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

That pouting look is so funny.

Seeing the unstoppable smile on Raphael's face, Pascalia couldn't help but stomping her feet repeatedly, as if she could crush him to death.

However, Raphael, the instigator, no longer restrained his expression and smiled at the girl's various shameful and angry movements.

Well, cute, but without a head.

Raphael smiled and waved goodbye to her, "I'm leaving first."

"Hey, don't leave!"

Raphael's eyes widened when he heard that, then his expression softened.

"hehe."

A silver bell-like laughter that tickled the eardrums escaped from Raphael's lips. He stood up and nodded to the two men and women in dark security uniforms.

She looked down at Pascalia who was still sitting, and the warmth in his eyes made her stunned.

"They are all very reliable people, and your father has just been contacted. He will be coming over from the No. 2 control room in the East Building soon. Don't worry."

Raphael ruffled the girl's red hair in a friendly manner, and left the broadcasting room amid her awkward and reluctant look.

As soon as I left the broadcasting room, Lingyin's teasing voice floated over from the side.

"I can't stand it... You really have a bad taste, Raphael."

At this time, they seemed to have finished their pistol shooting practice and came up with their own unique and playful smiles.

Puppet No. 4, who named himself "Sapphire", huddled behind Lingyin and asked cautiously:

"So, the host prefers younger ones?"

Asuka first denied the two's speculations and calmly pointed out that Raphael had an extraordinary concern for his classmates who were originally from the wind orchestra club of a certain high school in Kyoto.

Not only did we send out an emergency warning signal at the time of the incident, we also properly handled the procedures for it to leave the Okinawa Islands.

Although the two of them rarely have contact at present, based on her observation of Raphael's daily life behavior, there is about a 70% chance that the senior of the wind band club named "Takimoto Yuzuki" is Raphael's sweetheart.

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Hearing Fei Niao's serious nonsense, Raphael almost believed it.

And how did you calculate this crappy probability? It must be just nonsense...

"Hey, how was your practice today? Are you used to these extreme weather conditions?"

"It's not bad, except that the AREX pistols had four ejection failures in the sub-zero environment."

Lingyin put away her sly expression and continued very seriously:

"After all, the average temperature today is minus 19 degrees Celsius, so the failure rate is within an acceptable range."

Low temperature will affect the performance of metal and lubricating oil and the size of the gap in the bolt structure, resulting in increased resistance of the bolt, bolt jamming, various adhesions, failure to extract the shell when firing, inadequate recoil and return, jamming, reduced accuracy, and breakage of parts, thereby shortening the life of the firearm or making it impossible to fire.

Gun oil will become extremely viscous, increase its kinematic viscosity or even freeze at low temperatures, causing increased friction between components, incomplete recoil and return of the bolt, and even partial deformation after firing, making it difficult to fire again.

Even in low temperature conditions several bullets were fired.

Because gunpowder generates a lot of heat, the temperature of the barrel rises sharply, and a large amount of water vapor appears around it, causing the barrel to cool down rapidly, which can easily cause frost, deformation of parts, or even breakage.

Raphael casually opened one of the guns and saw that there was indeed a lot of frost on the gun body. So she asked:

"Do you think it needs to be changed?"

"Although AREX products are well-known in the firearms market for their cost-effectiveness and reliability, if this kind of weather continues and the temperature continues to drop, then we will have to replace the old famous guns."

"What about the alternatives?"

"H&K USP.45, Sig P-226, CZ P-09, or other companies' old battle-tested products. First of all, I don't like the M1911. It's too complicated."

Finally, Lingyin added:

"I would rather use a standard weapon, a rifle, than a pistol."

"I want to use the XM20, it has more ammunition and greater power!" Lu Hui raised his hand and said, his eyes as clean as a child's, pure and innocent.

"No way."

Raphael rejected the kid's proposal with a stern face, thinking that Luhui was a bit too radical.

This is Frankfurt, Germany, not some American military base.

However, the humanoid squad has now expanded to 4 people, and can basically form a standard firepower team.

Unfortunately, after deducting the core computing power used to maintain "Raphael"'s personality and ability to act, the remaining computing power is only enough to support three puppet figures.

Of course, if Raphael decided to use those cannon fodder idiots who had no brains and only knew how to follow orders, she could easily arm 10 puppets.

Unfortunately, the cost of the bionic humanoid body alone does not allow her to be so lavish.

In addition to seeking new cheap artificial intelligence, the main focus of the U.S. military's research is to reduce the production difficulty and manufacturing costs of bionic humanoids.

Find cheap and qualified metals to replace the metal skeletons used in existing bionic humanoid bodies; design new and easy-to-maintain body joint motors to reduce the complexity of joint movements, etc.

Now is not the time for them to demonstrate the value of bionic humanoids, as the Department of Defense has affirmed during the New York incident.

To this end, the Department of Defense used funds that did not require congressional approval and transferred them to the accounts of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency's program project teams in batches according to the different stages of the plan's progress.

Thinking of this, Raphael couldn't help but sigh, "Oh," If the Frankfurt Institute of Neuroscience's electronic brain simulation project is successful, the rest will just be a matter of polishing.

"If, just if..."

Raphael seemed to be asking himself, and also to the others, including Suzune and Asuka:

"One day in the future, we will have to settle in Europe, or somewhere else. Where will we choose?"

"Eastern Europe is definitely not in good shape. Now it's either contaminated areas or refugees." Asuka was the first to say.

"How about France?"

Lu Hui mustered up the courage to try to suggest:

"Considering our health, we can only choose a country with a good industrial level. France is a good choice as it has a relatively neutral stance towards the United States."

"If that's the case, Frankfurt is a good choice."

Asuka was stunned, "Uh..." Then he said quite pertinently: "Germany, which has a strong R&D and maintenance capability, might also be a good choice."

“In fact, the new Soviet Union in the north is also fine. They just finished the civil war and the internal chaos has temporarily brought their research and development capabilities back to zero. They still need more and better robots to maintain the Siberian lifeline.

In addition, because of the color, the new Soviet Union is likely to be at odds with the United States. "

Lingyin is really optimistic about the new Soviet Union's general industrial robots. There are not many countries that can convert PPT into reality.

According to the information they obtained from their former Russian professor, that kind of general industrial robot was completely designed by modern humans and has nothing to do with relic technology.

"But don't forget, they are also coveting us, and we might be torn to pieces."

Raphael deliberately said with a fierce face:

"The armed men who appeared in New York and Kyoto were all Russians. I don't like Russia. No matter what it is called now, it is a threat to us."

Chapter 22 is called: Northern Lights

After dusk fell, Raphael found a warm place to sleep, but three hours later she was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Raphael got up from the sofa and went to answer the phone.

"Are you sleeping?" Harry B. Carnegie said into the telephone in a hoarse, distant voice.

"Yes, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"Go to sleep. Is the situation over there stable?"

"Everything is fine," Raphael replied, and she felt that with every passing second of this irritating conversation she was becoming less and less willing to sleep.

“Just wanted to remind you that the EU and the remaining CIS countries decided to blockade Scandinavia and the Baltics.”

"so what?"

"It may cause chaos. The Wehrmacht is taking action near Frankfurt. Judging from the signs, it is very likely to cause new troubles."

Raphael sneered.

"Trouble, maybe a riot, there are a lot of refugees heading south..."

"Have you thought of a way to deal with it?"

"What can I do?" Raphael asked, "Even if there is a way, would the EU dare to do it? It's better to find a poor Austrian painter and solve the problem once and for all."

"Okay, then go to bed."

Harry hung up the phone decisively, leaving her so angry that she gnashed her teeth.

Asuka also woke up and sat cross-legged on the camp bed opposite her. She heard Raphael sighing and could roughly imagine the content of the conversation. She knew that Raphael was more annoyed than usual.

"Is it Harry?" Asuka asked knowingly.

Raphael nodded silently and tried to lie down and sleep normally again.

However, without using forced sleep, my brain, which is full of thoughts, has no desire to rest at all.

It is said that this often happens when people are particularly tired: sleepiness has no chance of returning.

Raphael lay there for a few minutes and then got down barefoot, took out a flute from the closet, and looked around her temporary room carefully for the first time. She had lived here for 50 days.

"You're not going to blow it here, are you?" Fei Niao wrapped himself in the quilt, his disgusted expression clearly visible under the light of the night light.

"No, I just took it out to have a look."

Lingyin and Luhui were on good terms, so they lived in the room next door. This was not originally a place for people to stay, but an unused office.

The institute arranged accommodation for the American personnel in a suburban community more than ten kilometers away.

Raphael refused, and finally, with the helpless attitude of the receptionist at the institute, he simply found two remote and unused rooms to stay in.

——Workaholic, this was the first impression they got.

It was long past midnight. Raphael chatted absentmindedly with Fei Niao, listening to her talk about the latest situation in Germany and the follow-up developments of the Norwegian incident.

The international community called the attack the "Northern Lights" incident, probably because a high-orbit satellite passing over Oslo at the time of the explosion captured images of the gorgeous aurora in the atmosphere, so it was given a name that sounds quite beautiful.

No matter how beautiful it is, it cannot cover up the reality that it indirectly caused the displacement of tens of millions of people, not to mention that it directly killed 62 Oslo citizens.

As for the number of victims who died from the radiation from the collapse, it is difficult to count so only an approximate value is given, just like the incalculable losses caused by the rise of the ruins of Mount Shinobu.

Raphael gradually stopped wiping the flute in his hands, put it to his lips after assembling it, but then slowly put it down.

Fei Niao was silent for a while, sitting motionless opposite her.

They sat there in silence for perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten.

At this time, the researcher on night duty at the institute knocked on the door and said, "The National Defense Forces are here."

Raphael sat down on the sofa, hurriedly changed out of his pajamas, and at Fei Niao's reminder, hurriedly changed into the solemn uniform that he hadn't worn for a long time.

"Alas, there's not even a moment's peace and quiet left for us," she said to Asuka as she put on her white shirt and tie.

Asuka rolled her eyes at the right time. As a member of the American exchange team, Raphael is more than just a mascot of the project. In addition to assisting the team in dealing with the accuracy of human brain scans, she is also the security officer of the exchange group.

Since it was the German Wehrmacht who came, Raphael, as a security officer and a naval captain, should appear in formal attire.

It was almost morning.

Raphael knew the intention of the National Defense Forces' visit this time. They were not here to cause trouble for the exchange group, but to remind the institute to strengthen security forces and remain vigilant about the surrounding forest areas.

The commander who called himself "Hans" had a sturdy physique and a decisive and tough style of doing things, which completely broke the image of "Federal fat man" engraved in her mind.

It seems that the Wehrmacht is really fighting, and fighting very hard.

Hans was stunned when he saw Raphael in uniform. He really didn't expect to see someone from the US Navy here.

After nodding to Raphael, he continued to tell several key leaders of the institute about the troubles that were currently and might arise in the near future.

Before the end of the conversation, he told them - but Raphael felt that this "Hans" was actually telling her - that the special reconnaissance company under his command was stationed in a camp about 20 kilometers south of the institute.

If you encounter a problem that even the police armed forces cannot handle, you can come and seek help.

As for the special reconnaissance company? It's the special operations brigade under the rapid reaction division. If I remember correctly, its size is about 1600 people, abbreviated as "KSK".

This unit should be stationed in the Calw area of ​​Baden-Württemberg, so it is somewhat strange that it appears in Frankfurt.

Raphael shrugged and simply integrated the information and put it away.