Chapter 40 (1/2)
Although watu has reached a strategic cooperation with, Chen Ang's trust in it remains at a limited height. Watu's moral level may be much higher than Tatooine's average level, as it said, but Tatooine's moral level is not a high level.
Voto can only say it's not too bad.
Such an important thing as a spaceship can't be exposed to it. Chen ang only used the instruments on the spaceship to build a complete human laboratory in Mrs. Smith's basement.
”Where did the things here come from? Oh! No, you don't have to tell me.” as soon as watu entered, he was shocked by the instrument plated with a layer of silver. His eyes couldn't help staring at the nameplate of the instrument, and his mouth instinctively read a number. Then he hammered his right hand on his own heart and felt the thumping vibration.
This is not an affectation. Voto is also a toydarian who has seen the world. When he was young, he also participated in the seasonal war of the mother planet Toydaria. He has seen the scene of star annihilation artillery bombing the planet and Turbine Laser shelling and exploding enemy ships, but it is one thing to see a big scene.
Facing these more than a dozen glittering and valuable instruments at a glance is another matter. At this moment, watu even had an impulse to open his mouth and threaten Chen ang with Anakin in exchange for more than a dozen instruments.
Fortunately, the laser gun nearby calmed it down quickly.
Watu keenly noticed that the precision of the laser operating table in the middle of the laboratory was military grade; This means that this laser operating table can be used for taboo research, such as gene testing and human in vivo research.
In fact, voto's body modification surgery today is also located in the gray area of taboo experiments. It is difficult to distinguish this kind of surgery from ”mechanical prosthetics”. Moreover, what if it violates the research act of the Galactic Republic?
The Galactic Republic also prohibits slavery!
Tatooine does what he shouldn't do? The ruler here is the lawless villain Jabba, not the Galactic Republic. Like tens of thousands of remote planets in the universe, powerful people are the boss.
In the Galactic Republic, separatist forces have become more and more powerful. Forcibly unifying the social concept of tens of thousands of races is originally a thankless thing. The dark tide surging under the bright side of the Republic is becoming more and more intense. Even there are hawks with an iron hand to maintain unity within the Republic.
Watu looks at the prosthetic limb handed over by Chen ang. The limb suspended in the nutrient solution emits a faint purple, which is very similar to watu's skin. The prosthetic limb is a right foot and a pair of wings. It looks very healthy and can't see anything different from the original.
They even move slightly in the nutrient solution, as if they had just been removed from the human body. Of course, watu knows that this is its illusion. Such limbs are directly cultivated. Generally speaking, they are fragile and aging due to excessive cell division. This is also the reason why many soldiers prefer to use artificial limbs rather than cloned limbs.
Lying honestly on the laser operating table, watu blinked at Chen ang, ”you should keep me awake during the operation, or I will send a signal at the first time... Wait, what's this?”
Watu pointed to the purple liquid medicine in the syringe. The overclocking medicine lay innocently in the test tube, receiving watu's questioning eyes.
”Wordy!” when Chen ang entered the operation state, it was obviously different from before. Watu was very uncomfortable to find that Chen Ang's eyes became a little cold and his tone was a little impatient. He looked at his eyes coldly without a trace of temperature, his eyes were persistent and focused, and his state was very serious.
”Wait, what's the matter with you?” watu struggled violently on the laser platform. Seeing the deep blue in Chen Ang's pupils, he felt very afraid. The rational and cold state reminded him of those war robots. ”Your state is a little wrong. No, I won't do this operation. Let me go!”
”Let go of me!” voto screamed.
A pair of small short hands slapped around and looked at the approaching syringe. Watu pressed the signal transmitter in fear, and then was surprised to see that the green light on the transmitter was still there; It was supposed to make a harsh beep and inform the mercenaries hundreds of miles away.
But now, it lay quietly in the palm of voto's hand, as if nothing had happened.
”No!...” watu collapsed. He patted the signal transmitter on his hand and struggled to resist the nearby injection port, but it was useless. His body was stiff, and the purple medicine was injected into his body.