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

Lingyin withdrew her gaze from the distance and moved slightly, then she discovered Raphael's bold posture hidden underwater.

She shyly turned her eyes away, but when she thought of the soft touch of the host's calf, she suppressed her shyness and slowly touched it.

At this moment, Raphael was still unaware and his mind was empty. He didn't pay any attention to the warning reminders that kept popping up in his mind. He didn't know that Lingyin's hand was already leaning towards him.

It was not until she felt the same soft touch on her calves that she came back to her senses.

"Ringtone?!"

Raphael opened his eyes wide, like a frightened kitten, and bent his legs to avoid Lingyin's mischievous hands.

"Hey, let me touch it..."

As she spoke, Ling Yinyin's face blushed, and she suddenly stood up and pounced on Raphael.

“Eh hey hey~?!”

After a splash of water and noises of fighting, Raphael gritted his teeth and stepped on Lingyin's back. How could a semi-independent individual separated from her mental data have such a dirty and bad personality?

The girl was floundering on the floor and making a series of hoarse cries.

Looking at her reaction, Raphael gritted his teeth and secretly increased his kicking strength.

“Ah! It’s going to break, it’s going to break, it’s going to break.”

Lingyin screamed repeatedly, trying to get Raphael to spare her life.

"Will you do this again in the future?!"

"No!" Lingyin agreed very quickly.

"Promise?"

"ensure."

The girl sighed and let this terrible puppet go.

Outside the bathroom, Puppet No. 1 who called herself "Flying Bird" covered her ears with her hands. She felt that the "ring sound" was too noisy and always disturbed the host, which was a very bad behavior.

Fei Niao sighed and put the shaped cake into the oven. After waiting for more than ten minutes, with the sound of the oven "ding", the golden and fragrant lemon cake came out of the oven.

She turned the baked cake upside down on a wire rack and went back to the countertop to beat the eggs.

Asuka has many other types of cakes that he wants to try.

But before she knew it, she didn't stop and kept making pastries.

When Raphael changed into her nightgown and walked out of the bathroom, she smelled the fresh scent of lemon, and then saw the table full of cakes...

"Huh? Asuka, how much did you do?"

Facing the host's question, Asuka replied expressionlessly: "I just tried to make some new things. Would the host like a copy?"

"Oh, let me try."

Chapter 112 Gifts and Letters

“It’s refreshing and not too sweet, and the lemon scent is just right.”

With an expression of enjoyment on his face, Raphael praised the cake generously.

"Then try this."

As he spoke, Fei Niao handed over another cake. Its shape was not much different from the previous one, but it tasted different.

When Raphael tasted the fifth piece, she felt full and told her that she couldn't eat any more. So she put down her fork and plate and asked:

"Um... Asuka, how much did you do?"

“There’s more in the refrigerator.”

Asuka picked up the fork and tasted a piece of it, looking very happy. She seemed to be fond of desserts.

Raphael was really worried that if this continued, Asuka would forget her job here.

If Asuka was an ordinary human girl, perhaps it would be better.

Raphael believed that if Asuka worked in pastries or cafes, she would definitely be an excellent pastry chef and might even attract many sweet lovers.

But they are born to kill. No matter how harmless they appear, they cannot escape the fate of being "killing tools" in the end.

Then, Raphael thought about the terrible wave of unemployment if a large number of service industry dolls poured into all walks of life...

But that's certainly unavoidable, right?

When the number of unemployed people increases, they become a breeding ground for chaos.

"Asuka, it's time for you to take a bath."

Lingyin came out wrapped in a bath towel. She had no intention of changing into casual clothes and sat in the living room without any hesitation.

"Put on your clothes." Fei Niao smacked his lips. "Host, please keep an eye on this guy."

"Call me Raphael."

"Okay, host." Asuka blushed and added quietly, "Raphael, I understand."

Raphael's eyebrows knitted together as he heard this. Is it possible that Lingyin and Fei Niao's self-growth speed is a little too fast...

She, Asuka, and Suzune all have completely different personalities, which is almost unacceptable to DARPA.

Unstable means unreliable. No matter how obedient and efficient they are in their tasks, they cannot influence the conclusion.

It seems that she will not be able to obtain more puppet bodies because puppets are unreliable.

Unless a disaster suddenly breaks out in this world that affects all mankind, she must appear in the right place at the right time to have a chance to get supplies and reinforcements.

"So, what chance do we have here?" Raphael asked.

"what."

"It seems that there is no more. Instead, a delivery service just came to your door and brought you this..."

Asuka handed over a tightly wrapped box, "The label said it was a gift for you, and Harry wrote in the message that he hoped you would enjoy your hard-earned peaceful life."

"what?"

Raphael was very surprised. Harry B. Carnegie actually gave a gift?

She stretched out her finger and gently touched the cardboard box. Maybe it was some special prank, like a small mechanism that would stick out boxing gloves when it was opened...

Instead of the expected unfolding, a private letter sealed with wax appeared in the box. The sender did not disappoint her, it was indeed Mr. Harry, the director of DARPA.

To Raphael:

Greetings are omitted.

Have you adapted to life in Japan?

I would rather use the more contemptuous name "Japs" to refer to this country, but such a word should not appear in the mouths of people like me, as it will cause unnecessary trouble due to the imprecise use of the word.

Raphael, this is a country with very strange national character. As long as you can completely conquer them psychologically, they will bow down to you and even sell out the interests of everyone around them.

Because of this, their control over every aspect of the ruins is tenuous.

When we thought that the area was not worth further researching, they also thought that there was no need to continue researching it.

In this way, the ordinary people living here are really pitiful.

Although it is a belated congratulations, congratulations on finally becoming a JK girl. How is high school life? Compared to fighting and killing, it is better.

Ah, that was a lot of nonsense.

Next, please open the box. This is my gift to you. It will help you relieve your depression and irritability when you are unable to move.

... "

Seeing this, Raphael turned his attention to the dark long box wrapped in various cushioning materials.

Why go through so much trouble to deliver a letter and a box that looks like it contains valuables, and to relieve depression and irritability?

It couldn't be the mini Windrunner sniper rifle that she had seen for a long time?

But how is it possible to send a sniper rifle to solve problems? Whose problems are they solving? Of course, there are no more problems after one shot. The negative review rate of the service recipients is 0%, and there will be no second reviews.

She took the box out and it felt very light in her hand, obviously not the sniper rifle she had imagined.

No matter how small and portable the Mini Wind Ranger is, the barrel is made of iron and it cannot be so light.

There was no point in making random guesses. After unfastening the buckle of the box, Raphael was stunned by the silver-white object that appeared in front of her.

The body and mouthpiece, preserved separately, glow beautifully under the warm light.

"What is this...?" Lingyin came closer, "Oh... that old man is so nice to you."

"He just looks at the core."

Raphael saw this clearly. This was the case two years ago during the cold winter in New York. After knowing the functional status of her body, he began to arrange for evacuation.

Asuka previously reported that Japan's anti-relic movement had the shadow of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service's activities. So would the PMC troops we encountered in New York appear here?

As she thought this, she put away the instrument case.

"Giving this to a robot... is it any different from giving music scores to a piano with an automatic playback function and letting it play itself? My emotions are simulated and cannot match those of normal humans.

Moreover, humanoids' breathing is very shallow. They will only breathe hard to assist when it is necessary to enhance heat dissipation... and our air volume is limited by space, so it will not change."

"Is that right?"

Lingyin was not so agreeable to the host's statement, and the emotion was perhaps simulated at first.

But as long as you check the corresponding mental module when your emotions fluctuate, you will realize that it is not working.

So from the perspective of her own mental state, that simulation was just to make herself remember the specific feeling of the emotion.

When the "soul" or "mind" thoroughly remembers the feelings brought by "emotions", the corresponding emotions expressed are no longer simple simulations.

"As the first gift you've received, I suggest you dispose of it properly," Lingyin reminded.

"That's it."

Raphael picked up the letter that had been placed aside again.

"…Why don't you try to join the student orchestra? It should be a pretty good group. It's really nice to spend the fall and winter in the wind band. You don't have any other plans anyway."

No, he had many other plans. Raphael crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

She accepted the flute, but joining the student orchestra was out of the question, as she had more important tasks to perform.

Chapter 113 Jobs at Your Door

When Raphael woke up in the morning, she saw a document on the bedside table. She opened the first page and saw a few big words: "CIA Management Records, Top Secret".

This is a professional target file. The target is a middle-aged Japanese man. All his past events are clearly written down, even his personality profiled based on his daily life.

It is surprising that the words "cautious" and "crazy" are used to describe the man named "Okita Takashi".

Takashi Okita was a victim of the Great Depression caused by the craze for relic technology. His company went bankrupt and the family income plummeted, leaving the couple unable to afford the heavy loans.

Their only child died in a car accident, and his wife became mentally ill due to the shock, but Okita barely managed to hold on.

But at some point, he joined a cult. According to the information collected by the CIA agents who observed him, he was probably recruited into the cult around 10 years ago.

The reason can be found in Okita Takashi's bank account. His fixed income is not enough to support his wife's current stay in the mental hospital.

That was a price that Okita couldn't afford.

The remaining information shows that this person, in accordance with the sect's requirements, launched an attack on the UN Heritage Agency staff who were about to land during the anti-heritage movement, which became the climax of the anti-heritage movement.

Further down the file, there are various photos taken by the agents when they were following Okita, including photos of him driving, tidying up the yard at home, and also of this man praying devoutly when he was in the cult.

The reason why this file fell into her hands was definitely not because DARPA thought she was too idle, but because the CIA and the Japanese Ministry of Public Security were short of manpower and could not spare more people to deal with a small cult leader.

"Raphael, have you read the target file on your bedside?"

When Asuka saw Raphael coming down, he asked casually:

"As for the weapons, they will be delivered tonight. They said they have specially customized a camouflage to facilitate your visual and X-ray inspection."

"Oh……"

Raphael nodded, pulled up a chair and sat down at the dining table, "Only one goal?"