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“Before this meeting concludes, allow me to introduce the newest member of our special operative team.”

Delton extended his right hand towards Lino:

“This is Conven, a psionic. His psionic talent and potential have been recognized by the Governor-General, leading to his conscription as a Special Operative Trainee. He has completed the first phase of the Governor-General's Guard gene modification project, and is proficient in utilizing his combat instincts. In the upcoming operations, you can fully trust in his abilities and qualities.”

Most of the operatives present showed surprise, with only Mona and Wick remaining calm.

“A psionic?” Tarento scanned Lino from head to toe, two pixelated “question marks” appearing in his bionic eye:

“Sir, why didn’t the psionic sniffer detect any psionic signals from Lino? Is my sniffer malfunctioning?”

“No, your sniffer is not broken. Conven’s psionic abilities are unique, so it’s normal for your sniffers to not react. You don’t need to inquire further about the specifics.”

Delton glanced at his data pad to check the time:

“Gear up, we’ll commence the operation in 10 minutes. Mona, you're responsible for guiding Conven through pre-combat arming.”

“Yes, sir.”

The operatives responded in unison.

The holographic screen went dark, and the operatives cast curious glances at Lino before dispersing to arm themselves.

Wick patted Lino on the shoulder, “Don’t be nervous, stick close to Mona, avoid risks and impulsiveness, and you’ll return safely.”

“Yeah, be careful too.” Lino nodded in response.

Mona approached Lino and pointed to a corner:

“Come on, let’s go there and help you put on the operative gear. I’ll only teach you once; you’ll have to do it yourself next time.”

“Okay, thank you for the guidance.” Lino stepped aside to avoid the passing operatives and entered the changing room.

Mona stood in the doorway, half her body inside, half outside.

She took a data pad from the door panel and input a string of commands:

“We're responsible for scouting the desalinization zone. When I input the mission location into the changing room's data pad, it will display these lines of information.”

A green cursor flashed rapidly across the data pad screen, refreshing line after line of pixelated information.

“Initiating pre-combat arming procedure.

“Operational environment assessment: Promethium Refinery Desalinization Zone, high-temperature environment, moderate corrosion, mild toxicity, acidic gases, salt enrichment.

“Recommended attire: Level III personal protective equipment, filter canister, air cylinder, gas mask, insulated plating, magnetic boots, heat source and flammable gas leak sensors, Special Operative Cold Light Laser Rifle, multi-function precision short sword, holographic imaging goggles, customized portable augury device, sampler…”

As the text refreshed, the robotic arm on the ceiling operated under the force of levers and gears, transporting the equipment mentioned on the list from the shelves outside.

With each piece of equipment brought over, Mona guided Lino in putting it on.

The first piece of personal protective equipment was the “Armored Suit.”

Its surface was covered with clasps and magnetic suction devices to allow other equipment to be attached, and the weight of the equipment was distributed throughout the body through an internal alloy skeleton.

The second piece of equipment was black armor, closely integrated with Lino's upper body.

Lino swept it with Appraisal, cheering in his heart, his dog's life was guaranteed.

This was a piece of protective gear made of cermet particles, with a device called “Mirror Shield (Replica)” attached.

The cermet particle armor was enough to withstand the impact of most projectile weapons, while the Mirror Shield (Replica) absorbed energy beams by constructing a force field.

Combined, the operatives had the confidence to confront the enemy head-on.

After putting on the complete set of protective gear, Lino found himself unbearably heavy and unable to move.

At this moment, a few more lines of text refreshed on the data pad:

“Main protective gear has been equipped. Important back components are about to be installed, please remain still.”

Lino stood straight.

Through the mirror reflection of the display screen, he saw a cylinder being installed on the armor on his back by the robotic arm.

This was the only piece of equipment worn by the robotic arm.

A burst of electricity swept across, and an invisible force came from his limbs, helping him support the heavy equipment.

“Fusion battery pack installed, source power pipeline connected, electronic muscle fibers successfully activated.

“Equipment verification in progress… Verification passed.

“Your combat authorization serial number is XN-13-ER-981.

“Please state the serial number to complete pre-combat arming through voiceprint verification.”

“XN-13-ER-981.” Lino repeated the serial number.

He was wearing a helmet on his head, and his face was covered by holographic goggles. His voice sounded a little muffled, but his breathing was smooth, thanks to the mask.

“Voiceprint verification passed, serial number verification is correct. You have completed pre-combat arming, please leave the room.”

Mona stepped aside to make way, and Lino walked out of the changing room, suddenly feeling the carriage much more crowded.

The aisle that originally allowed two people to walk side by side could now only allow one fully armed operative to pass through, which showed how thick the equipment on their bodies was.

When two operatives wearing equipment met, they had to step aside to make way for each other, which showed how thick the equipment on their bodies was.

Lino turned around and found a full-length mirror.

In the mirror, he looked like a football player, his upper body forming an inverted triangle, with his shoulders protruding outwards.

Turning around to take a look, good heavens, the battery pack installed on his back was nearly a meter long, no wonder it stretched the outline of his body to both sides.

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With his right hand on the laser rifle in front of his chest, a kind of instinct surged into his heart, and Lino completed the action of holding the gun and aiming with lightning speed.

After practicing repeatedly more than a dozen times, the movement became more and more fluent, and there was a faint illusion that he had experienced hundreds of battles.

“The combat instinct brought by gene modification is a double-edged sword. You need to learn to control the instinct in this actual combat, instead of being driven by it.”

Mona's voice came from behind.

Lino turned around and saw Mona similarly dressed, “Yes, I remember. Are we leaving now?”

“It’s almost time, let’s go.” Mona nodded to the operatives passing by and led Lino out of the carriage.

The two came to the depths of the alley.

There were three manhole covers here.

Mona took out the data pad and looked at the map, opened the rightmost manhole cover, and jumped straight down.

With a splash, water splashed everywhere.

With the help of the exoskeleton and electronic muscle fibers, the five or six meter drop did not harm Mona.

Lino came underground in the same way.

The two walked through the knee-deep water, moving forward in the sewer near the refinery.

The night vision module of the holographic goggles automatically activated, lighting up Lino's vision, rendering the dim scene into a bright, colorful picture.

Mona's taciturn nature made the surrounding air particularly quiet.

Lino kept an eye on the map on the data pad to avoid getting lost in the complex sewer.

Before long, the two arrived directly below the refinery's newly built plant.

After carefully identifying it, they turned into a wider waterway, eventually stopping in front of a two-meter diameter outlet.

Faint yellow-green light spots entered their vision, and both noticed this strange light at the same time.

Black mucus dripped from the outlet, forming a three or four meter high waterfall.

The yellow-green light spots were distributed on the mucus like starlight, looking like some kind of radioactive substance.

“The radiation alarm didn’t sound, this isn’t a radioactive substance.” Mona shook her head, took the augury device from her trouser leg, and scanned the blue light spots:

“I can’t find the information on this substance in the database. Conven, do you think it will hinder our progress? Should we take another route?”

“Let me take a look.” Lino stepped forward, stared at the yellow-green light spots, and subconsciously threw out an Appraisal.

Within a second of seeing the Appraisal results, he immediately activated the system's Analyze Fungus function, and his heart rate accelerated.