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

"What a coincidence," the tall white-haired woman spoke first. Her eyes swept across Raphael and her puppet, and finally stopped at the assault rifle on the other's back. "It seems that you stole my weapon."

Raphael did not answer this, but carried out the confirmation work according to the standard process, and identity verification was the most important step.

"Confirmed," she replied, "Don't waste your time. I don't care who you are or what level of combat training you have received, but you two must follow my instructions during the subsequent retreat. Any questions?"

"This is your team, you have the final say."

"I got it," Raphael nodded, patted Lingyin's vest and said, "Lingyin, you are the last one."

"learn."

Three girls who look exactly the same? Their voices and body shapes look like those of ordinary 16 or 17-year-old Japanese girls.

Could it also be a product of a genetic laboratory?

There was no protection from protective clothing, and no signs of taking anti-radiation drugs.

Lily glanced at Rose and found the same doubt flickering in Rose's eyes.

It seems that they all thought of the same thing.

"Did you set all these little traps in the back? They're quite interesting, but they can't stop an experienced person."

Lily listened to the girl in front of her who looked like the captain saying:

"If you decide not to use the delay they gain to kill the enemy, please do not bury grenades and explosives at random. These gadgets will cut off your retreat, so try to think carefully when using them next time."

"Oh."

Rose responded, not sounding that smart.

"I don't know which unit you belong to, but it's terrible to send you out on such a high-risk mission without providing you with corresponding training... Be more careful next time."

"This was an accident. Our original mission here was to assist the United Nations Heritage Administration in dealing with the ELID infection incident caused by the Nobuoyama ruins. We were stranded here due to some complicated reasons," Lily explained.

"So, two years?"

"Yes, in April 28, the construction project caused damage to the protective layer of the ruins."

Raphael used the mental network to ask Lingyin and Fei Niao. They should not have received this information in the remaining months of the year, right?

"Yes, memory retrieval is complete, and there is no corresponding briefing. ——Asuka replied."

"I don't remember. We only had one job back then, when Raphael went to deal with a cult. - Lingyin replied."

This is a big problem, Raphael thought, but he didn’t know which link had the problem.

Chapter 149 Otherwise, let’s run away with the bucket

As he backed away the way he had come, Raphael remembered an old joke.

A man bought eggs with dollars, boiled them, and then sold them for the same price. When other market traders asked him what the point was, he replied that first he got the water to boil the eggs, and second he participated in the market transaction.

It seemed that she was the same. Not only did she give up the eggs, but she also failed to get the due benefits.

The only good thing about it was that at least she participated.

Acting as a supporting character, it was true, but she supposed it was not a bad position for someone without any capital to stand on her own.

The worst outcome is that one completely loses the value of being used, which is truly tragic.

Raphael glanced back at the two young ladies, and to say that their leader was impatiently awaiting their return was an understatement.

There were too many signs that these two were unusual, and the humanoid team was ordered to ignore all external factors, arrive at the required location on time and complete the rendezvous mission.

All of this seemed to be improvised - in fact, it might have been planned long ago. The purpose of the Tactical Doll Team was to perform according to the script.

Raphael's intuition told her that from the moment she came to Japan, she had been tied to a complex invisible rope.

Otherwise, just pick up the bucket and run away.

……

The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the Research Bureau. Director Harry looked at his watch, got out of the car in a hurry, and went straight to the director's office on the third floor.

Just after five minutes past nine in the morning, every corner of the room had been cleaned, and the documents and mails waiting to be reviewed were piled high on the table. Harry sat on the high-end leather swivel chair, looking out the window at the vast atrium newly built by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, while drinking the high-end coffee brought by his secretary and smoking a cigar from Cuba.

Once he has tasted enough, the director's busy day will begin.

First, he looked through the documents piled on his desk: personnel transfers at the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, research budgets for various research laboratories, applications for overseas business trips or exchanges...

After reviewing them one by one, he stamped his approval or disapproval and left his name written in pen.

In addition, there are meeting notices sent by the Ministry of National Defense, as well as internal work adjustment notices related to employees. There are only two days of leisure time in a week, but they are also chased by chores like this.

What’s even more outrageous is that the director’s privileges are merely an additional monthly allowance and a special car.

However, as long as he can demonstrate his administrative prowess, maybe during the next reshuffle, he will be able to get rid of this position with no real power and where he has to ask for help from everyone for everything.

Furthermore, for Harry, it was an obsession that lingered in his heart for a long time and had not subsided.

There was a knock on the door. It was the director of the newly established bionic neuroscience laboratory.

"Are you free now? I want to discuss adding research equipment with you."

After he finished speaking, he placed the account book with the equipment names and prices classified in detail on the table. The information was a thick stack, including the latest magnetic resonance imaging scanners, radioactive diagnostic equipment, cryogenic anesthesia devices, etc.

Harry quickly went through the account book and said, "Take it to the Minister of Logistics first. After he has looked through it, bring it back to me. When it comes to facility procurement, Minister Galif has more experience anyway."

Although the director has the final say in the research bureau, everyone understands the necessity of winning over the logistics manager.

Harry made this decision quickly.

Respect is given to each other and cannot be begged for by licking someone's face.

"Then I will go to the Logistics Department right away and ask Minister Galif to review it first."

The new laboratory director walked out of the room and the secretary came in immediately.

"Over in Japan, Miss Raphael has received a call and is waiting to contact you."

"I'll be there right away. You go and confirm the safety of the line first." After saying that, Harry stood up from his chair, walked across the vast central courtyard, and headed towards the Research Bureau's exclusive communications room.

Obviously, they ran into trouble by trying to contact him thousands of kilometers away instead of establishing contact with the CIA or the Okinawa Naval Base.

It looks tricky, Harry thought.

The place he was going to was not a laboratory in the research bureau, but a special underground safe room with a special purpose that could temporarily serve as a command center during disasters.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the officer on duty seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He immediately greeted the communications controller and asked him to lift the restrictions.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Raphael. I was just dealing with some things at the bureau and should have come earlier."

"It sounds like the new house is quite big."

“Your work place is not your home.”

Harry had a friendly expression on his face, like an old grandfather having a daily conversation with his granddaughter.

When the officer on duty thought that the little girl on the other end of the phone was a devil who killed people without blinking an eye, an unprecedented impact was washing over his soul.

"...Is that so? I remember that you seem to live in the office every day. It's no different from your home."

"The difference is still huge."

"is it?"

Raphael's voice was full of confusion, "They are all places for people to sleep."

"The difference may only be learned through your future life and work experience."

Harry paused, took over today's itinerary from the officer, and found that they had already picked up the two sisters born from the "GAVIRUL" plan in accordance with the CIA's requirements.

"Simple pleasantries are unnecessary. Go ahead, do you have any direct questions?"

"What's with the high-value target? Is it a human? Or is there a new bionic humanoid being born?"

Sure enough, Harry knew that Raphael took over the contact for this reason.

"They are standard carbon-based organisms, and their genetic sequences are no different from humans."

"Oh? Why do you use 'carbon-based organisms' and 'genetic sequences' to describe it?"

"Because they have undergone genetic modification."

"Soso (Ah, right, right)," Raphael said faintly, "A product of genetic engineering. The DNA sequence comes from the ruins, right? That's amazing."

Was she praising him? Harry was a little unsure.

What to say?

It seems that this incident is not worth repeating, because according to long-term observation and records, the sisters did not show any magical behavior in their lives and work. The intact artifacts taken out from the ruins did not cause them any special reaction.

As long as the gene sequence is properly preserved, it is normal to take it out and use it.

"You know the importance of ruins research, right? As long as there are successful cases, there will be countless investments."

Raphael was a little puzzled. This was not something she only knew, it could even be said that it was a fact known to everyone, was there any need to mention it specifically?

"It is precisely because they failed that we have the direction to activate the ruins for thorough learning and technological replication."

"Are you implying...?"

"That depends on how you understand it. The failure of the plan proved that there were problems with the original genetic route or that the technology at the time could not allow the embedded gene fragment to be expressed normally. The supporters of the original plan tried another route instead. This is a normal and correct choice."

Harry continued to speak slowly and leisurely, with a calm expression, as if he had no opinion at all.

What he said is indeed a fact known to everyone in the industry.

Raphael looked at the two young ladies following closely behind him, and his desire to run away became stronger.

Chapter 150 Vent

New day, new troubles.

Now as a new habit, Raphael took out the flute bag that was well protected in the container and the music scores originally distributed by the wind band club, and slowly spent time.

If you can't play the section well, play it back little by little. If you can't play it well, try again to highlight the key point.

The strength, breath, and rhythm of each note must be kept accurate, and the emotions of the song itself must be expressed based on one's own emotions. These can only be achieved through repeated practice.

I can only say that it is hard work for the two young ladies born out of the "GAVIRUL" project. Their activity space is right next to the beds, and there is no sound insulation at all.

"…This should be a solo for the oboe," Lily took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask, "Would it be appropriate to play it with a flute in an octave higher?"

What she meant was that you should pay attention to the current situation. This is not a performance or practice site. Please focus back on your work.

"Are you familiar with wind instruments?" Raphael put down his flute and looked coldly at the person who spoke to him.

In an earlier conversation with the director, she had already made a bold guess that these two people must have contributed to the rise of Nobuoyama.

There was no evidence, her intuition told her.

Stop the excavation of the ruins, and invest the main funds and scientific research projects in the human plan for the embryo itself, using this as a bridge to understand the dangers of unknown civilizations.

Obviously, "Lily" and "Rose" are the products of such thinking. But they failed to fulfill the role of bridge, and failed to let humans understand the dangers of unknown civilizations.

Raphael knew that such blame was rootless and meaningless, but she couldn't help thinking like this, her thoughts were like wild weeds growing wildly in the field, when she pulled out one, there were still countless more waiting to be dealt with.

To deal with such wildly growing thoughts, you must use strong force.

She immediately turned off the emotional module, and the thought processes caused by the emotional excitement were like being shut down, and the vibrant scene of all things competing for life disappeared instantly.

"Not that I'm interested, I just watched a few performances with Rose. Wasn't that a revised version of the Polovtsian Dance from Prince Igor?"

"Oh, that's how it is."

The emotional changes suddenly disappeared, and the girl looked as if her soul had been taken away.

Lily stared at the girl's fingers holding the flute. They were slender and long, but not weirdly proportioned. Instead, they gave people a sense of just the right perfection.

Her skin is white and tender, and the blue color of her blood vessels is visible to the naked eye, which is enough to reflect the fragility unique to girls of this age.

The seductive buttocks were slightly deformed by the pressure on the stool, and the crystal toes with distinct granules curled up playfully from time to time, which looked very attractive.

She couldn't help comparing herself to her younger sister Rose, and immediately came to the correct conclusion: she looked better when she was more mature.

No, Lily suddenly realized that her mind had drifted to somewhere unknown. Did she let herself go after gaining a sense of security? She couldn't help but laugh at herself.

Then she looked again at the girl sitting in front of the music score in a daze, and tried her best to connect this image with the armed men who appeared at the rendezvous point last night.