Cyber Forest Ranger Plan
Office of the Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office.
On the television screen, the spokespersons for Korea and Japan were exchanging insults.
Japan held up an enlarged poster of "Hoshino Seiichi" and denounced Korea shamelessness, while Korea frantically tried to distance itself, while also elevating the bombing of the Yasukuni Divine Toilet to a matter of national righteousness, resulting in a heated argument.
Sing Sing propped his legs up on the desk, holding a takeout box in one hand and a plastic spoon in the other, watching the news report about "Park Gukchang," laughing so hard that he almost spit rice into his nostrils.
"Keep arguing, keep arguing."
He shoveled a large mouthful of braised pork trotter rice soaked in broth. "It would be good if they fought. If they fought, I'd go resell some melon seeds, peanuts, and bottled water."
Just when Old Zhou was so happy he was practically beside himself.
The air pressure door of the special care isolation room in Zone C is tightly closed.
Inside the medical pod, the pale green nutrient solution was bubbling and churning.
Ueda Kenji lay inside with his eyes closed. Most of the uncontrolled proliferation of tissue, which had been twisted and gnarled like tree roots, had receded, and the bulging blue blood vessels had also calmed down considerably.
Professor Jiang Si nodded thoughtfully.
"Enzyme degradation progress 40%, gene stabilizing solution is effective."
The old man turned to his assistant and gave instructions.
"Go, increase the concentration by two points. This kid's lucky; the rest is up to fate."
On the other side, in the new employee cultural adaptation training room.
The incandescent light shone on two faces that looked utterly lifeless.
Ichirai Hisako stared blankly at the "Complete Guide to Basic Chinese Pinyin" on the table.
Daken next to him, was in an even worse situation.
A "Test Paper on China Labor Law and Social Morality" lay open in front of him, the paper clean and blank, without a single word written on it.
"Bpmf... dtnl..."
Ichirai Hisako scratched her hair in frustration and muttered, "Why do I have to memorize pinyin here?!"
Daken gritted his teeth, and with a "whoosh," his bone claws sprang out.
He stared at the multiple-choice questions on the test paper:
If you encounter an elderly person who has fallen in a public place, what should Mutants do?
A. Pretend you didn't see it and walk away.
B. Rush up and use your superpowers to heal the old man.
C. After taking photos and videos to preserve evidence, find eyewitnesses to help the child.
D. Carry the elderly person on their back and sprint 100 meters to the hospital.
Daken's head was buzzing. What kind of bizarre questions were these?
Two clear coughs came from the podium.
Da Vinci, still wearing his tattered white lab coat, said slowly, "The compensation for damaging public property will be deducted from your internship salary. Your dad came and said that if you dare to skip class or cause trouble, he'll hang you on the horizontal bar in the playground and whip you."
Daken, who was about to smash the table, finally calmed down.
Grinding his back teeth, he flicked his wrist and sharpened a pencil for Ichirai Hisako.
Looking at the sharpened pen tip, Ichirai Hisako paused for two seconds, then said, "Thank you."
Daken is so handsome
After having eaten and drunk his fill, Sing Sing threw the lunchbox into the trash can, rummaged through a drawer for a few packets of spicy strips, stuffed them into his pocket, and hummed a little tune as he went out.
After strolling into the National Joint Center for Special Biosafety Technology, where his iris and fingerprints were verified, Old Zhou pushed open the door to a special recovery room.
He froze at the doorway as soon as he entered.
A tall, thin young man stood in the recovery room, his back to the door, turning his shoulders in front of the mirror.
The right arm is matte gray with a silver ring around the joint.
The pair of wings on its back were transformed into... steel wings?
Sing Sing silently approached the door and looked up to check the door number:
Special Recovery Room, Room 07
That's right, isn't it?
Pushing the door open again, the young man turned around at the sound.
Her face had thinned out, and her eyes... the outer ring of her pupils was a thin blue ring, and she snapped shut as she looked towards the doorway, like a camera focusing.
"Brother Zhou!"
"Luke?! Is it really you?!"
"Hey!" the young man grinned, revealing very white teeth. "It's me!"
Sing Sing was still somewhat incredulous. "You... Jiang Si disassembled and reassembled you?"
"All six phases are complete."
Mayfly raised her right arm. "I had my arm reattached last week, my eyeball replaced the day before yesterday, and the bandages were just removed this morning. The doctor said I'm the best quality in this batch."
Speak like a human being! What does "superior quality" mean?
The sound of an enamel mug being tapped on a table came from the inner room.
Professor Jiang Si strolled out with his hands behind his back. "It means that among all the modified subjects in the center, he had the lowest rejection rate and the best data. The kid is lucky and lived up to expectations."
Sing Sing was speechless. How did this perfectly normal child become a cyborg?
Mayfly Luke happily pointed to his eyes and boasted, "I can zoom now, up to eight times! And I can even have night vision!"
The Mayfly excitedly approached. "I'm about to have my first test flight. Want to watch?"
"Look! You have to see it!"
Sing Sing took out some spicy strips from his pocket and took a bite.
"I want to see what kind of mess Old Man Jiang has made of you. Maybe you're all show and no substance."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Si's already messy white hair stood on end again.
"Bullshit! What do you mean by 'lump of iron'? This is art! This is a perfect symphony of carbon-based and silicon-based materials, don't you understand? Kid, open this butcher's eyes!"
Sing Sing was dragged and pulled by Jiang Si to the testing site.
Once the staff were ready, the Mayfly's wings quickly unfolded, creating a gust of wind that nearly blew the spicy snack in Sing Sing's hand away.
Sing Sing squinted, scrutinizing Luke in mid-air.
Good heavens, that shape, that imposing presence... what would happen if it flew out of the air?
The Mayfly hovered in mid-air, and a flash of blue light appeared in the mechanical eye.
"Brother Zhou, you have a little chili pepper stuck in your tooth, near your third tooth on the left."
Sing Sing, who had been rejoicing that the kid had finally become more cheerful, suddenly darkened his face and silently licked his back teeth with his tongue.
The Mayfly chuckled and nimbly somersaulted in the air.
The thrust of the steel wings is controlled perfectly, making it easy to dive or climb.
After the test flight, when Mayfly went for a physical examination, Jiang Si came over triumphantly, looking for praise.
"How about that? The fluid dynamics design and my neural connection technology are top-notch, aren't they! That old charlatan Da Vinci knew absolutely nothing about science! He tied two wires to a toad's legs and called that biological research?"
Sing Sing was still unsure.
"If you turn him into a Transformer, what happens to his original abilities? Will he still have the ability to smell pesticides and find bugs?"
Jiang Si looked at him like he was an idiot.
"Are you insulting my professional standards? I not only preserved his insect senses, but I also linked his olfactory nerves with his mechanical eyes!"
"Now, as soon as he smells the odor of pests, the robotic eye can automatically analyze the type and density of the pests, and can even directly provide pesticide formulation instructions!"
Upon arriving at the testing equipment, Jiang Si grabbed a long list of data sheets, glanced at them, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Zero rejection rate, extremely high neural synchronization rate. Perfect! This is my greatest work this year!"
Upon hearing that the test was perfect after completing the examination, Mayfly quickly approached Sing Sing and asked expectantly, "Brother Zhou, when can I go back to work?"
"Going to work? With that kind of gear, you should at least be in a special operations team or a commando unit, right?"
Luke panicked, pointing towards the door. "No! It's that patch of woods that was assigned to me in the compound, I haven't checked on it for months! I'm worried the pine caterpillars are infesting it again, I have to go back and spray pesticides!"
Looking at this cyberpunk youth who exuded the aura of Ultimate Nullifier but whose mind was only focused on spraying pesticides and eliminating pests, Sing Sing was utterly speechless.
Wow, that's impressive. They spent so much money to create a super soldier, and his dream is to be a cyber ranger.
This is very much like 749 Bureau.