Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 794 - 578 Emergency dispatch order!

The power to rule requires stable suppression, not violent destruction.

Alone, I'm not capable of quelling the entire city; it is these cybernetic soldiers about to be produced who are the real reliable grassroots force.

Given the significance of the matter, even Bai E couldn't help feeling a bit nervous.

The bloody scene of transformation was full of primal impact, yet the expression of the doctor performing the operation remained utterly impassive.

The gore he had witnessed far surpassed that seen by any front-line elite soldier.

He, burdened with the future of humanity, had completely cast aside any pity for the individual, allowing his hands to be precise, never making mistakes.

Heart, lungs, stomach, blood, nerves, muscles, skeleton... Every aspect of the body could be reborn in the transformation surgery.

The soldiers in a coma theoretically shouldn't feel anything happening to their bodies, but the pain from the deep transformative surgeries still reached the dormant nerves, causing them to furrow their brows even in their deep unconsciousness.

Too much pain would lead these soldiers to entirely disconnect from their physical bonds; this was why the mortality rate during transformation surgeries in Grey Iron City was so high.

At this moment, only a body that had been tempered and refined could become the sole factor supporting the continuation of the surgery...

No!

Perhaps there was another factor—faith.

The doctor periodically glanced at the monitors beside him, displaying vitals that were eerily stable.

Performing multiple continuous surgeries was considered taboo on Grey Iron City's volunteer soldiers, but here... these soldiers clung to their last thread of life.

Even as their wills lay dormant, their subconscious strained their bodies to their limits, organizing every active cell to prevent total systemic collapse!

They didn't want to die! They refused to die!

They needed a stage to showcase themselves and didn't want to perish meekly on this cold operating table.

No amount of pain could crush their persistence.

This was something I had never encountered in my previous surgeries.

These Blackwater City soldiers had a clear faith in their hearts!

One... two... three...

One operation after another proceeded non-stop until all seven foundational surgeries were completed, at which point the doctor voluntarily ended the transformation process.

Seven surgeries were already the limit for most people he had worked on in Grey Iron City.

Among his current subordinates, very few could reach eight surgeries.

The doctor dared not gamble and risk the lives of these potential soldiers who could ascend to higher levels for his own impatience.

Not to mention, Bai E had given him specific instructions before the surgeries began— freeweɓnøvel.com

These transformed soldiers needed to be ready for immediate heavy responsibilities. It was acceptable for their strength to be slightly lower, but their chances of success had to be ensured.

"Next."

Without even taking a sip of water after completing a surgery, the doctor immediately moved on to the next subject.

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"Next."

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"Next."

The astonishing success rate surprised even the Grey Iron City assistants who were merely helping.

"These Blackwater City people are fierce."

"So far, not a single failure, nor has there been anyone who hasn't reached seven surgeries."

"Won't these people be on the same level as us when they wake up?"

"No! They might even be stronger!"

After all, in addition to the transformation surgery itself, these individuals also had the advantage of genetic optimization.

Not to mention, when they had interacted privately with these selected Blackwater City soldiers, the level of martial skill displayed was also top-notch.

"It just goes to show, they truly are the elite selected from the entire city. Impressive indeed!"

...

Helen and Bai E, looking through the window glass, both let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems the soldiers are performing well."

"After all, they were handpicked by you~" Helen spoke, her gaze drifting to a corner where a flagpole emitted a faint glow.

The inspiring banner, made from the Eagle Flag, was also used on the soldiers undergoing surgery.

Whether it was useful or not remained to be seen, but it felt like adding an extra layer of insurance.

Bai E turned around with another request in mind.

If he remembered correctly, he was also entrusted with another task—

[You are participating in the creation of blueprints—Storm Armor, with a current progress of 0.001%. Upon completion, you will receive: blueprints—Storm Armor, and all the technological levels required; +50,000 Scientific Research Experience; *3 Technology Points.]

Although the armor had already been cobbled together, he had not been involved from the start and didn't know if joining now would still count towards the progress.

While 50,000 Scientific Research Experience Points and 3 Technology Points weren't the most critical rewards, it was better than nothing, not to mention gaining all technological knowledge related to the "Storm Armor," which provided a baseline guarantee to have in hand.

"I'd like to understand some details about the armor..."

Hearing this, Helen readily agreed, "Sure, I also have some questions about this armor I'd like to discuss with you."

"In fact, even though we are now mass-producing the armor, its performance is still a castrated version. The core reason lies in the physiological issues of the soldiers operating the armor. This batch of soldiers can certainly use the armor in conjunction with it, but there is still considerable potential for optimization in theory."