Chapter 575: Consciousness 1

Connor clapped his hands, and the gate on one side of the demonstration hall slowly rose, and seven voters lined up to walk out from behind the door. They were peculiar in shape, with particularly wide upper body, especially their right shoulder was twice as thick as normal, and their outside was covered with thick exoskeletons. Their anti-joint legs and their right arms were twice as thick as normal. As soon as these voters appeared, researchers sent the materials they had prepared long ago to Bebraz and Haydn.

This group of strange-sized voters have seventh-level local defense enhancement, fifth-level strength and fifth-level weapon control ability. They also use the technology of the Scorpion of Disaster, and have emotional castration, weakened pain, and strengthened perception. These are a group of monsters specially designed for war, and they are obviously used in conjunction with the heavy sniper we just experimented with.

Bebraz put the information in his hand aside and said slowly like an old man: "The gun just now is specially used for these people, right?"

The critical time has come.

Dr. Conner took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said in a stern voice: "This gun and these voters are designed as a whole, specially made, and it can be said that the gunman is one. These specially made voters, paired with this special gun, can pose a fatal threat to the ninth-level abilities within 500 meters. If the seven people cooperate to form a barrage, they can threaten any ninth-level abilities within a range of 1,000 meters. And they use the emotional control technology that has been cracked from the latest crack of the Scorpion of Disaster. They are not afraid of death, are extremely brave, and absolutely obey orders! Even if they are asked to commit suicide, they will be executed immediately.

Importantly, these voters can be mass-produced! Because only specific abilities are needed to be generated and only strengthened locally, their cost is much lower than previous voters. The resources consumed by cultivating a seventh-level ability person can produce eleven such voters. Dear Speaker, Lord Haydn, this means that we finally have enough power to check and balance the ninth-level ability person. In Parliament, no, on the entire continent, there are very few ninth-level ability persons, and voters can be created infinitely! I believe that the Speaker, who has a large army of voters, will become the real master of the world of the Doomsday War!"

"Lord of the World?" Bebraz repeated in a low voice, his muscles tugging on his face a few times, and a thoughtful smile appeared.

Haydn looked up at the sky and didn't look at anyone in the demonstration hall. Her golden eyes crossed the transparent glass curtain wall at the upper half of the hall and landed on the calculation center in another space. Like a huge crystal column, various lights were constantly shining on the calculation center. Haydn seemed to be more interested in these lights and did not pay any attention to the seven special voters holding special heavy snipers. In the demonstration just now, the voters were equipped with heavy sniper guns and the seven special voters holding special snipers were only twenty meters away from Bebraz. However, no one had any objections to this, and I don't know if I really believe Dr. Connor's statement that they could have complete control.

Bebraz pondered, his eyes constantly scanning the seven special voters. Every second passed, there would be more sweat on Dr. Conner's forehead.

Just when Dr. Connor could hardly bear it, Bebraz finally spoke: "Unlimited mass production? This idea is good, I like it."

Dr. Conner's face slightly stopped, but then he looked ecstatic.

Bebraz leaned back, looked at Haydn, and asked, "What do you think?"

Haydn said absent-mindedly: "Unlimited mass production is of course good, but there are still prerequisites. Moreover, these monsters are far from as good as he said. They are just inferior products that cut corners. I don't think a voter who has lived less than a month will be of any help to us. With these resources, it's better to create a complete version of the seventh-level voter."

"One month?" Connor shouted, even when facing Haydn, he seemed to be disobedient. This is very simple, because Haydn's evaluation is basically equivalent to sentenceing the entire plan to death.

"After the third plan is completely improved, the lifespan of special voters will be as long as five years! Even in the current incomplete development state, their lives will last for one and a half years! In one and a half years, an army that can fight against ninth-level abilities is enough to change the situation of the battle!" Dr. Conner said firmly that he no longer cared about Shanghai Don's status and threats.

Haydn smiled relaxedly: "I admit that you are right. Such an army can completely determine the situation of the battle. If, Dr. Conner, the voters you provide can indeed meet the standards in the information. But unfortunately, the things standing in front of us seem to be not even defective!"

As he said that, Haydn reached out and grabbed the pistol from a guard's waist, and the pistol from a guard's waist came to Haydn's hand. The boy did not aim at it at all, and pointed at a special voter at all, and fired three shots! The voter's upper body immediately had three bullet holes, arranged in an inverted triangle shape, and blood kept pouring out. Three shots hit the shoulder armor with enhanced defense, the other shot hit the left chest, and the third shot opened a bullet hole in the abdomen.

This is a typical new era pistol, known for its high precision, high firing rate, and large ammunition load, but its power is not too great, and it is not as powerful as the old Magnum. The ability of the fourth-level defense can effectively resist, and even if the fifth-level defender is shot at close range, he will suffer a little bit of skin injury. After Haydn's three shots, it can be seen immediately that this special voter only has about the fourth level of defense, which is not the seventh level that Dr. Conner said!

The special voters did not dodge or express their pain, indicating that the emotional and pain control system was very successful. But blood was constantly flowing out of the bullet holes, getting faster and faster, and there was no sign of stopping. And after a while, even tiny tissue particles began to appear from the blood!

Bebraz's eyebrows frowned slightly. As the blood flow accelerated, the bodies of the special voters began to shake, and Connor's face was pale as paper. As the authority in the field of biological genes, how could he not see what was going on? The genes inside the body of this special voter were disintegrating at an astonishing speed!

With a plop, the voter's huge body fell heavily to the ground.

Haydn threw his pistol to the ground and said in a devilish tone: "A mere fourth-level defense and a few small bullet holes may cause gene disintegration. This is the result of the unprecedentedly expensive Project 3? Dr. Conner, your sense of humor is really admirable, but today is May 11, not April 1. Let's see your real results!"

Dr. Connor's face changed rapidly, his eyes were covered with blood. He didn't hear Haydn's words at all, and he rushed onto the dying voter, tearing his clothes wildly, and shouting: "This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

After tearing off the clothes, the doctor found that he could not deal with the voters' bodies, so he jumped up again, grabbed a dagger from the guard, and ignored the blood stains, and used all his strength to cut open the chest of the special voters! When the chest was opened, a thick stream of blood suddenly spewed out, splashing Dr. Conner's face! The plasma was mixed with a large amount of fine internal organs, and all the organs in the voters' bodies turned into a thick mixture of blood, a thick mixture of flesh and body fluids.

Seeing this scene, Dr. Conner's body gradually trembled. He jumped up suddenly and rushed to the middle-aged male assistant who had been standing calmly in the corner. He grabbed his collar hard and roared hysterically: "What's going on! What's the material? Where did the material go? I asked you to use half of the material on them, but why is there nothing at all!"

But this time, the assistant who is usually respectful to the doctor and who will strictly execute every order of the doctor seems particularly cold. He grabbed Connor's hands, pulled it apart with the doctor's irresistible strength, and pushed it casually, causing Connor to stagger back a few steps. Connor was shocked and looked in surprise as if he had suddenly become a person's assistant.

The assistant sorted out the slightly wrinkled laboratory suit and said in a very cold voice: "I'm sorry, Dr. Conner, I can't execute your order because the materials have been used up."

"Impossible! I obviously remember that there are 6 ingredients left! Where are they?" Dr. Conner said gritting his teeth, his face becoming almost distorted.

The assistant looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man, and said, "Sorry, Doctor, I think you know better than me that materials are unreplicable. Such precious materials should not be used on the completely immature plan No. 3. In the absence of more materials, any mass production statement is a complete lie! Therefore, for the benefit of the parliament, I cannot allow myself to become an accomplice of your fraud. All materials have been used by me on the test body of the "Apostle" No. 3."

"Apostle III Test Body?" Dr. Conner read it several times before suddenly remembering something and shouting angrily: "You bastard! Do you dare to touch those three super voters? I will kill you!!"

Connor grabbed the bloody dagger and rushed towards his assistant, but he only took one step and could no longer move forward. He couldn't help but rise from the ground and floated in the air.

Haydn didn't move any, but everyone knew that the "Void Cage" that trapped Connor in the air was his unique eighth-level spell ability. Haydn smiled and asked, "Can I insert a question? What is the material referring to?"
Chapter completed!