to observe her expression, the girl couldn't help but take a half step back.

But Raphael completely ignored the girl's reaction and just covered her forehead with his hand.

"I don't think I have a fever."

"Yes, that's right, I'm... totally fine."

"That's it."

When Raphael pulled his hand away, the girl finally relaxed her tense body, but her heart was still beating fast.

"Am I terrible?" Raphael looked at his hands and the sterling silver flute he was holding carefully in confusion.

"...No, it's just that I'm staring at you like this...it's offensive. I'm very sorry."

The girl calmed down and spoke quite politely.

Raphael took a look and took the initiative to say:

"Nice to meet you. You must be the child of a researcher. Don't run around and make your mom and dad unable to find you. My name is Raphael, and I work here."

The girl looked away. Which researcher would go outside to play the flute during working hours, and play it so well?

It's basically impossible, even for a genius.

Scientific research requires a lot of energy, and so does instrumental practice.

In addition, the outdoor temperature is below zero.

This sister who called herself an angel didn't seem to have any signs of erosion from wind, frost or cold, which was totally abnormal.

Moreover, she appeared at an academic research venue with a flute in her hand, which made her look out of place in the surroundings.

No matter how hard I try, I can't come up with a suitable explanation!

"Hello... Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Pascalia."

The girl was awkward for a few seconds, then responded: "Sis, you didn't tell me your last name, so I only told you this."

"Awkward little brat."

Raphael took a closer look. The little girl had rainbow hair draped over her shoulders, was taller than other girls her age, and had fair little hands sticking out of her well-tailored winter dress.

As such, she will definitely be a woman that many men will miss in the future.

"Okay, what's your father's name?"

Raphael glanced at his watch, took out his cell phone, and solemnly sent a text message to the three little ones who were practicing pistol shooting in the snow, saying "Go home after get off work."

"..."

"Tsk, you troublesome little devil."

If she didn't want to talk, that was fine. She didn't want to know. So regardless of whether the girl was willing or not, he took her hand and walked towards the security room of the institute.

Anyway, that’s how lost kids are handled in those big shopping malls: take the child there, then call the parents’ names through the PA system, and finally get a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

"let me go!"

The human cub struggled, but the force of tossing and pulling was no match for the bionic humanoid.

—What cold hands, Pascalia thought.

Chapter 21 Alternatives

When the PA system called out the name "Little Pascalia's father", the girl's awkward face suddenly fell, and she seemed to feel too embarrassed, and covered her face completely with her hands.