northernbook Chapter 167 Absolute confidentiality
Chapter 167 Absolute confidentiality
"ID." One of them showed his fourth-class special service medal and extended his hand to him.
Fifth-class special forces, the highest level special forces in the empire, are exclusively for marshals and are rarely seen.
Fourth class, the ceiling of the Imperial Secret Service.
Zhuo Li quickly thought about his ten years of military experience, in which he had won one special merit, three first-class merits, and countless second- and third-class merits.
If his mental strength wasn't about to collapse, he might have been one of them.
He does things in an upright manner and is not afraid of being investigated.
But I really don't understand.
He stretched out his left arm and pulled open his sleeve, revealing his muscular body.
The other party's scanner penetrates the side of the wrist and reads the subcutaneous chip.
"The identity is correct."
The two men put away their equipment and motioned for him to follow.
He is not going to the physical examination center, where is he going?
He didn't meet anyone else along the way. When he entered the biochemical isolation area, he saw many familiar faces.
The hanging heart finally died.
They are going to be eliminated early.
Alex had a mental outburst last week, and even the task of clearing the battlefield was stopped this week.
Aesos's mental fluctuations also reached a peak, and he was not far from going crazy.
Lieutenant General Wu was injured during the last rebel crackdown and spent two months in logistics, but I haven't heard that his condition has worsened.
Several of them were accompanied by special agents, and their expressions were heavy.
When they saw each other's familiar faces, everyone knew their own fate.
When I entered the physical examination center, I was shocked by the scale of this clearance.
In short, a small number of the old people from their Sixth Regiment are here over the years.
However, they were also soldiers of the empire and could not retire. On the last day in the barracks, even the regiment commander did not show up, which was a bit disheartening.
There was only one person in front of me who I didn't know at all.
But they all know the chest badge.
"The Ninth Squad of the Marshal's Guards, He Jiangxing."
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Until Zhuo Li signed a top-secret agreement with his comrades, implanted a new chip to replace his previous identity, and boarded the super battleship to the capital planet, he could not believe that his life would have such a turn!
"The agreement says it's not any illegal genetic modification and won't have any side effects. Do you believe it?"
Lieutenant General Wu Ziming could accept that the Zerg possessed human intelligence, but he found it hard to believe that mental collapse could be completely resolved.
He was afraid of having too high expectations and being too disappointed.
But I can't help but want to believe it, what if, what if it is true.
Every battle-hardened soldier on the warship felt this way.
This was a tension they had never felt since their first day on the battlefield.
"It's not called an experiment, it's a direct treatment." Zhuo Li also found it incredible. Could it be that clinical trials have been completed and the technology is mature?
"Ah... wait until you get there, you'll know."
Wu Ziming let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and stopped talking. But his back, which was not firm enough, betrayed him.
But when they saw the bustling, assembly-line-like treatment scene, their nervousness disappeared.
They simply can't keep up the pace.
"Captain! The first batch of 50 people from the Sixth Regiment has arrived. Please receive them."
Shan Ling returned the greeting and took the list. "The Sixth Regiment is the first group to take orders. The study manual is now issued. You have 10 minutes to study and must memorize the entire text. If you cannot memorize it, you will be subject to military court."
What? They were a bunch of grown men who had fought in battles, and they were just standing here flipping through pamphlets and reciting texts?
10 minutes? What the hell is this! Why is there a picture of a naked person with so many dots on it? Each dot has a name that I have no idea what it means.
When Xiong Ying was in military school, he was most afraid of memorizing. Why does he still have to memorize when he is about to retire?
He was scratching his head and couldn't memorize it, so how come those people were so fast that they could just close the booklet and recite it silently with their heads tilted back?
Zhuo Li was not willing to be outdone. Fortunately, his talent was memory, so this was not difficult for him.
Ten minutes passed quickly. Some people were refreshed and full of confidence, while others were hanging their heads and sighing.
"Everyone, leave your booklets here and follow me." He Jiangxing led the team out.
Zhuo Li patted his chest and secretly encouraged himself. The first round was about memorizing, and the next round might be a competition. If he was selected, he would definitely enter the next round.
But when I looked up inside, what was this?
"Everyone, 5 minutes, starting now." After saying that, He Jiangxing left.
The scene suddenly became noisy.
"Are you going to take a shower? Why do you want to take a shower?!"
"Stop talking, it's only 5 minutes, hurry up."
"Do you want to steam it?"
"I don't know. The Marshal likes to be clean, right? I told you to wash it, so you did. Didn't you see the floor is wet? This isn't the first batch."
Zhuo Li quickly found a compartment.
Lao Qi was right, only the bottom of the light blue shampoo was left.
In five minutes, 50 people shyly lined up to get their clothes and came to the new room.
If it was still acceptable just now, now it is simply jaw-dropping.
Let Zhuoli describe it, it was a group of fierce little kittens showing off their power to a large group of jackals, tigers and leopards.
But these jackals, tigers and leopards bowed their heads in submission, and dared not move with their bare chests.
What did they see? The most famous Purifiers of the Holy Court collecting garbage and sweeping the floor?
"Follow us, it's not your turn yet, this way!" He Jiangxing took them to the side.
Because I was so shocked just now, I didn’t notice that there were several people lined up waiting for purification by the purifier.
Those who had been purified began to take off their clothes and sat in front of the children who were obviously still teenagers.
Zhuo Li was still paying attention to those strange healing postures when a door on the other side suddenly opened.
A little girl came in, surrounded by people.
"Miss Shen."
"Miss Shen~"
"Sister Shen~"
"Master Shen!"
The cheers at the scene were endless, no less than seeing a marshal in the army or fans seeing Ashley at a concert.
Tianjiu was originally involved in the reconstruction herself, but she had consumed too much today and couldn't hold on any longer, so Lian Jingtian gave her an idea.
Each reshaped warrior is given a final inspection and approval. If qualified, they are stamped and released.
The soldiers who were stamped at the beginning were inexperienced. They stared at the stamp and raised their hands to swear.
They swore to never betray Miss Shen, never reveal their identities, and never reveal their sect!
The soldiers behind were very smart. They took off their shoes one by one and exposed the soles of their feet for Tianjiu to poke.
Tianjiu was so touched, it reminded her of Wei Xiaobao!
These brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts are so loyal. The empire needs iron warriors like them!
Zhuo Li didn't understand why everyone had to take off their shoes for Miss Shen in the end. It was so rude.
But since everyone else was doing it, there must be a reason! He had showered, so he was clean.
Until he was baptized by a child sitting on his back, he didn't care anymore! He wouldn't ask a single question about what Miss Shen asked him to do!
After these 50 people finished their transformation, they came to the lounge with excited looks on their faces, and the first thing they did was take off their shoes!
Well... that's right, they won't say it, they won't say it even if you kill them.
They’d never let anyone know that there’s a cat with “Cat Pie” written on the soles of their feet!
They will never take off their socks when they meet their lovers in the future!