Minos Island Underground Facility.
In the observation room with special glass walls for the floor and walls, William and Halsey stood side by side, looking at the fourteen Giant Mecha outside the wall.
"William."
At this time, Halsey has become accustomed to calling William by his real name. As long as he is alone, he will generally not call him boss anymore.
After all, we have already been 'honest to each other', it's just the last step.
Halsey looked at the machine numbered 7 on the left chest in the center, and explained to William on the side:
"The fourteen machines in front of you and me, each incorporates Spartans's own genes and characteristics, which is equivalent to expanding Spartans seventy-five times.
Judging from the literal data alone, the body of John is the most stable and comprehensive."
"The most stable?" William raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Halsey on the right side of his body, wondering:
"Will these organisms still go berserk?"
"Rampage?" Halsey frowned slightly, as if hearing this word for the first time, and said:
"These organisms have no thoughts and are just living bodies. How could they go berserk?"
"Well, that's fine." William secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If Bio-Mecha created by Umbrella could really go berserk like in <EVA>, then things would be really interesting.
The earth cannot withstand a few 'impacts'.
Halsey didn't know what William, whose face was gradually soothing, was thinking, but continued to explain to him:
"The so-called most stable reason is not that William will lose control like you, but that the body data of each Sparta is different.
Like Mylon and Karl, their bodies completely inherit their own characteristics.
The Mylon machine far surpasses all other Sparta machines in terms of strength and defense capabilities, but it ranks at the bottom in terms of reaction speed.
As for Karl, her body has extremely strong balance and coordination capabilities, but she is at a disadvantage in terms of defense and strength.
Only John's body is the most perfect God Body in terms of strength, defense, balance, etc."
"Well, otherwise I wouldn't let John become Umbrella's Master Chief." William nodded.
"Except John." Halsey turned his attention to the machine number nine and said with a satisfied smile:
"No. 9's Jerome is also very good, second only to John in various statistics, and even as good as John in terms of luck."
Said.
Halsey walked to the operating console aside and smiled at William, "I have explained the general situation to you, then it is time for Sparta to control the power of 'god'."
"Hehe, okay."
William also looked out the window with anticipation, preparing to witness the moment when the god created by Umbrella 'stands up'.
Underground Facility.
Spartans dedicated equipment room.
With the assistance of technicians, fourteen Sparta put on uniform black tight-fitting uniforms, and green neural sensors were affixed to their temples.
With an average age of fifteen, their immature faces reveal vicissitudes of life and perseverance befitting their age.
Spartans, who has undergone transformation surgery, is no longer a "child" in the eyes of various troops. Their actual combat experience far exceeds that of Marine Corps and Helljumpers.
Even when there is a military operation involving Sparta, Containment Unit's morale often rises significantly, and the mission success rate remains at 100% until now.
Just as William originally expected, Sparta is not just a military unit, but a benchmark, representing the strongest combat power of mankind.
As one agent said, "Sparta never asks questions, they only gettheshitDONE!"
Fourteen Spartans who finished dressing walked down from the silver metal platform one after another, moving their bodies to adapt to the special tight-fitting clothes.
"Click, click."
Mylon twisted the joints of his neck, clenched his fists tightly and made a clicking sound, and complained in a hoarse voice that was in the stage of changing his voice:
"I'm really not used to it without Thor's Hammer. I feel so insecure."
Having said this, Mylon glanced at Karl on his left and said with a silly smile, "Speaking of security, Karl, don't you think this outfit is awkward?"
Karl, who was overly developed, rolled his eyes at Mylon and said with disgust, "I really don't know what your brain is made of."
"That's enough."
At this time, John stood in front of everyone Sparta, looked at Mylon and said in a low voice, "No. 3, from now on you are not allowed to speak again, this is an order."
"..." Mylon straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and silently said with his lips: 'Sir, yes, sir'.
John glared at Mylon again, then looked at all Sparta and said softly, "Everyone.
I don't want to say anything unnecessary, and I'm not good at inspiring people either.
There is only one thing to say, and that is to get things done."
Having said this, John turned around and walked outside and ordered, "Let's go and prepare to enter our respective bodies."
All Spartans except Mylon responded loudly, "Yes, Master Chief!"
Immediately afterwards, Spartans left the equipment room accompanied by technicians.
Walking outside, they were standing on the far left side of the fourteen huge machines, at the same level as the brains of the machines.
Look around.
The back of each machine body has a cylindrical plug with a white center and red ends, with an umbrella logo printed on it.
Spartans walked along the iron corridor in order, came to the insertion plug corresponding to the respective number, and sat in the insertion plug with the assistance of the technician.
The bolted door is closed.
From John's perspective, after closing the bolt door, it was completely dark at first, but as the display screen inside the bolt slowly lit up, John could clearly see all the happenings around him.
The insertion bolt he was riding on was slowly entering the interior of the machine body.
"Click!" means that the fitting is completed and the vision is converted into the body's eyes.
At the same time, the voice of Cortana said, "Master Chief, the nerve sensing connection liquid is about to be injected. I hope you can prepare it in advance."
Cortana just finished speaking.
A certain viscous transparent liquid began to be gradually injected into the insertion plug of John, and soon the entire insertion plug was filled.
This is NCF Liquid, which allows the driver to communicate with the body Neural Link, and can directly provide oxygen to the driver's lungs.
When the NCF was filled, a miniature virtual image of Cortana also appeared on the console in front of John.
The reason why Sparta can be so arrogant is inseparable from the assistance of Cortana.
In order to ensure that the project of testing the divine body progresses smoothly, Cortana needs to select a Sparta, enter the driving bolt with him and perform Neural Link.
And she chose John.
Under the influence of NCF, it is equivalent to John and Cortana driving the divine body together.