Although Voltu had reached a strategic partnership with Chen Ang, Chen Ang's trust in him was still maintained at a limited level. Voltu's moral standards might be as he claimed, far higher than the average standard on Tatooine, but Tatooine's moral standards were not at a high level.
Voltu could only say that they were not too bad.
Something as important as the spaceship could not be exposed to him. Chen Ang could only use the instruments on the spaceship to build a complete human laboratory in Mrs. Smith's basement.
"Where did these things come from? Oh! No, you don't have to tell me. " Voltu was shocked by the silver-plated instruments as soon as he entered. His eyes could not help but stare at the nameplate of the instrument, and his mouth instinctively recited a number. Then, he hammered his heart with his right hand, feeling the thumping vibration.
This was not an act. Voltu was a Toydarian who had seen the world. When he was young, he had participated in the seasonal war on his home planet, Toydaria. He had seen with his own eyes the Star Destroyer Cannons bombing planets, and the turbolaser cannons blowing up enemy ships. But it was one thing to see a grand scene.
However, it was a completely different matter when he faced the dozen or so glittering golden instruments that were obviously very valuable. At that moment, Voltu even had the urge to open his mouth wide and use Anakin to threaten Chen Ang in exchange for these instruments.
Fortunately, the laser cannons beside him quickly calmed him down.
Voltu keenly noticed that the laser operating table placed in the middle of the laboratory was of a military-grade precision. This meant that this laser operating table could be used for taboo research, such as genetic experiments, live human research, and so on.
In fact, the body modification surgery that Voltu was going to perform today was also in the gray area of taboo research. Human modification surgery was difficult to distinguish from 'mechanical prosthetics'. Moreover, so what if it violated the Galactic Republic's Research Act?
The Galactic Republic even banned slavery!
Tatooine did whatever it was supposed to do, didn't it? The ruler here was the lawless villain Jabba, not the Galactic Republic. Like the tens of thousands of remote planets in the universe, those with power were the boss.
In the Galactic Republic, the separatist forces were getting stronger and stronger. Forcibly unifying the social concepts of tens of thousands of races was a difficult and unrewarding task. The undercurrents surging under the surface of the Republic were getting more and more agitated. Even within the Republic, there were voices of hawks who wanted to maintain unity with an iron fist.
Voltu looked at the prosthetic limbs that Chen Ang handed over. The limbs floating in the nutrient solution exuded a faint purple glow, which was very similar to Voltu's skin. The prosthetic limbs were a right foot and a pair of wings. They looked very healthy, and there was nothing different about them.
They were even moving slightly in the nutrient solution, as if they had just been plucked from a human body. Of course, Voltu knew that this was just an illusion. Such limbs were cultivated directly. Generally speaking, due to excessive cell division, they would be a little fragile and old. This was also the reason why many warriors would rather use prosthetic limbs than cloned limbs.
Lying on the laser operating table, Voltu blinked at Chen Ang. "You have to keep me awake during the operation, or I will send out the signal immediately … Wait, what is this?"
Voltu pointed to the purple liquid in the syringe. The Overclocking Agent lay innocently in the test tube, accepting Voltu's questioning gaze.
"You talk too much!" Chen Ang, who had entered the operating state, was obviously different from before. Voltu was very uncomfortable to find that Chen Ang's eyes had become a little cold, and his tone was a little impatient. The way he looked at him was cold without a trace of warmth. His eyes were stubborn and focused, and his state was very serious.
"Wait, what's wrong with you?" Voltu struggled violently on the laser operating table. When he saw the deep blue color in Chen Ang's pupils, he felt very scared. That kind of rational and cold state reminded him of the war robots. "You're not in the right state. No, I don't want to do this operation. Let me go!"
"Let me go!" Voltu screamed.
A pair of short hands slapped around. Looking at the syringe that was getting closer and closer, Voltu pressed the signal transmitter in panic. Then, he was surprised to see that the transmitter was still green. It was supposed to make an ear-piercing buzzing sound and notify the mercenaries hundreds of miles away.
But now, it was lying quietly in Voltu's palm, as if nothing had happened.
"No!" Voltu broke down. He slapped the signal transmitter in his hand and struggled to resist the approaching syringe, but it was useless. His body stiffened, and the purple liquid was still injected into his body.
The deep blue color in Chen Ang's eyes had already expanded, and there was even a faint light emitting from his pupils. He controlled the laser needle and pierced it into Voltu's spine, paralyzing him on the operating table.
Voltu's face was filled with extreme fear. Looking at its appearance, it seemed that its spirit was on the verge of collapse. But soon, with the transformation of the Overclocking Elixir, a deep blue color appeared in its pupils, and its body completely relaxed.
The laser scalpel gently cut open its skin. In Chen Ang's hands, the scalpel seemed to have a life of its own. It jumped on Voltu's body tissues and peeled off its nerves bit by bit. A gray nerve line that looked like a spirit snake was picked out by Chen Ang from the nutrient solution. It replaced Voltu's nerves and connected it to its body.
This kind of nervous system, which imitated the human meridians, was the latest result of Chen Ang's research on an alien creature called the Quiet Void Worm. This kind of Zerg, whose nervous structure and meridians were almost the same, was born with extremely keen reflexes. Chen Ang even imitated the mysterious radiation on Crete's Dragon Ball to establish a set of heterogeneous internal energy system.
The nerves easily fused into Voltu's body, and even fused with the original nervous system. The overclocked brain was also controlled by the nervous system, and the rest was maintained at Voltu's original level. This miraculous fusion ability was an unexpected gain of the internal energy system. Chen Ang still did not understand the reason.
Ignorance must be verified!
This kind of thing that could not be understood, of course, the first thing to do was to do experiments and understand it. Voltu just ran into the muzzle of the gun and became the first subject of Chen Ang's science and martial arts system.
When the blue light in Voltu's eyes dissipated, it saw Chen Ang massaging his own head with a bitter smile. It could faintly hear the voice saying, "I lost control again this time. My condition is unstable …"
Voltu inexplicably recalled its lost consciousness. It did not care about the signal transmitter that had been smashed into pieces in front of it. In its impression, everything went smoothly. "Was it successful?" it asked joyfully.
With a thought, the wings on its back instinctively flapped. A stream of light flashed behind it, and Voltu suddenly jumped a distance of tens of meters in an instant. It was wrapped in electric light, and the high speed formed by the particle movement did not hurt it.
"This is …" Voltu began to feel dizzy.
It felt as if it could sense the surrounding magnetic field, and the wings behind it were like two particle engines that could easily cut through the magnetic field and obtain a super high speed. It seemed to be a little faster than twice the speed of sound. Electromagnetic abilities of living beings were rare even in the universe. The number of living beings on the planets that could have such abilities could be counted on one hand.
Other than those living in the universe, most of the intelligent beings born on the planets only had weak bodies, and completely relied on technology to have the power to conquer nature. In the universe, only the Jedi Knights had the terrifying spiritual power that surpassed technology. During the Force Tide, the Jedi Masters could even use the Force to crush the planet.
Therefore, the universe civilizations that clearly showed the law of the jungle would use the will of the Jedi to structure a relatively peaceful system like the Republic. For many of the weaker races, the magical evolutionary abilities of the living beings in the universe determined their status.
No matter how nice the Galaxy Republic's words were, in many vast universes, people were still used to using strength to determine social status. Pirates and mercenaries were even more so. Even Voltu's commercial status came from its psychic ability that was not affected by the Jedi's mind control.
Apart from everything else, Tatooine was definitely a place where the strong ruled. The biggest expense here was the endless supply of weapons and food. If there were weapons, there would be food. For the people of Tatooine, a suitable weapon was everything. But what weapon was more reassuring than one's own body?
Voltu was deeply excited. Although it was just a grocery store owner, it had to spend a large sum of money to hire mercenary groups to protect it in addition to Jabba's taxes. It knew very well what kind of price these mercenary groups would pay to improve their own strength!
In any case, it was the kind that would not bear to use it even if it was beaten to death.
The merchant's blood in its body was boiling, and it excitedly turned into a gorgeous halo of particles. In the blink of an eye, it circled the laboratory dozens of times before stopping in front of Chen Ang. Its purple wings spread slightly, and Voltu floated in front of Chen Ang, the magnetic field surrounding it to protect it.
"I'll give you the identification of Anakin and the others now, but you have to allow me to do one thing! I want to show them this thing! "Voltu said to him excitedly, already planning how to rip off those mercenaries.
Everyone had been mercenaries for so many years, who did not have a few spare parts on them? Voltu dared to guarantee that those barbarians who relied on force for a living would use up their last copper coin to buy a combat prosthetic for themselves. Many of the destitute old mercenaries would even spend all their savings to buy this thing.
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