Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 90 Exploring Robots

"Are you sure his injuries are healing well? He doesn't seem to be in very good health."

This remark stung Watson.

Turning to look at Dr. Payton, who looked like he was about to die, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

However, at this moment, Payton himself, who had been silent until now, spoke up to explain.

"Don't worry, I only suffered some minor injuries to my arm. After it was bandaged, it no longer affects my mobility."

"I'm perfectly healthy now, really! I can participate in any upcoming activities. Please let me join! I've already found some research directions!"

His words sounded honest and earnest, even with a hint of pleading.

This left MacArthur somewhat uncertain, and he looked at Watson with a questioning gaze, while the latter simply blinked innocently.

Helpless, I turned my attention back to it.

Then, after a deep eye contact with Payton, a smile appeared on his otherwise serious face.

“I think you’re right, I can accept your joining. But you should know that everyone here has signed a waiver.”

"You won't be able to publish your findings here as a paper, or even take any of the data with you. I think you need to understand that."

Dr. Payton became even more excited after hearing that he could participate in the research.

He completely ignored what the other person said afterward.

"No problem, sir. I don't need anything else, just to be involved in this historic research. I ask for nothing more!"

Looking at the other person's gaunt and sunken face, and their bloodshot eyes, which revealed an unsettling sense of madness.

This made MacArthur turn his gaze away, and he made up an excuse to get up and leave.

"You all get ready. I'll go and get the selected elite team organized. Dr. Watson, we'll meet in the square in two hours."

Having said that, he ignored the somewhat mentally unstable researcher beside him and left the laboratory.

Once outside, the adjutant, who had already finished his errand, immediately came to greet him.

"Sir, the matter has been taken care of!"

Upon hearing the report, MacArthur merely gave a perfunctory "hmm" before turning and heading towards the military camp.

Entering the lab always gave him an uncomfortable feeling, especially today with Payton, who wasn't feeling well.

Having experienced countless wars, MacArthur learned a lesson: the more you think, the closer you get to madness.

And those who do research are the ones who think about it the most.

MacArthur was confident that anyone in the lab who had just published one or two decent papers was a shoo-in.

They were taken in for mental health testing, and at least seven out of ten had problems.

This is probably the downside of being smart.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, he and his adjutant had already arrived at the military camp.

When the sergeant on guard duty saw that the person who came was his superior officer, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Hello, sir!"

MacArthur nodded expressionlessly in response, and then gave the order.

"I need to arrange some things at the newly selected special forces team's base."

"Yes!"

As soon as the order was given, the soldier responded with a "Yes, sir!" and ran off to notify the corresponding unit.

MacArthur and his adjutant waited where they were.

No one knows what thoughts were swirling in his eyes behind his sunglasses at that moment.

Meanwhile, less than five minutes after the order was given, a series of orderly footsteps came from behind the tents in the distance.

When the sound bypassed the tent and came into view, a group of more than 20 people walked over in two lines.

They were all wearing full protective gear.

The integrated high-tech helmet is a full-body protective gear set with an assistive system.

His entire body was covered with various instruments and firearms; he was armed to the teeth.

Although there were only two small teams with less than 30 people, they still exuded a chilling aura as they walked towards us.

MacArthur nodded in satisfaction.

Once the special forces team arrived and stood at attention, they snapped to attention and saluted in perfect unison. "Good morning, sir! All 24 members of the team are present. Please give instructions!"

As the soldiers lined up in neat rows, they took their positions.

At this point, it becomes apparent that the weapons and equipment carried by the soldiers in the two squads are slightly different.

Judging from their primary weapons, there were snipers and regular riflemen, and even four heavily armed infantrymen carrying grenade launchers.

They are the kind of elite squad that looks like they work together seamlessly.

These soldiers were the elite of the elite, selected by MacArthur from various units based on his reputation in the military.

Almost every one of them could be considered a leader in the army.

If MacArthur hadn't had such a high reputation in the military, he probably wouldn't have been able to keep these powerful and arrogant soldiers in check.

Although it took him some effort to tame these arrogant soldiers, it seems the gains so far have been entirely worthwhile.

The elite soldiers, equipped with the most advanced individual equipment provided by Trump, are almost all capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

And these are the reasons why he is confident in carrying out his exploration mission.

With a touch of pride, MacArthur looked at the tall, strong soldiers and returned their salute.

"Soldiers, this mission concerns the future development of the entire Federation, and it concerns the honor and glory of all of us!"

"You will be recorded in history, like the knights of the last century. You 24 will be the heroes of a new era, the pioneers who first set foot on the New World. I am proud of you..."

This impassioned speech lasted for nearly 20 minutes.

Thanks to MacArthur's exceptional oratory skills, none of the special forces members listening in the audience showed any signs of boredom or impatience.

Instead, it was a matter of emotions being stirred up in each individual.

Like those ancient knights charging into battle, their eyes were filled with a fervent longing for glory and honor, having already cast aside any sense of danger or fear.

Of course, this is also related to the intense brainwashing and drug-induced stimulation over the past few days.

Some neurodepressant drugs temporarily suppressed the soldiers' ability to perceive fear and amplified their fervor for battle.

Coupled with speeches and encouragement from military idols, these soldiers are now ready to engage in almost any battle at any time.

Meanwhile, MacArthur, who had been speaking for nearly half an hour, was also somewhat hoarse.

Seeing that the audience's emotions had been sufficiently stirred, he simply brought the impromptu speech to a close.

"Alright, guys, now come with me to the mission location. The exploration mission will officially begin in one hour!"

"Yes!"×24
The two squads then changed formation and ran to catch up with General MacArthur, who was leading the way.

……

And this time, on the other side.

Professor Watson and Dr. Payton, along with their team of researchers, had arrived at the heavily sealed, dark purple portal.

At this moment, Payton was staring intently at the membrane on the portal, his eyes unblinking.

Then the next moment.

The slowly rotating purple membrane suddenly accelerated for a moment, then flashed—

A small dog-sized exploration robot with bionic insect limbs emerged from the portal.

This prompted a group of researchers to cheer with joy.

"Success, success!"

"Quick! Open it and see what Explorer III has recorded!"

It seems that the robot's success, returning from the other side of the portal, brought immense surprise and joy to this group of people.

Professor Watson, who was blocked by the crowd, quickly pushed his way through with his assistant.

A hint of excitement appeared on his face.

Together with Payton, who had already picked up the robot, they pulled over a computer and a reader and connected them to the robot's recording equipment.

As the screen flickered with static, the jumbled pixels gradually arranged themselves into a line that was barely discernible.

This caused all the researchers around to crane their necks, trying to see what was displayed on the screen.

Soon, with Watson and Payton's adjustments, the image gradually became clearer.

Finally, the high-precision display showed a relatively clear picture, albeit with some noise.

(End of this chapter)