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

About three minutes later, the humanoid team left the warehouse area of ​​Bergen Port with the "prisoners".

After returning to the temporary base at the dock, Taylor was so excited to see the prey that he almost fainted with happiness when looking at the captive sitting on the ground.

He circled around the man, rubbing his hands repeatedly, like a fly.

Lingyin used the shell artifacts she found at the dock to make a simple fuel lamp.

The upper end of the cartridge case was flattened, and a handmade wick was placed inside. A small hole was drilled in the middle at a slightly higher point and plugged with a plug, and the fuel was poured in through the small hole.

The faint light from the wick jumped back and forth. The shadow behind Taylor also grew larger and smaller, moving back and forth.

After fixing the lighting and checking the simple security equipment around the temporary shelter, she came back to prepare food for tonight.

"What's wrong with this person?" Lingyin stood beside and said softly, "It's not easy for him to take such good care of himself."

"I don't know. He suddenly rushed into the base and brought a lot of ELID mutants with him."

Raphael suddenly remembered that this person entered the apartment without breaking the door, so maybe he was the owner of the room.

On the other side, the prisoner woke up from his slumber.

"Awake?" Lu Hui sat cross-legged opposite him, fiddling with a pistol in his hand.

Fei Niao found a stool, but she lifted it up and put it on the floor with a thud, which shocked both Lu Hui and the captive.

"We are the United States Navy Special Forces. Report your identity and age truthfully."

Fei Niao held a tablet and an electronic pen and reminded:

"Only if you cooperate with us will you have hope of leaving here. Do you understand?"

She was worried that the person might not understand, so she repeated it in Norwegian.

At this time, Lu Hui asked out of the blue: "How have you been recently?"

"..."

This is a difficult situation. You can get a rough idea of ​​whether someone is living a good life by looking at the way they dress and their mental state.

"Not bad." The man's lips moved slightly, and he answered in a hoarse voice: "How about you?"

"The residents of Bergen were so welcoming that we almost couldn't accept it."

Lingyin opened her hands proudly, as if everything around her really proved that they were warmly welcomed here.

"Tell us your name, home address, and preferably your driver's license information," Asuka continued.

"It's been five years since the accident."

"Six years." Asuka said.

“Six years, thank you.” The man said, “I didn’t expect someone would be willing to come here.”

"your name."

"Knut Monk, a longshoreman by trade..."

After they started chatting, the man's various identity information was spoken out in a torrent of words under Fei Niao's guidance.

At first, he spoke haltingly, but as time went on, the intermittent and stuttering conditions improved significantly.

Luhui brought some food over.

"Eat something first, and we'll continue after that." Raphael said simply.

"Okay, thank you."

"Green," Raphael called out, "bring some more food, preferably in a paste that's easy to digest."

"That's it," Luhui came and said, "The macaroni is already cooked, how can it be mushy?"

"Ah, that's it, not bad..." Raphael pushed the plate in front of Knut Monk.

"what about you?"

"We'll eat it later. It's all cooked from MRE military rations. It might not taste very good."

"It's better than nothing." Knut said, picked up the plate and started to put it into his mouth.

These outsiders have never experienced the days of looking for food on an empty stomach. If they accidentally eat something contaminated, they will be doomed.

He had heard of the reputation of MRE rations, which were high in energy and could meet a soldier's daily calorie needs, but the taste and appearance of the finished product were terrible.

But taste and sales are totally unimportant to him now.

This is simply delicious!

"How do you usually spend your time?" Taylor suddenly asked.

“There used to be a little singing accompanied by guitar…” Knut said dejectedly: “Since that incident, there has been no guitar… I’m a local,” he added.

The word "local" has a clear meaning that all five of them can understand: if they are locals, then everything is gone, there is nothing left...

"Oh, are you scared? Remember when we first started talking, we were from the U.S. Navy's survey force."

"I know, but they are really scary," he said. "I've never seen anyone who can fight them hand to hand. Everyone they caught died, so how could I not be afraid? You have too few people... I thought you would have more people."

Knut was silent for a moment, then added:

"Guns are useless against them. My hunting rifle can kill a bear with one shot."

"The physical condition of each ELID mutant is different," Taylor said. "For this kind of thing, the longer it is given, the stronger it will become. However, time is also a weapon to punish it."

"why?"

"ELID-infected individuals have become metallized all over their bodies and are incapable of movement."

Taylor suddenly remembered:

"You know, the CIA did a similar experiment in the 90s. They set up a long-term observation project to test the degree of physical changes of infected people in six months, one year, two years, and three years."

"The CIA is acting like a nobody again."

Chapter 176 Inspection

"Are you kidding me? When has the CIA ever been a human in this regard?"

People in their own family know their own business. Taylor himself is a person in the industry and has heard of too many similar incidents.

For example, the military used water cannons to spray solutions containing pathogenic bacteria on San Francisco to prove that American coastal cities had no ability to resist biological and chemical attacks.

The planners were ecstatic and took the opportunity to apply for more funding to continue their research.

The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment was conducted in 1932 in Macon County, Alabama, on impoverished black people.

The experimenters recruited a large number of participants by offering free medical plans, free lunches, and physical examinations, and even injected normal people with syphilis virus for the sake of experimental results.

Most of the participants were successfully implanted, but they were told that they had "septicemia" and were given vitamins and other comfort treatments, and even advertised that mutual massage would be enough...

In short, there is no actual treatment, but instead constant spot checks to find out how the body will react without treatment.

When the experiment was declared over, only 74 people survived. There were 399 patients who were deceived into participating in the experiment and 201 healthy volunteers.

In fact, a drug for syphilis had already been discovered at that time, but for the sake of experimental effects, the participants were never given real treatment.

There was also the Holmesburg Prison incident in Philadelphia.

The experiments were conducted on African-American men, exposing them to drugs, viruses, bacteria, asbestos, and even dioxin in order to conduct some skin, biochemical and pharmaceutical research.

There are also many similar cases in the field of relics that Taylor is most familiar with.

The most well-known is probably the "Agent Orange" bomb dropped by the US military on the battlefield in Vietnam.

The nuclear weapons focus was on Nevada and Bikini Rim, but there were also releases of iodine-49 and xenon-131, for example, which were actively released by the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission at the Hanford site in 133.

Such things happened 50 times in the 70 years between the 20s and 239s.

Capturing a few ELID victims for long-term observation experiments is nothing compared to the "great achievements" of our predecessors.

At this time, Raphael, with a stethoscope around his neck, came over and said to Taylor:

"I remember you said you were not feeling well before we set out this morning... I'm going to give this guy a basic physical examination and take a look at your problem at the same time.

Besides feeling unwell, having headaches, stiff shoulders, and occasional dizziness, are you experiencing any other complaints?"

"are you serious?"

"Don't be scared, I'm not kidding."

Raphael interrupted him.

"This place is hundreds of kilometers away from the hospital in Iceland. The assault boat cannot reach it. And even if you manage to sail there, you will not be able to get timely treatment..."

She made a blossoming gesture.

"Death is always the fastest but most useless way. Look on the bright side. I'm not the scary doctor you know. I won't joke with your body."

"I see. These are common symptoms. They've been an old problem for five or six years."

Raphael took out a small flashlight, shone it on Taylor's face, observed his complexion, examined his eyes, tongue, and throat, then palpated his neck and gently tapped his heart area.

As a result, she found that Taylor's left heart was two and a half finger widths larger than normal.

"You actually received training to complete it?"

The familiar process and skillful movements gave Taylor the illusion that he was receiving treatment in the cardiology department of a hospital.

"Yeah, it's weird?"

"From what I understand, yes, it's very strange. Unrestricted officers tend to be more powerful, not seeking medical school training."

"Everyone has his own ambition."

"understand."

"I have some bad news. You should have heard from the doctor about your heart problems in your previous occupational physical examination report."

As she spoke, she placed the stethoscope close to Professor Taylor's heart and listened carefully for any murmurs.

"The sound is clear. The heart sound of the second pulmonary valve is slightly higher than that of the second aortic valve. As for the lungs, there is no problem."

"It's an old problem." Taylor was used to it. He went on to say, "To be honest, it's what happens when you get older."

"You are still young. You should control what needs to be controlled and treat what needs to be treated."

Raphael took out an electronic blood pressure monitor from the medicine box and said, "Put it on, relax, and check your blood pressure level."

Two minutes later, the electronic synthesized voice of the measuring instrument reported coldly: "High pressure 149 mmHg, low pressure 90..."

"How is it?" Taylor looked at Raphael worriedly.

“It’s still within an acceptable range.”

"What happens if you can't accept it?"

"We can only submit a call to the airbus and declare the first exploration mission a failure." Raphael spread his hands.

In fact, this blood pressure is already in the danger zone and needs to be controlled by taking medication regularly. If it cannot be controlled, it is very likely to cause damage to the kidneys and heart.

"In a regular hospital, they would ask you to do urine and blood tests, and also do an electrocardiogram."

“This is Bergen.”

"I'm more curious, given your physical condition, how did you convince them to allow you to participate in this exploration and investigation mission?"

Taylor was evasive and never gave a clear answer.

Raphael didn't ask any further questions, but just changed the subject back.

"Don't worry about blood pressure, that's a side effect of the medicine. It may happen to 10 or 2 out of 3 people, and it can be relieved by taking the corresponding antihypertensive medicine. As for heart problems, it's best to deal with them actively after you finish here."

"Now I can rest assured. However, the most important thing now is this gentleman." In an instant, Taylor's voice was filled with the confidence and courage that an academic leader should have.

"I hope you can exercise moderation in your work. A good work and rest schedule will help stabilize your physical condition."

With that, she turned her attention to her "captive".

"It's your turn."

Knut still shrank back, as if he was afraid of being seen.

"You don't need to be anxious," Raphael said. "The physical examination will be quick, don't worry. If you have radiation sickness from the collapse, I will prescribe the right medicine for you. At least I will ensure that your physical condition does not worsen."

"I don't need this, I'm healthy," Knut said. "All the unhealthy ones die."

“Being alive does not mean being healthy. The absolute advantage that humans have today is not due to their physical strength, but to their brains that have learned to use and invent tools.”