"You win." Riley leaned back in her chair and decided to lie down and die.
"I decided to punish you and send you to the next position to become a rifleman." Qin Mo said.
"You can't punish me." Riley sat up straight. "Don't you need me alive to help you clear the files in the database?"
"Just you?" Qin Mo smiled contemptuously, picked up Riley's terminal and linked it to the visor of the power armor, and then ordered the main control intelligence: "Enter the database of the Legal Department of Tyrone Hive City and make a hundred copies of my file. , and then delete it using a hundred different methods."
"Received, following your order, making one hundred copies of your file."
"No, I'm just kidding, don't make a hundred copies, it will be bad if you overturn it."
"File deletion completed."
Qin Mo picked up the terminal and entered his name and then searched. It finally showed that no such person could be found.
Seeing this result, Qin Mo himself was surprised: "Didn't your database firewall upgrade? I planned to create a virus overnight that could invade the database when offline, but it was deleted so easily."
Riley looked at Qin Mo in astonishment. She didn't understand such profound things as database firewalls. She only knew that she had lost the last bargaining chip with Qin Mo.
"Your name is Riley, is this Riley Weiser?" Qin Mo looked up the name on the terminal.
Riley was stunned for a moment, then instantly realized what Qin Mo wanted to do: "No...no, no, no, no!"
"Delete her file." Qin Mo ordered.
"Deletion completed."
"Done." Qin Mo picked up the terminal and showed it to Riley, "You can't find this person now."
Riley's expression changes very wonderfully, first she is shocked, then angry, then sad, desperate, and then angry and confused again. She doesn't know what her fate will be next.
"You will be implanted with the memory of a dead soldier and then sent to the battlefield."
"But I don't have time to do your business yet."
After announcing Riley's fate, Qin Mo stood up and walked out of the room, ordering Grote who was guarding outside: "Lock up Riley."
"Yes." Grote nodded and walked into the room.
Qin Mo walked towards the conference room without looking back, wanting to deal with Gray's matter.
...
In the cave at the bottom of the fortress, Gray lay on the bed with his broken arm stretched out.
Qin Mo sat in front of the bed, drawing the design of the prosthesis while making it. He was immersed in the making, determined to make this prosthesis a thousand times better than his original arm.
"Don't worry, the prosthetic limb will only be more sensitive and will not be worse than the original limb."
"I plan to integrate telekinetic control devices into prosthetic limbs. From now on, you will be able to pick up objects from the air, or lift heavy objects from the air and crush them."
"There will also be a psionic suppressor integrated into this."
"I will connect the prosthetic to your heart, using the bioenergy generated by your heart's beating to power it."
Gray was upset when he heard that the prosthetic limb was to be connected to the heart: "We have to operate near the heart. What if something goes wrong with it? Will it induce a heart attack?"
"There is a one percent chance that something will go wrong, but you won't die. Trust my skills." Qin Mo insisted on his idea.
"I always feel that there will be something wrong with this prosthesis." Gray was still worried.
"Don't you have problems with your original limbs? Have you ever had backache? Don't be a natural humanist. Flesh and blood are weak! Flesh and blood are weak!"
"My mother died of illness. I know better than anyone how fragile flesh and blood are."
"Then why are you talking so much nonsense? Just shut up and wait."
After the prosthesis was designed and manufactured, Qin Mo began the connection surgery.
He twisted Gray's flesh and the metal of the prosthetic limb, allowing them to grow and entangle together as if they were native, then connected the device responsible for collecting bioenergy to the heart, and then fused the nerves with the artificial nerves of the prosthetic limb.
Gray stood up and stretched himself, trying to get a cup of water from the distance.
When the cup of water floated over out of thin air, Gray reached out and held it, feeling the touch more real than his original limbs.
"Now you can detect whether a person is still alive and whether there are toxins in the air or on the surface of objects just by touching your limbs. There are many other benefits. Just experience and learn them slowly." Qin Mo said.
"This is much better than the original one, but I don't know how much I can modify it to."
"I can transform you from your very cells into a formidable war machine."
"That's really good."
"..."
After chatting for a while, Qin Mo suddenly asked: "Did you kill Lao En?"
Gray, who was admiring the arm, stopped and turned to look at Qin Mo but didn't know what to say.
He wanted to say that he didn't kill him, but he was afraid that Qin Mo would misunderstand him like Klein did and think that he wanted to defect to Lawn's side.
But if he admitted that he was the one who killed him, considering Qin Mo's previous attitude towards Lao En, there would probably be a rift between him and him.
"You did a good job, but don't make a decision before me next time. I want to kill Lao En more than you do." Qin Mo said calmly.
"Then why do you respect Lawen so much? You don't want to trick him out and kill him." Gray asked.
"Some things don't necessarily have to be solved immediately." Qin Mo turned around and sat at the workbench, continuing his design work on the new weapon.
Gray curiously leaned over to take a few looks and found that this was a conventional weapon for infantry, and there was also a detection device.
Gray could understand conventional weapons, but he really couldn't understand the purpose of the detection equipment.
"Now the defense line has been integrated by me. After we are ready, we will launch an offensive against the rebels." Qin Mo admired his masterpiece, "An attack against the rebel leader."
"How do we know where the rebel leader is?" Gray asked.
"I have a way to find it. This detection equipment is prepared for it." Qin Mo said confidently.
The leader of the Genestealers is the Patriarch, a terrifying monster six or seven meters tall with a shell and claws. He is the founder of the Evolutionary Sect and possesses the strongest psychic power.
Qin Mo decided to launch a major war after making sufficient preparations, trying to force the rebels to launch an all-out attack. After the all-out attack, the rebels would inevitably use the psychic network belonging to the gene stealer community.
Then the psychic network of the entire Genestealer group will be detected, and the location of the Genestealer leader will be determined.
Qin Mo had even thought about what to do after finding the patriarch. Of course, that was to immediately put all his cards on the table, bring all the warriors in power armor, and eliminate the patriarch at all costs.
And if the patriarch cannot be eliminated no matter what, then find a way to obtain his blood.
Qin Mo believed that as long as he could get the blood of the clan leader, he could create a weapon to exterminate their entire clan.
"No matter what you want to do." Gray assured Qin Mo with his head held high, "You can always use me as a weapon and throw me into a one-way battle, as long as it is beneficial to the overall situation."
"I will." Qin Mo nodded.