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

Most of these works are just toy-sized miniature models, but they have successfully laid a solid foundation for the movable joints and balance design of bionic robots and multi-legged robots.

There are clear records of 1:1 scale human-height humanoid robots and two-meter-class multi-legged robots appearing at technology exhibitions for the first time.

It is difficult to predict. If the complete bionic robot samples left over from the previous generation are not fully excavated, God knows how long it will take for humans to develop true bionic humanoids.

There is nothing shameful in creating a fully functional robot through "imitation". Any creation begins with imitation.

For other countries, especially Russia at this stage, which claims to be the true successor of the "Soviet Union", they suffered heavy losses in the Nobuoyama Ruins Incident, but they also became the leader in the field of "general industrial robots".

In a sense, the Russians had a blessing in disguise. Many of the technologies used in those "general industrial robots" can be applied to humanoid machines.

Knowingly or unknowingly, they have contributed to the unique development of bionic humanoids in the field of automatic machinery.

The Russians knew about the existence of "Raphael" very early, and several contacts in New York made them realize the importance of autonomous bionic humanoids.

However, after the ruins incident, there was no significant breakthrough in the subsequent development of humanoid machines.

On the one hand, only Russia and its East Asian neighbors have the need to redevelop industrial areas in polluted areas, while NATO countries have largely abandoned polluted industrial bases.

On the other hand, for these two companies, ALR-51C(T) as a simple, crude and cheap product is enough to meet their needs, and there is no need for more expensive and sophisticated new products.

This is undoubtedly a blow to Witkin, who is ambitious to develop the next generation of humanoid machines.

In addition, the threat of ELID-infected organisms can only be said to be a bit troublesome in the face of the military forces of these two families, but it is not a catastrophic disaster.

The only tricky part is that the number of organisms mutated by the collapse radiation is so huge that they have to invest their energy and resources in this area.

"Honestly, maybe they're monitoring our conversation right now," Harry joked on the phone.

"Well, listen if you want to. As long as their work is effective, there is no problem."

The person who was connected to Harry was the chief of staff of the country's air force. Harry himself was also responsible for the promotion of cutting-edge military technology projects.

If these two people are spies, then we are really doomed.

However, Harry's joke was spot on. Their conversation was recorded in its entirety.

The recording was crystal clear. Like many of the other subjects being wiretapped, Harry paced back and forth in his office and was quiet only when other people were around.

The bug picked up the noise of an office chair's wheels rolling and a barely discernible grunt.

Finally a new voice emerged.

At this time, the monitor wearing headphones will make a gesture to his companions, and then several people will take off their headphones at the same time.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, the target of their surveillance always walked to the vicinity of the bug at 3 pm and spewed a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Then there was another violent coughing sound.

The old fellow has some trouble with his lungs--that's what it says in his medical record.

When he was flying a fighter jet in his early years, the oxygen supply device malfunctioned, causing burning gases to be contained in the oxygen, causing irreversible damage to his respiratory tract and lungs.

As he got older, Harry was particularly vulnerable to colds and respiratory infections.

Only after the intense coughing sound passed did the monitors put on their headphones.

"how is the situation?"

"It looks like everything is fine. There's no need to call for medical assistance," one of them said, watching the TV screen.

He continued: "I'm taking the medicine, the correct amount."

Although the light was dim at dawn, they were able to see relatively clearly through some special technology.

"Boss, how long are we going to keep an eye on this general?"

“Maybe I’ll keep watching over it.”

The leader of the group said:

"Rather than surveillance, our job is more like his second medical team. It's much better than those guys who go out in the wind and rain and squat in dark corners to eavesdrop all day long."

Chapter 27 Surveillance/Field Camouflage

There is a problem with conducting this type of reconnaissance and surveillance:

"You begin to identify with the target of your surveillance, so you have to remind yourself frequently that traitors are hateful. Where did you go wrong?"

Major Matthew Rodris was puzzled.

His surveillance target was a man with outstanding military achievements! He was wondering how this case would be handled in the end, for such a famous war hero.

Anyone who knows the person he is monitoring will know that he is a tough guy on the battlefield. He has led his subordinates to break through the siege many times in encounters in cities and the wild, and has been commended many times.

This is a tricky question.

The sound of a door opening and closing, signaling that the Department of Defense's daily courier had delivered today's briefing to General Edward Irwin.

Matthew's group listened quietly to the sound of him making coffee - this dog traitor had his own special coffee to drink every morning!

Now he came into their sight, sitting on the comfortable sofa in the office and reading a newspaper.

General Owen did not even look at the briefing that was delivered not long ago.

After half a month of observation, Rodris found that he liked taking notes very much, and would write and draw in a small notebook or circle and dot on the newspaper from time to time.

After the coffee pot boiled, he stood up and took out the milk from the small refrigerator. This milk was very lifelike and could be bought at any grocery store or small supermarket. It was also a common sight on sale.

Before pouring the milk into the coffee cup, Owen smelled it to see if it had any bad smell.

After all, the stomachs of the elderly cannot withstand the torment of spoiled and moldy milk.

The sound of heels hitting the floor, doors opening and closing, and the melodious and clear female voice alerted the surveillance team that his most trusted assistant, bed partner and legal advisor had arrived.

This kind of life is so decadent. Rodris and his companions gnashed their teeth as they watched and listened.

"He doesn't even eat like a soldier..." said the team member in charge of surveillance.

General Irving's assistant picked up the toast and spread a thick layer of butter on it - this was the culprit for his poor blood sugar and blood lipid control - the Department of Defense provided all officers and employees with dedicated medical teams to take care of everyone's physical condition.

"He was once an excellent soldier." Another member of the counterintelligence team said, "How could this old fool do such a thing?"

Breakfast was finished quickly.

They saw Edward Irving go into the bathroom attached to his office to wash and shave, then come out to get dressed.

From the surveillance screen, they clearly saw him take out a brush and carefully brush his boots until they were shiny.

This is common knowledge, but it is rare among officers working in the Department of Defense.

There were three stars on his uniform. The brown World War II style uniform made him look more energetic, as if he was twenty years younger.

Owen stood in front of the mirror in the cupboard, looked at himself, then put the newspaper into his briefcase and walked out with his entourage.

He had never read the required daily briefing.

The last thing the surveillance team heard was the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Rodris immediately picked up the phone.

"The target has gone out. No abnormalities were detected this morning. Outdoor tracking team is in place, report when leaving."

"Understood." The field team's report was still strong.

"Very good." Rodris said and hung up the phone.

……

The mountains in the north were shrouded in mist and there was a drizzle.

Lingyin lay in the grass, her entire body covered in the camouflage clothes she had made herself, almost blending in with the environment.

The light footsteps were at 3 o'clock, about 40 yards away.

"Get up, don't hide."

Raphael's delicate voice floated over on the breeze.

"How did you find it?"

Luhui was surprised, she thought she had disguised herself very well.

"You idiot, you only care about your head and not your butt. Go back and ask Fei Niao for a snack."

"oh--!"

Luhui's eyes were like those of a dead fish, drained of all emotion.

Is it really that difficult to get along with?

Asuka just subconsciously felt that the new kid would divert Raphael's attention, so he had that kind of rejection reaction.

Besides, Asuka’s camouflage skills are the best among them, even Raphael, the host, is slightly inferior to her.

After a while, Lingyin heard approaching footsteps. In order to implement the principle of silence, she even stopped simulating her breathing.

The body cooling is adjusted to passive mode, confirmed.

Gaga! Another small wooden stick made a mournful sound.

Why did it stop nearby? Lingyin wanted to grit her teeth, but the reality was that she didn't even dare to move her mouth.

There was nothing more terrifying than being hunted by humans, and she totally agreed with that statement.

Perhaps this is where robots are superior to humans: the complete controllability of their bodies.

Because people often cannot control their heartbeat and breathing, especially when their bodies are approaching their physiological limits.

The fatigue of humanoids does not come from the biological body, but more often from mental fatigue.

Lingyin wanted to laugh again. AI really does have a soul.

If the program that supports her thinking is the soul, then the actual "self" is still an extension or a part of the soul of the host "Raphael".

Forget it, let’s leave the study of metaphysics to scientists. Isn’t their job to turn metaphysics into science?

Lingyin thought boredly, the agitated emotions and the start of the passive cooling mode made her feel very hot.

Raphael's footsteps never appeared again, which made Lingyin panic.

If she stood up, she would know that Raphael was standing behind her, picking the weeds at Lingyin's heels with great interest using a wooden stick he had just broken off.

"Come out, Lingyin, I see you." Raphael said.

"Who are you trying to scare?"

Lingyin didn't move at all, so she wouldn't be tricked.

Those who can be deceived are fools with poor psychological endurance and who underestimate their own abilities.

"Come out quickly, I see you."

"..."

"Hey, you're not moving, right?" Raphael stood up, his eyes narrowed into a thin curved line, he raised the wooden stick in his hand high and swung it down with a "whoosh".

"ah!"

I saw the thick grass in front of me being peeled off, and a figure suddenly jumped out.

"Asshole, is it necessary to use such heavy hands?" Lingyin covered the part that was hit by the stick, "It hurts, hey——"

"Third time is better than last time. I'm telling you that you've been exposed. It would be better for you to just come out and surrender."

Raphael was silent for a moment, letting the leisurely time pass.

The ringing sound had been loud enough and broke the silence first.

"Did you find the bird?"

"Probably... trace analysis can tell us the approximate location, so have you found it?" Raphael asked back.

"There seems to be something different at your 9 o'clock position..." Lingyin thought for a long time and finally came up with a word: "Scratches."

"Yeah, the scratches are different."

Chapter 28 Betrayal/Betrayed

"Our friends are here." Rodris sat in the car, wanting to supervise the battle personally to make sure nothing went wrong.

After Edward Irving got into the car, the driver immediately drove away, followed by another car. His car quickly turned onto another parallel street and sped forward.

He learned the situation through the radio. There were six vehicles taking turns tracking, one in front and one behind the target, and the radio reports from each vehicle were concise and clear.