I Have A Super USB Drive

The human transformation project proposed by Chen Chen was finally named the "Robocop" project.

The next afternoon, Chen Chen walked out of Zulama's minister's office, got into the car with a satisfied expression, and quickly drove away.

At this time, on the balcony on the third floor of the resource department building, Zulama looked at Chen Chen's back with a complicated expression, and was speechless for a while.

"The climate has become a reality, and the whole of Namibia is already in his hands..."

Watching the car slowly go away, Zulama suddenly had an idea deep in his heart: if the businessman's car suddenly exploded at this time, would it be more beneficial to the Namibian government?

Although the black light technology will be messed up and cause huge economic losses, Namibia can also take the opportunity to receive a large amount of wealth and technology. This wealth is even enough to make Namibia surpass the rainbow country and achieve the status of African hegemony...

But in the next second, Zulama completely dismissed this idea.

Because he knows that once Chen Chen dies, besides the above situation, there is another more likely situation, that is, the Central Continent District and the North America District will attack in an instant to snatch the assets left by Chen Chen. Unless Namibia is willing to fight against these behemoths, it can only reluctantly return these technologies to the Central Continent.

Otherwise, no matter who becomes the president, he will die miserably...

What's more, if Chen Chen died, who would support his campaign? Who can make himself the president of Namibia?

Therefore, the thought only flashed through Zulamar's mind, and then disappeared again.

At this time, Zulama's heart is extremely complicated. On the one hand, he hopes that his country can become self-reliant and independent, and on the other hand, he hopes that he can stand at the top of Namibia's power. These two options are incompatible...

Thinking of this, Zurama could only close his eyes in pain and take a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he took out his mobile phone and tried to check his bank account opened in Switzerland.

Just now, under the name of this account, there has been an extra 30 million U.S. dollars...

Seeing such a shocking number, Zulama's eyes did not fluctuate. The money is not very meaningful to him. Perhaps a few years ago, this huge number would make him ecstatic , but now, it can only attract him to look sideways.

Immediately, Zulama closed the account, cleared all usage records, and finally turned off the computer.

...

While Zulama was running around for the "Reform Human Act" proposed by Chen Chen, Qian Wenhuan had already started casting.

At this time, Qian Wenhuan was sitting at the conference table bored, watching his team continue to bring in a thick stack of documents from the police station. These files had already piled up half a person's height on the conference table, but there were still new ones. Materials were moved in continuously.

"Mr. Qian, these are the records of injured and disabled police officers in Namibia. From 2000 to the present, they are all here."

An assistant walked over silently and reminded in a low voice, "There are three hundred and twenty copies in total."

"very good."

Qian Wenhuan clapped his hands, and immediately everyone raised their heads subconsciously and looked this way.

"Everyone, I hope to find out all the regulations that meet the options in the "Robocop Project" according to the requirements in the plan."

Qian Wenhuan reminded, "Because it is a primary election, the conditions can be relaxed. After the final determination of the number of qualified people, we can proceed to the next step of screening according to the number of targets."

"Yes, I understand..."

Everyone replied scatteredly, and then picked up the stack of documents one by one, opened the envelopes and read them.

The same is true for Qian Wenhuan. He didn't hand over the task completely to the subordinates, but screened with everyone to find qualified personnel targets.

In fact, those ages are a bit old, and they are basically in a state of abandonment. First, it has been 25 years since 2000.

The police officers who were injured and disabled back then were at least forty or fifty years old. At this age, both their adaptability and reaction ability have greatly declined. Coupled with years of disabilities, even if they can still move, they have lost the ability to continue handling cases.

Therefore, what Qian Wenhuan focused on looking for were those police officers who had been injured and disabled in recent years.

But in this way, the conditions are indeed a bit too harsh.

In the next hour, Qian Wenhuan read more than a dozen copies in a row, but he was not satisfied with any of them. Either the other party was too old, or the other party was not disabled enough. Paralysis occurs.

But after thinking about it, Qian Wenhuan was relieved. After all, Namibia's national strength is very weak. No matter whether it is medical care or other conditions, the people are even poorer. Once a major casualty accident occurs, those people are basically unable to save them of.

Even if they are saved, they will starve to death due to poverty and loss of self-care ability.

Thinking of this, Qian Wenhuan frowned and continued to search.

Finally, a passport photo on a document made his eyes shine.

It was a white man wearing the uniform of a first-class superintendent. His name was Brooke Humphrey, and he was a native resident who moved here when the Germans colonized.

He has brown hair and black eyes, not the blond blue eyes unique to Caucasians, but his cheek lines are as three-dimensional as Caucasians, with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, eagle-like sharp eyes, and Has thin and sharp lips.

This Brooke almost has a righteous and dignified face. Although it is a bit rough, it is surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Immediately, Qian Wenhuan continued to look down.

Brooke is only thirty-two years old this year, and just two years ago, when he turned thirty, he was unfortunately hit in the spine by a stray bullet during a conflict to arrest criminals.

At the time, the condition was not so bad that he was paralyzed, but when he was taken to the hospital, doctors made a major error in the operation, which eventually left him completely paralyzed from the neck down.

"Not bad... young, outstanding appearance, sufficient injury conditions, and the injury is in line with the publicity plan. Now only family and character are the two requirements."

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan was instantly elated. He took out a marker pen, marked the selected signal in this document, and then took all the documents back.

The only thing Qian Wenhuan was worried about was that two years had passed, and he didn't know if this person was still alive.

Next, Qian Wenhuan found a more suitable document, but unlike before, it was a black man.

In fact, this black police detective named Bray Morton was only twenty-five years old, and his appearance was ordinary. Although the appearance requirements were a bit poor, the opponent had a racial advantage, which could not be ignored.

And his experience was even more horrifying. He was ambushed by a drug dealer when he was investigating a drug case without authorization. He was directly cut off his limbs and turned into a human stick, but he survived tenaciously in the end.

And all of this is less than a year away.

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan hardly hesitated, and directly included this document in the candidate list, even with a higher priority than Brooke before.

Next, Qian Wenhuan sat quietly for more than half an hour, until he had read all the forty or fifty documents in front of him, but he couldn't find one that met the requirements, either because the other party was old, or the injury was not serious enough, It is impossible to make a fuss about these aspects.

Stretching, Qian Wenhuan raised his head, threw the two documents into the center of the conference table, and said at the same time, "I have selected two documents, please speed up, and after the selection is over, send all the selected documents to me. Come to the office."

With that said, he turned and left the conference room.

Next, Qian Wenhuan went back to the office to correct a few documents. It was not until the end of the morning that the secretary came in with just seven or eight documents.

"Mr. Qian, all the materials selected this time are here, please have a look."

Qian Wenhuan nodded, and asked the other party to put these documents on the desk, and then took a document and opened it.

This time the speed was much faster. It only took more than ten minutes for him to read the seven materials selected by the crowd one by one.

Then, Qian Wenhuan hesitated for a while, and finally kicked out the profiles of the two oldest police officers. These two police officers are over forty years old. Qian Wenhuan ass.

He then removed a more abstract-looking officer, and another officer who was only paralyzed from the lower body but could use both arms.

In the end, apart from the two profiles he had previously selected, only one still met the requirements.

It was a man named Hodge. He was different from the previous two. He was chasing the gangster's vehicle because the collision caused the vehicle to roll over, which eventually caused a fire and caused severe burns all over his body.

This man named Hodge lost all the skin on his body. At the same time, his hands and feet were burnt into charcoal, completely losing his physical meaning, and even his facial features were completely burned.

Even the burnt part included his trachea and lungs, and now he can only live in the intensive care unit and hang himself forcibly.

Looking at the date when the incident happened, it turned out that it was only half a month ago. Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up straight away, and said to the secretary, "Go and inform the company that we are in Wenzhou. Dehoek office, let him go to Windhoek General Hospital immediately, find a patient named Hodge, and tell the hospital that no matter how much money it costs, the patient’s life must be saved.”

Then, Qian Wenhuan thought for a while and added, "By the way, inform the company's transportation department that I need a private helicopter to go to Windhoek."

"clear."

The secretary immediately understood, and he quickly walked out of the office.

Looking at the three-point information in his hand, Qian Wenhuan was caught in a dilemma. He wanted to choose Huo Qi directly, but the other two were also very qualified, so he thought about it, and simply took all three information. Then get into the elevator and go up to the top floor.

After reaching the top floor with ease, Qian Wenhuan saw Chen Chen sitting in front of the French window opposite the elevator at a glance because the entire top floor was an office.

"Old Qian, you are here."

Chen Chen didn't seem surprised by Qian Wenhuan's arrival, he just stared at the table very seriously, as if he was looking at something that ordinary people couldn't see.

Seeing Chen Chen maintain the same posture from beginning to end, Qian Wenhuan couldn't help being a little surprised. He looked at Chen Chen's table, but was even more dumbfounded, because there was nothing on the table where Chen Chen was staring at.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Qian Wenhuan said in astonishment.

"I'm looking at the microcosm."

Chen Chen didn't look up, but replied calmly, "There is a planet in front of me, and there are a group of strange-looking aborigines on the planet, but the lifespan of this group of aborigines is extremely short."

"Also, because I'm too big, they can't see my existence, but I can look down on them and silently observe their life..."

Qian Wenhuan opened his mouth again, but said nothing. He didn't quite understand what Chen Chen meant.

"In human terms, it means that I am observing this speck of dust in front of me, and a group of bacteria on the dust."

It wasn't until this moment that Chen Chen raised his head, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Old Qian, do you think there is an observer in the sky above our earth? The reason why we couldn't find him may not be because He's hiding, but we don't even have the power to discover him..."

"But isn't it God then?"

Qian Wenhuan frowned. At this time, he had long been deeply influenced by the dogma of God's restricted area, and he completely denied the existence of God.

"No, of course not God."

Chen Chen shook his head, "According to the Bible, God created this world, but the observer is just observing. He is not responsible for 'creation', but often represents 'destruction'."

At the end, Chen Chen suddenly stretched out a finger, pressed lightly on the desk in front of him, and then wiped it back hard...

When Chen Chen raised his finger again, a thin black mark had already appeared on the desk in front of him.

That dust was crushed by Chen Chen.

Seeing this scene, Qian Wenhuan's expression moved slightly. Although he understood the meaning of Chen Chen's words, he did not understand Chen Chen's actions.

What's more, can humans really see microorganisms like bacteria clearly with the naked eye?