The modified human project proposed by Chen Chen was eventually named the "Robocop" project.
The next afternoon, Chen Chen walked out of Minister Zurama'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 Ministry of Resources building, Zurama looked at Chen Chen's back with a complicated expression and was speechless for a long time.
"The situation has been set. The entire Namibia is now under his control..."
Watching the car slowly driving away, Zurama suddenly had an idea at this time: If the businessman's car suddenly exploded at this time, would it be more beneficial for the Namibian government?
Although Blacklight Biotechnology would be in chaos because of this and cause huge economic losses, Namibia could also take the opportunity to receive a large amount of wealth and technology. This wealth was even enough to make Namibia surpass the Rainbow Nation and become the hegemon of Africa...
However, in the next second, Zurama completely dispelled this idea.
This was because he knew that if Chen Chen died, in addition to the above situation, there was another more likely scenario. That was, the Mainland and Northern America would act instantly and come to snatch the assets left by Chen Chen. At that time, the wolves would be everywhere. Unless Namibia was willing to go against these behemoths, it could only reluctantly return these technologies to the Mainland.
Otherwise, no matter who became the president, they would die a terrible death...
Moreover, if Chen Chen died, who would support his election? Who would still allow him to sit on the throne of Namibia's president?
Therefore, this idea only flashed in Zurama's mind for a moment before it disappeared again.
At this time, Zurama's heart was extremely complicated. On one hand, he hoped that his country could be strong and independent. On the other hand, he hoped that he could stand at the top of Namibia's power. These two options were incompatible...
Thinking of this, Zurama could only close his eyes with a pained expression and at the same time, take a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he took out his phone and tried to check his bank account opened in Switzerland.
Just now, under the name of this account, there was an additional 30 million US dollars without a sound...
Seeing such a soul-stirring figure, Zurama's eyes remained calm. This amount of money no longer had much meaning to him. Perhaps a few years ago, this huge figure would have made him ecstatic, but now, it only attracted a slight glance from him.
Immediately, Zurama closed the account, then cleared all the use records, and finally turned off the computer.
...
While Zurama was busy working on the "Modified Human Act" proposed by Chen Chen, Qian Wenhuan had already begun casting.
At this time, Qian Wenhuan was sitting at the conference table in boredom, watching his team constantly move a thick stack of documents from the police station. These documents had piled up on the conference table to the height of half a person, but there was still a steady stream of new documents being moved in.
"CEO Qian, these are the information on the injured and disabled police officers in Namibia. They're all here since 2000."
An assistant walked over silently and reminded him in a low voice, "There's a total of 320 servings."
"Qian Chen"
Qian Wenhuan clapped his hands. Immediately, everyone raised their heads subconsciously and looked over.
"Wenhuan Chen: Chen Qian of" I Chen Chen Chen Chen Chen. "Qian: Chen Chen Chen Chen Chen
"Chen. Chen" Chen "Chen Chen Chen Chen Chen", "Chen Chen Chen Chen Chen", "Chen Chen Chen", "Chen Chen Chen Chen Chen Of Chen", "Chen.
"Chen. Chen.
Everyone replied in a scattered manner. Then, they picked up the stack of documents one by one and opened them one by one.
It was the same for Qian Wenhuan. He didn't completely hand over this task to his subordinates. Instead, he worked with the others to filter and find suitable targets.
In fact, those cases were from a long time ago and were basically in a state of abandonment. Firstly, it had been 25 years since 2000, and the injured and disabled police officers were at least 40 or 50 years old. At this age, their ability to adapt and react had greatly declined. Coupled with the many years of disability, even if they could still move, they had lost the ability to continue handling cases.
Therefore, Qian Wenhuan focused on looking for police officers who had been injured or disabled in recent years.
It was just that the conditions were a little too harsh.
In the next hour, Qian Wenhuan read more than a dozen cases in a row, but he wasn't satisfied with any of them. Either the other party was too old, or the other party's degree of disability wasn't severe enough. They were only missing an arm or a leg, and it was rare for them to be completely paralyzed.
However, on second thought, Qian Wenhuan was relieved. After all, Namibia's national strength was already very weak. Whether it was medical care or other conditions, there was no guarantee. The people were even more impoverished. Once there was a major casualty accident, those people could not be saved.
Even if they were saved, they would starve to death due to poverty and loss of self-care ability.
Thinking of this, Qian Wenhuan frowned and continued to search.
Finally, an ID photo on a file made his eyes light up.
It was a white man wearing the police uniform of a first-class superintendent. His name was Brook Humphrey, a native resident who moved here during the German colonization.
He had brown hair and black eyes instead of the blonde hair and blue eyes unique to the Caucasian race. However, the lines of his cheeks were as three-dimensional as those of the Caucasian race. He had a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, eyes as sharp as an eagle's, and thin, sharp lips.
This Brook had a righteous and awe-inspiring face. Although he was a little rough, he was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.
Then, Qian Wenhuan continued to read.
Brook was only thirty-two years old this year. Just two years ago, when he turned thirty, he was unfortunately hit in the spine by a stray bullet during a conflict to arrest a criminal.
At that time, the situation was not so bad that he would be paralyzed. However, when he was sent to the hospital, the doctor made a major mistake during the operation, which eventually led to his complete paralysis from the neck down.
"Not bad... Young, outstanding appearance, the condition of the injury is also sufficient, and the condition of the injury is also in line with the publicity plan. Now there are only two requirements left — family and personality."
Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan was a little elated. He took out a marker, marked the selected signal in this file, and then put all the information back.
Qian Wenhuan's only concern was that now that two years had passed, he did not know if this person was still alive.
Next, Qian Wenhuan found another file that was more suitable, but unlike the previous one, this was a black man.
In fact, this black detective named Blake Morton was only twenty-five years old, and his appearance was ordinary. Although the requirements for appearance were a little lacking, the other party had a racial advantage, which could not be ignored.
His experience was even more horrifying. Because he was pursuing a drug case without permission, he was ambushed by a drug dealer. His limbs were directly cut off, and he was turned into a human stick. In the end, he stubbornly survived.
All of this happened less than a year ago.
Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan did not hesitate at all and directly included this file in the list of candidates, even giving it a higher priority than the previous Brook.
Then, Qian Wenhuan sat quietly for more than half an hour, until he finished reading all the forty or fifty files in front of him, he did not find a single one that met the requirements. Either the other party was too old, or the injury was not serious enough to make a fuss in these aspects.
Qian Wenhuan stretched, raised his head, and threw the two files to the center of the conference table. At the same time, he said, "I've selected two. You guys hurry up, and when you're done, send all the selected targets to my office."
Saying that, he turned around and left the conference room.
Next, Qian Wenhuan returned to his office to check a few more files. It was not until the end of the morning that his secretary came in with seven or eight files.
"Mr. Qian, the selected files are all here. Please take a look."
Qian Wenhuan nodded and asked the secretary to put the files on his desk. He then took one of the files and opened it.
This time, it was much faster. It only took him ten minutes to read all seven files selected by everyone.
Then, Qian Wenhuan hesitated for a moment, and finally kicked out the files of the two oldest police officers. These two police officers were over forty years old, and although they were only middle-aged, Qian Wenhuan still passed them.
Then, he removed a police officer who looked more abstract, and a police officer who was only paralyzed in the lower half of his body, but could still use his arms.
In the end, apart from the two files he had selected earlier, only one still met the requirements.
It was a man named Hodge. He was different from the previous two. When he was chasing the criminal's vehicle, the collision caused the vehicle to overturn, which eventually caused a fire and caused severe burns all over his body.
This man named Hodge had lost all the skin on his body, and at the same time, his hands and feet were burned to charcoal, completely losing their physiological significance. Even his facial features were completely burned.
Even the burned parts included his trachea and lungs. Now he could only stay in the intensive care unit, forcibly hanging on to life.
Looking at the date when the incident happened, it turned out to be only half a month ago. Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan could no longer sit still. He stood up with a bang and said to the secretary, "Go inform the company's office in Windhoek and ask him to immediately go to Windhoek General Hospital to find a patient named Hodge. Tell the hospital that no matter how much money it costs, they must save the patient's life."
Then, Qian Wenhuan thought about it and added, "By the way, inform the company's transportation department that I need a private helicopter to go to Windhoek."
"Understood."
The secretary immediately understood and he quickly walked out of the office.
Looking at the three pieces of information in his hand, Qian Wenhuan fell into a dilemma. He wanted to choose Hodge directly, but the other two were also very suitable, so he thought about it and simply took all three pieces of information. Then, he got into the elevator and went up to the top floor.
When he reached the top floor with ease, because the entire top floor was an office, Qian Wenhuan saw Chen Chen sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the elevator at a glance.
"Old Qian, you're here."
Chen Chen did not seem surprised by Qian Wenhuan's arrival. He just stared at the table very seriously as if he was looking at something ordinary people could not see.
Seeing that Chen Chen had maintained the same posture from beginning to end, Qian Wenhuan could not help feeling a little strange. He looked at Chen Chen's table and was even more dumbfounded because there was nothing on the table where Chen Chen was staring at.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
Qian Wenhuan asked in surprise.
"I'm looking at the microscopic world."
Chen Chen did not look up but just replied calmly, "There's a planet in front of me and there's a group of strange-looking natives on the planet, but the lifespan of this group of natives is extremely short.
"Moreover, because I'm too big, they can't see my existence, but I can look down on them and silently observe their lives..."
Qian Wenhuan opened his mouth again but nothing came out. He did not quite understand what Chen Chen meant by this.
"In human terms, it means that I'm observing this speck of dust in front of me and a group of bacteria on the dust."
Only then did Chen Chen raise his head. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile and he said, "Old Qian, do you think there's also an observer in the sky above our Earth? The reason why we can't find it may not be that it's hiding, but that we don't even have the power to find it... "
"But then, isn't it God?"
Qian Wenhuan frowned. At this time, he had long been deeply influenced by the dogma of God's Forbidden Zone and completely denied the existence of God.
"No, of course, it's not God."
Chen Chen shook his head. "According to the Bible, God created this world, but the observer only observes. He's not responsible for 'creation', but often represents' destruction '."
At the end of his words, Chen Chen suddenly stretched out a finger, pressed it gently on the desk in front of him, and then wiped it backward...
When Chen Chen raised his finger again, a thin black mark had appeared on the desk in front of him.
The speck of dust was crushed by Chen Chen.
Seeing this scene, Qian Wenhuan's expression shifted slightly. Although he understood the meaning of Chen Chen's words, he did not understand Chen Chen's actions.
Moreover, could humans really see microorganisms like bacteria with the naked eye?
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