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

Asuka opened her eyes and saw a keychain hanging from Raphael's flute bag, which she didn't know whether to call cute or not.

The cheap-looking eyes on the crooked rabbit face were staring straight at Fei Niao.

"The number is accurate, and the type of bullet is confirmed."

"It's a bit too hearty."

"Yes, that MK12 SPR seems to be given to you by the director. He left a message hoping that you can use it."

Raphael's voice was flat, without any emotion in it, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Asuka nodded seriously and said with a smile:

"I think what he expects is very necessary. Only after ensuring your safety can we let go and not worry about Raphael's safety."

"Well, it's our host after all."

Lingyin ignored the wet clothes and jumped up to hug Raphael, rubbing her cheek against his, and said in a very intimate way:

"It's our job to protect you. Don't feel too burdened."

The computing power and built-in storage space of the Mind Core are difficult to confirm the exact size, or even to fully imagine.

As Raphael listened to Asuka and Suzune's advice, he knew very well that all of their concerns were valid.

As extended terminals of the host and born from "personality" fragments, all their external affairs will be centered on Raphael's activities.

"Okay, I see."

A smile flashed in Raphael's eyes, and he pretended to push away Lingyin, who was like a clingy kitten, with disgust.

"Your clothes are all wet, go change them."

"Together."

"sure."

Raphael did not resist and let them push him into the bathroom.

Sitting in the bathtub with her hair tied up, looking out at the western sky, suddenly a flash of lightning streaked across the sky and thunder roared, shaking the earth and sky, although the power was only released for a moment.

Yet Raphael could still feel it in his imagination—feel its warmth, its grandeur, its speed as it moved across the sky.

The lightning rushed towards the western sky and eventually disappeared.

Raphael turned over and lay on the bathtub, turned on his mobile phone, and started paying attention to the Russo-Ukrainian War and the Transcaucasian War.

The scale of the war has expanded. Daytime here means a new round of fighting for the people in that land.

There was a war going on there, and the air smelled of gasoline, scorched smoke, burning iron, and gunpowder.

The tank tracks made a "clicking" sound and the machine guns fired "thump thump". From time to time, people fell on the grass, and with the support of firepower, they climbed up by supporting themselves with their elbows and knees.

They shouted hoarsely, swore foul language, and called out "Mom" softly as they fell to the ground, leaving behind a speck-sized figure on the grass.

For the people who are in the midst of war at this moment, there is no such thing as peace. They simply forget the days of peace.

Raphael refreshed the page and saw another scene of peace and prosperity. After a long silence, she said:

"Ah, it's still quiet here..."

"Are you tired of peaceful days so soon?" Asuka asked.

"Okay, then you can go to the front line and fire machine guns. At least you can fill in this in your recovery report: active military action, we are fighting, we are not silent, we have not lost our fighting spirit..."

Raphael said sarcastically:

"I'm just annoyed at DARPA's attitude and the Department of Defense's attitude toward us."

To be honest, such behavior of not wanting to be lonely is nothing but childish. You shouldn't prove your bravery at the cost of your own and others' lives.

Even if there is no war where you are now, you should not fantasize about such things, as if you have not tasted enough war.

"Oh, the CIS countries collectively announced a military expansion plan today."

Raphael found that this year seemed to be unlucky. The European far right was gradually returning to politics, and the Middle East, India and Southeast Asia were also becoming unstable.

If we move forward two years, who would have believed that the United States' control over the world would seriously decline?

"is it?"

Lingyin slowly came over and looked at the phone screen next to Raphael:

“In addition to Russia-Ukraine and Transcaucasia, there seem to be several other conflicts that are evolving into war.”

"The Boko Haram insurgency, the border war between Serbia and Kosovo, the civil war in Yemen... the death toll in these areas is already in the tens of thousands."

Raphael shook his head nonchalantly. These places were visited two or three times a year, and the frequency was commonplace just by looking at the data. It was not a sign of a world war.

Besides, there are thousands of nuclear warheads in the world, and a war that would involve the entire world is almost impossible to happen again. The destructive power of nuclear weapons is indeed terrible, but its destructive power on underground bunkers is really limited.

It took hundreds of B29s to bomb Tokyo each time, and it took dozens of rounds of bombing to achieve the desired result. However, only two B29s were dispatched for Hiroshima and Nagasaki in total.

What nuclear weapons highlight is the cost-effectiveness, not any other fancy things.

But the real reason why it has become the cornerstone of peace is very simple, because the greatest power of nuclear weapons is that it brings infinite fear to the world's upper structure, which may put the top collective in a life-and-death threat in an instant.

This invisible deterrence brings much greater fear to the world's top leaders than the tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of civilians killed in conventional wars.

Therefore, in today's era, we must understand the art of "compromise" more than any other era in the past, and then create a rare era of peace among major powers.

If it had happened a hundred years ago, the United States would arm itself today, march into the Rhineland tomorrow, and launch a blitzkrieg on Poland the day after tomorrow. Declaring war would have been as frequent as eating and drinking.

It's still relatively good nowadays, Raphael thought, but then he felt that this idea was wrong and it could only be applied to the situation before there was a substitute for nuclear weapons.

Those countries that have been advancing the research of ruins and collapse technology never think so.

"Don't waste your time on meaningless thinking," Lingyin suddenly snatched Raphael's phone away, "Unfortunately, we are not the gods who created everything."

“This is the easiest channel for us to obtain information.”

Raphael sighed and lowered his face below the water, leaving only his two big eyes exposed.

"We'll go down and check the cargo, and then we'll have to get a cart."

"The CIA people are really stingy." Fei Niao said viciously, "They even took back a broken car."

"After all, it is a registered asset. It is acceptable to borrow it for a short period of time. If it is donated directly, it will cause an imbalance in the accounts when the Japanese intelligence station is closed in the future. Therefore, recovery is an inevitable result."

Raphael shook his head to remove the slender, white body in front of him from his sight, but the hair on his head suddenly fell apart and all fell into the pool.

This is uncomfortable.

You have to wash and condition your hair again, which takes at least half an hour, and blow-drying it also takes time.

The XM5 assault rifle and XM250 squad machine gun that were delivered to her were not what she had been dreaming of, but the combination of the HK416 and the specially allocated AP armor-piercing bullets should not be too bad.

Chapter 134 Murphy’s Law

"It's rare for someone to call you on his own initiative this time," Raphael asked.

"Yes," the affirmative voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, your student career is about to end. Be prepared."

"Is that right?"

Raphael drank the coffee in the cup in one gulp, and then went straight to the armory in the garage.

She was surprised to find that Fei Niao was already there, hiding inside and recording the interactions between countries around the world, conducting basic geopolitical analysis, and trying to understand the behavioral logic behind those actions.

"What the hell is going on, Harry."

"It's the business of the Relics Management Bureau," the director replied, his face full of anger, "Those disgusting and arrogant relic scientists actually opened the sealed entrance to the ruins without permission..."

"How could that be? No, you already knew they would do this. Considering my history of long-term activities in the New York ELID infected area without maintenance, I guess the next task will be internal exploration."

"There are considerations in this regard, but I discussed this with the Ministry of Defense last year. He warned that you are a valuable asset of our military and cannot be hastily thrown into dangerous missions because of momentary events."

"so?"

"As a result, the minister suggested that you be placed in a peaceful world far away from the battlefield to be influenced by the environment."

Harry held a photo of Raphael practicing the flute by the window and thought the defense minister's suggestion was indeed good. He was more pleasing to the eye than the killer embryo who had just been evacuated from New York.

Likewise, in order to prevent Raphael's skills from becoming rusty, they instructed the CIA to provide an operational mission at a certain time period to ensure that her combat instincts and consciousness were in the right state.

These are not cheap war machines that can be consumed at will, but rather non-biological offspring that require their careful care and maintenance.

Fortunately, the birth of "Raphael" proved one thing, that is, their current path is correct.

It's just that due to the limitations of human scientific level and cognitive ability, there is no way to fully understand the complete details of the relic technology for the time being.

That day will definitely come, perhaps in ten years, or perhaps in twenty years, when humans are able to understand the technology preserved in the ruins, they will usher in a dual major development of new technology and productivity.

To Chief Harry's ears, Raphael's voice sounded like a rumble, like some kind of soul-stirring, growing louder sound coming from a world far in the future.

In order to realize their grand blueprint, they must continue to invest in this road, which is currently bumpy and will also be bumpy in the future.

Otherwise, everything you think of now will be impossible.

"Since you said we don't need to enter the ruins, what do I need you to do for you?" Raphael asked.

"Just keep watching for now, nothing might happen."

"That's definitely going to be the end."

This is called Murphy's Law: if something can go wrong, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always go wrong.

How dare those people from the Heritage Management Bureau blow up the entrance to the Nobuoyama ruins in Fukushima City? The noise of the explosion could not be hidden from the people marching outside, and the anti-heritage demonstration, which had been easing, became fanatical again.

"In short, do not act rashly until you receive new orders."

"Yes, I understand."

Raphael sighed, thinking that it would be useful, but ended up asking her to continue to maintain the status quo.

Heading north from Kyoto to Fukushima City, the straight-line distance between the two places on the map is more than 500 kilometers. If something irreversible really happens, it will be too late.

Map distance does not equal actual road driving distance.

Even if the humanoid could run non-stop at the maximum speed of 100 kilometers per hour, and the roads were completely unobstructed, it would still take her 16 hours to arrive in downtown Fukushima, and she would not be able to catch up.

"Damn it, bastard. You knew something was going to go wrong, but you acted like it had nothing to do with you."

Raphael punched the wall panel, leaving a deep fist mark on the plaster wall.

“They are all bastards!”

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, her breath lingering.

The breathing rhythm that he developed while practicing with the wind band club some time ago has been completely accepted by this mechanical body.

Asuka took off his headphones and asked Raphael, "Still rejected?"

"Yes, it is the Department of Defense that does not allow us to intervene now. We can only continue to 'maintain the status quo' in Kyoto."

"Did you try to explain the situation?" Asuka asked.

Raphael shook his head. There was no need to give an answer.

Harry knew exactly what she meant, but remained silent. She believed that as long as Director Harry was willing to say a few words, the situation here would definitely improve.

Not to mention killing the lunatics at the United Nations Heritage Conservancy, at least we can make some attempts to salvage the situation before anything goes wrong.

The tactical humanoid team is stationed in Kyoto, waiting for the opportunity and orders, while those who can see the overall situation are adding fuel to the fire.

There is no rehearsal for war. It is impossible to conduct experiments first and then correct them if they are wrong, but war can be predicted.

Overstepping authority will lead to bloodshed, and not using authority when necessary will also lead to bloodshed. Raphael now hopes that those politicians and officials know what they are doing and whether they can control the scale of using authority.

On November 11, the Russian president announced to the Russian people on television:

"… the world is about to undergo a major change. The world as we know it is about to come to an end…"

The Russians may have received some news, and all the troops under the jurisdiction of the Far Eastern Military District were mobilized and assembled at railway hubs and transportation hubs, and a considerable part of the military force began to shift to Europe.

The Russian army's "blunt knife cutting meat" strategy in the Ukrainian battlefield was cancelled, and several armored arrows began to break through the Ukrainian army's defense line, completely different from the previous weak scene.

Obviously, the Russians have made a decision to end the war as soon as possible. Once the Far Eastern Military District's troops are in place, the Russian-Ukrainian war should come to an end.

Who is the most miserable?

Of course, the defeated side suffered the most. All the young and middle-aged people in all walks of life were consumed, not to mention the economy. Food production also had serious problems because of the war.

Raphael could say something irresponsible: the defeated party would have no chance of recovery in the next twenty years.

The Russians' ultimate goal is very clear. They want to disband the Ukrainian army, liquidate all Nazi personnel in Ukraine, and solve the problem of living space oppression brought about by NATO's eastward expansion.