"This person has an interesting way of thinking..."
As he watched Leon's wheelchair depart the room, the burly middle-aged man with a bionic prosthesis on his right hand suddenly commented.
"He's neither a police officer nor a soldier, and he's not physically disabled enough."
Beside him, a blonde woman said without hesitation, "This kind of person is not suitable to be a bionic soldier."
"I think so too."
The man who interrupted Leon earlier nodded. "The most important thing is that he has a problem with his thinking. He's too rebellious and that's not in line with the company's interests. I also don't recommend letting him pass the preliminary selection."
"I second that. Let's forget about this one then."
The last person chimed in.
With that, all three of them entered the FAILED option on the computer in front of them.
Only the middle-aged man who spoke first opened his mouth. He looked at the three of them with some reluctance and at the same time, looked at the screen in front of him.
Name: Pedro Leon.
Age: 26
Physical condition rating: C
Political thinking rating: C
Mental health rating: B
Overall evaluation:...
After thinking for a while, he gently tapped this paragraph on Leon's comprehensive evaluation form.
"Subject is full of justice and personality, strong self-awareness, and believes that he can be a key observation target. Please review."
After typing this sentence, the middle-aged man gave a PASSED rating alone before closing Leon's message.
Seeing this, the other three did not say anything. All four of them were in charge of the preliminary selection. After submitting the information, there would be a second sampling review conducted by the higher-ups. The chances of this happening were slim.
For a candidate who was FAILED by all three examiners, it was rare for them to change their evaluation and advance to the next round of selection.
The blonde woman nodded at the middle-aged man and pressed the button for the next number. Then, another patient with ALS slowly moved into the room in an electric wheelchair.
This incident was nothing more than a small interlude. The interview for the combative police force was still ongoing...
However, what the four of them did not know was that after Leon's information was submitted, the newly submitted information was automatically transferred from the failed group to the passed group. They did not know whether it was due to a system malfunction or some other reason.
Not only that, the red FAILED mark issued by the three examiners flashed and automatically turned into a green PASSED...
...
Bang!
A loud noise rang out, and a tall, sturdy, and fierce-looking man in a vest pushed open the metal door in front of him, and strode into a dark and damp garage.
The garage was in a mess. There were a lot of unknown parts and wires scattered all over the ground. In addition, there was an off-road vehicle parked in a corner of the garage.
On the other side of the garage, there was a server cluster consisting of five or six servers, causing the entire garage to be stuffy and humming with low noises all the time.
At this time, a young black man who was debugging the instrument suddenly turned around, took out a gun, and aimed it at the door. It was not until he saw the identity of the person at the door that he cursed angrily and came back to his senses to adjust the instrument in front of him.
"I say, Ghostfire, can't you just open the door properly?"
At this time, from the shadows of the garage, a woman wearing a baseball cap and dyed pink hair that covered the right side of her face walked out gracefully. She chewed on a piece of gum and said softly, "What made you so angry? Don't say anything, let me guess..."
As she said that, the woman looked behind the man in a vest with a mischievous expression, only to see Leon pushing his wheelchair in. "So it's because Lamb messed up the selection into the Blackwatch Combative Police Force?"
"You've guessed it, siren!"
The man in a vest was exasperated. "Leon always refuses to do what we discussed, he deserves to die!"
With that, the man in a vest turned around and pointed at Leon who was in the wheelchair. "Do you know how much time and effort we spent to help you erase the traces of your past? No, you can't even begin to imagine! "
"I'm very sorry, Ghostfire..."
Leon smiled bitterly. "There won't be a next time."
"Of course not, because we won't have another chance!"
Ghostfire roared, turned around angrily, and headed straight for the compartment inside the garage.
Then, he slammed the door shut.
The entire garage fell into an awkward silence.
"Heh, relax, Ghostfire has been like this ever since his wife and daughter passed away."
At this moment, a young man covered in engine oil slid out from under the off-road vehicle parked in the corner. He spoke to Leon and then slid back under the car without waiting for Leon's reply...
"Thanks, buddy..."
Leon could only nod and move to a corner dejectedly. He took out a picture frame from the table and quietly wiped it.
In the picture frame, the background was a grassy field and in the center of the picture was a woman sitting on a cool chair. She looked kind and motherly.
Beside the woman stood a shy young man. If one were to look closely, this young man looked exactly like Leon from a few years ago.
"Leon."
While Leon was looking at the woman's face in the picture frame with some disappointment, the pink-haired woman came up behind him again. She bent down slightly and looked at the picture frame in front of Leon. Suddenly, the smell of cheap perfume mixed with the woman's body scent wafted into Leon's nostrils...
"Lamb, what happened today?"
The woman asked with concern.
"No, nothing, I just didn't answer the interviewer's question according to what we agreed on."
Leon scratched his cheek awkwardly. The woman's hair tickled his cheek and he subconsciously moved away from her. "Christina, I..."
"Call me Siren, thank you."
The woman reminded him.
"Alright, Siren … You know, I have something in my heart that I want, so …"
Leon shrugged. "Let's think of another way. Maybe we can find evidence of the evil BHB Combative Police Force through other means and ruin their reputation."
"I guess that's the only way."
The woman seemed a little disappointed. She raised her head and looked at the young man who was tinkering with the server in front of her. "Digi, do you have any other ideas?"
"I'm just a hacker, I'll leave the scheming to you and the maintenance workers!"
The young man replied without looking up.
"Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
Another voice came from the bottom of the off-road vehicle.
"Looks like we don't have any other ideas for now..."
The woman immediately felt a little disappointed and helpless. She straightened her body and smoothed her hair, but accidentally revealed the right side of her face. On the right side of her face, there were layers upon layers of hideous scars that looked like the waves of the sea.
These were scars that would only be left behind by chemical corrosion.
However, at this time, Leon's phone suddenly beeped with the notification of a message. Leon instinctively looked down and took his phone out of his pocket. He saw that the message was an email.
Leon seemed to realize something. He was startled and slowly clicked on the email. Only then did he see that the email was sent from the official account of Blackwatch.
Could it be...
Leon quickly swiped at the top of the screen and revealed the content of the email:
"Dear Mr. Leon, after a preliminary review, we've determined that you have outstanding potential and an extraordinary sense of justice. Your qualifications are also very much in line with Blackwatch's recruitment requirements for the bionic combative police force. Therefore, starting next Wednesday, you'll be allowed to participate in the second round of selection for the combative police force. The venue will be 311 Reston Street in New York City. Please be punctual when the time comes — Blackwatch North American Branch Combative Police Force."
Leon's eyes widened when he saw this email. He raised his head and looked at the pink-haired woman who was equally stunned. "Christie... Siren, I passed the preliminary!"
"Thank God..."
The woman took the phone and was overjoyed. The young man and the man under the car also got up and rushed to the woman's side. They scrambled to look at the email on the phone.
"Oh, good job, Lamb!"
"That's so cool, the success rate of this kind of selection is less than one percent. Good job, Lamb!"
"Did you really pass?"
Hearing the cheers of the people in the garage, the man in the tank top who had been hiding in the back room rushed out. He snatched the phone from everyone's hands with a look of disbelief. When he saw the words on the screen, he suddenly laughed hysterically!
"Hahahaha... Good job, Leon, you're really something!"
With that, the man in the tank top even went forward to kiss Leon on the cheek, completely changing his previous attitude of throwing a tantrum.
Leon quickly pushed the man in the tank top away to avoid being covered in sweat.
After a brief celebration, the five of them calmed down again. They stopped what they were doing and sat down at a table to discuss the next step of the plan.
"Our next goal is to get the Lamb through the second round of screening by Blackwatch."
At the conference table, the man in the tank top took a gulp of beer and at the same time, urged, "For the second round of selection, Digital, what can you do to help?"
"I can try to hack into the intranet of the Blackwatch branch to see what they're testing for the second round of selection. Then, we can make an estimate in advance."
The black man thought for a moment and then said with uncertainty, "But I've tried to hack into them several times but to no avail. It seems like Blackwatch is very cautious when it comes to network defense."
"If it's not necessary, I think it's best not to do this kind of thing."
The pink-haired woman shook her head. "There have been many cases of hackers hacking into this company on the dark web, only to have their IP addresses locked and arrested. Although Digital's technology is superb, I'm afraid it'll be difficult for him to compete with this company.
"Therefore, we can start from other aspects, such as finding a way to improve Lamb's combat skills, shooting skills, and so on. This way, he can stand out from the countless competitors."
"I agree with Christina on this point."
The man in the tank top chuckled and then turned to the man covered in machine oil. "What do you think, John?"
"In the organization, please call us by our code name, Mr. Will-O '-the-wisp!"
The pink-haired woman immediately frowned. "One day, you'll get us killed because of your carelessness!"
"Alright, Madam Siren."
The man in the tank top shrugged nonchalantly and then gulped down the beer in front of him.
With a loud clang, the man in the tank top slammed the bottle on the table and looked at Leon. "Leon, from tomorrow onward, I'll set up a hell of a training session for you to improve your shooting and hand-to-hand combat skills. I hope you won't be so stubborn this time, okay?"
"Don't forget, our ultimate goal is to punish the BHB Combative Police Force and the evil company behind them. This is for us and for society to see the ugly side of them!"
"No problem, Will-O '-the-wisp!"
Leon nodded solemnly.
The meeting ended with a round of discussion. The five of them left the garage in batches while Leon returned to his cheap rental house.
At this time, the sky had already darkened. When Leon returned to the front door of the room, he purposely checked the mechanism he had set up before he left. After making sure that no one had entered the room when he had left, he then rolled the wheel and entered the room.
Once home, the first thing Leon did was to wash up in the bathroom to wash away the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. After that, he lay down on the bed, feeling a little exhausted.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Leon could not help but fall asleep...
In his dream, it was a small square covered in green grass.
A middle-aged woman with a mature charm was strolling around the square with a young boy. The woman's silky hair fluttered in the breeze.
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