"It's done, Your Excellency the Guardian."

Jennifer Alpha, to be precise, is Jennifer C02-Alpha-███.

The middle name represents the institutional classification of her work, which is used to distinguish her from another person named Jennifer, and finally a total of 300,000 personal genetic device startup identification code. Her main research projects are "Hard-linked synaptic conduction rewarder organic wire optimization" and "cultivation mansion unidirectional neural signal transmission algorithm", with the goal of reducing the high-temperature damage to the nerve center by brain-computer interface feedback, and selecting the most promising artificial fetuses to fill the Mars population at the stage of the culture mansion.

Due to her surgical skills, medical knowledge and hand medical prosthesis, Jennifer-C02-Alpha-██ was selected to board the Emperor's Skyhorse heavy command assault transport boat. This means that she was appreciated by the Emperor and the Imperial Guards, and was qualified and capable of choosing a new topic. This is the best reward for every Mars technician - not to mention that the Emperor will also communicate with her academics, giving her the opportunity to gain more knowledge and receive more inspiration. It is a reward far beyond the new topic for Mars technicians.

The micro-liquid thermal cycle cooling plug-in installed on the back of her brain was excitedly whirling cold wind, cooling her overworked brain and thinking enhancement plug-in. After the operation was completed, the cooling plug-in slowly stopped because her brain did not need so much computing power to manipulate the biochemical prosthesis and linking instruments.

"His he survived?" Hammurabi asked, looking at the stitched body, "How long will it take for him to move?"

"His heart is still beating, his brain is not damaged, and all biochemical organs can function normally." Jennifer Alpha's vocal organs that have not been replaced with prosthetic body are always showing pride, wishing that Hammurabi can see the data flowing on her replaced retina. "In fact, his body has begun to heal itself. I suggest that he keep a deep coma for a week, after which he can cope with physical pain alone. I don't understand why he doesn't change prosthetic body on a large scale, after all, machinery is more reliable and trustworthy..."

After saying a few more words, Jennifer Alpha closed her mouth consciously. She kicked the instrument beside her that used to control the automatic surgical machinery, and then hammered it twice before stopping the meaningless buzzing. The design and manufacturing of this surgical machinery have part of her wisdom, and the buzzer is what she installed.

"The subject can move normally in about half a month. At present, we have no idea about the principle of the heart-shaped grass. Only after testing can we determine whether the biochemical organs will weaken or enhance the various abilities of the subject. However, as far as the current situation is concerned, this time can be slightly shortened, as long as we can provide sufficient nutrition to allow the body to heal naturally. Guardian, the research project on the Black Panther War Clothes..."

“Agree.” Hammurabi said, “You will be allowed to join the vibrator nanolaboratory to perform reverse analysis of Wakanda’s nanotechnology.”

“Yes!”

The cooling plug-in started to spin again.

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Salomon deliberately licked the sauce on his fingers with exaggerated movements, making the girl sitting beside him laugh.

She had been wearing the children's platinum crown that Beyonetta bought, and she refused to take it off even when she was eating. Now the shiny crown fell down and blocked her eyes. Even so, she still smiled foolishly. Beyonetta glared at Salomon, put down the tableware and freed up her hand to grab the girl's shaking head, took out a napkin to wipe the little face covered in sauce.

"Don't make her laugh while eating. What if she choked?" Beyonetta said angrily, "You shouldn't let her have bad habits, and Dinah can't circle around her all the time. Next time she must learn how to eat safely. If she is in danger of choking to death even when eating, how can we let her live alone?"

"I thought you hated children. That's what you said before, even to yourself when you were a child." Salomon raised his eyebrows and teased his tone, "It seems that you like her very much now, don't you?"

"This little cockroach won't cry." Berenita raised her head, "I have warned her. If she dares to cry, I promise to throw her out immediately. Am I right, little cockroach?" The girl nodded and continued to smile foolishly. Salomon was not sure if she really understood the witch's meaning, but this did not prevent Berenita from expressing satisfaction with her educational achievements. She kissed the girl hard on the forehead, with an arrogant and gorgeous expression. "Yes, the witch will not cry! The witch is beautiful and vicious! Have a good meal, you, a thin little cat, if you can't even beat an angel, how can you call yourself a witch?"

"If I want to say, we shouldn't have this pet, and the Cheshire cat is not so troublesome." Joan Arc used a fork to send the pork ribs into his mouth, then frowned and looked under the table. "Don't bite me anymore, you stupid cat, have I never shoveled you shovel? Well! Let me say something else, don't bite it! It's not so troublesome to prepare the horses of Pergasus, and those purebred horses you keep in the shed in a horse trench to try to make them speak, after all, they don't need a pediatrician or school. Look, she can't say the complete sentence yet!"

The Cheshire cat let go of the teeth that bit Joan of Arc's toes and purred in satisfaction. As compensation, it licked Joan of Arc twice, but was pushed away by the white-haired witch.

"PaPa!" the girl said in a vague voice. Then she shouted again, "PaPa! Cheshire!"

Joan of Arc smiled proudly, "Oh, these are just two words. Ugly duckling, you need to work harder to defeat me."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Salomon rolled his eyes, "Are you now falling to the point of winning or losing against a 2-year-old child, Joan of Arc?"

"Dear, someone has recently been eyeing the manor. It may be the British police or worse organization." Beyonetta said another thing while dividing the meat from the girl's plate into small pieces. Although her tone was very calm, Salomon still pricked up his ears and listened carefully. "I drove her to Oxford yesterday and was given an excuse to check the ID. Fortunately, the documents you gave us were all true, otherwise I could only take her to play car chase games with the police. Although the interfering equipment is running every day, the seventy-meter-long aircraft takes off and lands here every day, and it is easy for people to suspect that some people pretend to be residents of the town to inquire about the situation inside the manor. Dinah refused with the reason of private territory, but I suspect that those people will come here next time."

"The drone reconnaissance did not find any lurking scouts around him." Dinah whispered in Salomon's ear, "Maybe it was just a temporary visit, but I still recommend..."

"No, my dear, killing the entire police station directly will only cause greater trouble. Adding the arrangement of fortress-type combat robots to join the patrol, setting up more sentry towers and drones, and making anti-aircraft guns and armored vehicles ready to fire. Anyone who tries to sneak into the manor will shoot and kill them first and then ask others."

"I asked you to find a solution not to let you use this solution, both of you!" Beyonetta raised her eyes angrily, raised her tone, and did not forget to cover the girl's ears. "No murder, no blood, that will only destroy our peaceful life now. You know what I value most, Salomon, don't destroy it."
Chapter completed!