I Have A Super USB Drive

The transformation plan proposed by Chen Chen was eventually named the "Robocop" plan.

In the afternoon of the next day, Chen Chen walked out of the minister's office in Zurama, got into the car with a contented expression, and left quickly.

At this moment, on the balcony on the third floor of the Ministry of Resources Building, Zurama looked at Chen Chen's back with a complicated expression, speechless for a long while.

"The climate is over, the whole of Namibia, he has the final say..."

Watching the car slowly go away, Zurama suddenly had an idea deep in his heart: If the businessman's car suddenly exploded at this time, would it be more beneficial to the Namibian government?

Although the black light technology will be messy and cause huge economic losses, Namibia can also take the opportunity to receive a large amount of wealth and technology. This wealth is even enough to make Namibia surpass the rainbow country and reach the status of African hegemony...

But in the next second, Zurama completely dispelled the idea.

Because he knows that once Chen Chen dies, in addition to the above situation, there is another situation that is more likely, that is, the Central Continent and North America will instantly take action to snatch Chen Chen’s assets left by, and then the pack of wolves will feed. Unless Namibia is willing to fight against these behemoths, it can only reluctantly return these technologies to the Central Continent.

Otherwise, whoever becomes president will die miserably...

What's more, if Chen Chen dies, who will support his election?Who can still sit on the throne of Namibia's president?

Therefore, this thought only flashed through Zulama's mind, and then disappeared again.

At this time, Zurama's heart is extremely complicated. On the one hand, he hopes that his country can be self-reliant and independent, and on the other hand, he hopes that he can stand on the top of power in Namibia. These two options are incompatible...

Thinking of this, Zurama could only close his eyes with painful face and take a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, he took out his mobile phone and tried to check his bank account opened in Switzerland.

Just now, under the name of this account, there has been an extra 30 million US dollars silently...

Seeing such a thrilling figure, Zurama's eyes did not fluctuate. The money did not make much sense to him. Maybe a few years ago, this huge number made him ecstatic. , But now, it can only draw his attention slightly.

Immediately, Zurama closed the account, cleared all the usage records, and finally turned off the computer.

...

While Zurama was running around for the "Remove People Act" proposed by Chen Chen, Qian Wenhuan had already started casting roles.

At this time, Qian Wenhuan sat at the conference table boredly, watching his team keep bringing in thick piles of documents from the police station. These documents have been piled up on the conference table by a half-person, but there are still new The materials have been moved in continuously.

"Mr. Qian, these are all the information on the injured and disabled police officers in Namibia. Since 2000, they have all been here."

An assistant came over in silence and reminded in a low voice, "There are three hundred and twenty copies in total."

"well."

Qian Wenhuan clapped his hands, and immediately everyone raised their heads subconsciously and looked here.

"Everyone, I hope I can find all the regulations that meet the options in the'Robot Plan' in accordance with the requirements of the plan."

Qian Wenhuan reminded, “Because it is a primary election, the conditions can be relaxed. After the number of qualified people is finally determined, we can proceed with the next step of screening based on the number of targets.”

"Yes, I understand..."

Everyone replied scatteredly, and then picked up the pile of documents one by one, opened the envelopes one by one, and looked at them.

The same is true for Qian Wenhuan. He did not completely hand over this task to the following. Instead, he screened together with everyone to find qualified personnel targets.

In fact, those ages are a bit old, and they are basically in a state of giving up. One is because there have been 25 years since 2000.

Therefore, what Qian Wenhuan focuses on looking for are those police officers who have been injured and disabled in recent years.

Only in this way, the conditions are a bit too harsh.

For the next hour, Qian Wenhuan read more than a dozen copies, but none was satisfied. Either the other party was too old, or the other party was not sufficiently disabled, but lacked arms and legs, and rarely had a whole body. The paralysis occurs.

However, after thinking about it, Qian Wenhuan was relieved again. After all, Namibia’s national strength is inherently weak, and neither medical treatment nor other conditions are guaranteed. The people are even more impoverished. Once there is a major casualty accident, those people are basically unable to save their lives. of.

Even if they were saved, they would live and starve to death due to poverty and loss of self-care ability.

Thinking of this, Qian Wenhuan frowned and continued to search.

Finally, an ID photo on the document made him shine.

It was a white race, wearing the uniform of a first-level superintendent. His name was Brook Humphrey, a native who moved over when the Germans colonized the country.

He has brown hair and black eyes, not the blond and blue eyes unique to Caucasians, but his cheeks are as three-dimensional as Caucasians, with a high nose, deep eye sockets, and sharp eyes like a falcon. There are thin, sharp lips.

This Brooke almost grew up with a righteous and awe-inspiring face. Although a little rough, it was surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Immediately, Qian Wenhuan continued to look down.

Brooke is only thirty-two years old this year, and two years ago, when he turned thirty, he was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet in his spine during a conflict to arrest criminals.

At that time, the situation was not so bad as to be paralyzed, but when he was sent to the hospital, the doctor made a major mistake in the operation, which eventually caused him to be completely paralyzed from the neck down.

"Yes... young, good-looking, adequately injured, and the injury is in line with the publicity plan. Now there are only two requirements for family and personality."

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan suddenly became a little enraged. He took out a marker, marked the selected signal in this document, and then collected all the documents again.

Qian Wenhuan’s only concern is that two years have passed and he does not know whether this person is still alive.

Next, Qian Wenhuan found a more suitable document, but unlike before, this was a black man.

In fact, this black police detective named Bray Morton was only twenty-five years old. He was ordinary in appearance. Although the appearance requirements were a little bit worse, the other party had a racial advantage. This is something that cannot be ignored.

And his experience was even more frightening, because he was caught in an ambush by a dealer when he was arbitrarily pursuing the case of the d product, and his limbs were directly cut off and made into a stick, but he survived tenaciously.

And all this is less than a year ago.

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan hardly hesitated, and directly included this document on the candidate list, even with a higher priority than Brooke before.

Next, Qian Wenhuan sat quietly for more than half an hour, until he read all the 40 or 50 documents in front of him, and did not find one that met the requirements. Either the other party was old or the injury was not serious enough. Can't make a fuss about these aspects.

Stretching, Qian Wenhuan raised his head and threw the two documents to the center of the conference table. At the same time, he said, "I have selected two, you speed up, and after the election, send me all the selected targets. Come to the office."

With that, he turned and left the meeting room.

Next, Qian Wenhuan returned to the office and corrected a few documents. It was not until the end of the morning that the secretary walked in with just seven or eight documents.

"Mr. Qian, all the materials selected this time are here, please have a look."

Qian Wenhuan nodded and asked the other party to put these materials on the desk, and then took a copy and opened it.

This time the speed will be much faster. It only took ten minutes before he read the seven documents selected by the crowd one by one.

Then, Qian Wenhuan hesitated for a while, and finally kicked out the information of the two oldest police officers. These two police officers are over forty years old. Although they are just entering middle age, they are still Qian Wenhuan ass fell.

Then, he removed a more abstract police officer and a police officer who was only paralyzed in his lower body, but whose arms were still usable.

In the end, in addition to the two documents he selected before, only one still met the requirements.

It was a man named Hodge. He was different from the previous two because he was chasing the culprit’s vehicle. The collision caused the vehicle to roll over, which eventually caused a fire, causing severe burns to his whole body.

This man named Hodge had lost all the skin of his body. At the same time, his hands and feet were burnt to coke, completely losing his physiological significance, and even his five senses were completely burnt.

Even the burned part included his trachea and lungs. Now he can only live in the intensive care unit and hang him forcibly.

Looking at the date when the incident happened, it turned out to be only half a month ago. Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan couldn’t sit still anymore. He just stood up and said to the secretary, “Go and inform the company in Wenhuan. The Dehok office asked him to immediately go to the Windhoek General Hospital, find a patient named Hodge, and tell the hospital that no matter how much money it spends, he must save the life of this patient."

Then, Qian Wenhuan thought for a while and added, "By the way, inform the transportation department of the company that I need a private helicopter to go to Windhoek."

"understand."

The secretary understood immediately, and he quickly walked out of the office.

Looking at the three-point information in his hand, Qian Wenhuan was caught in a dilemma. He wanted to choose Hodge directly, but the other two were also very qualified, so he thought about it and took all the three materials. Then he got into the elevator and went up toward the top floor.

When the people who were familiar with the road arrived at the top floor, Qian Wenhuan saw Chen Chen sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite the elevator because the entire top floor was an office.

"Old money, you are here."

Chen Chen didn't seem to be surprised by the arrival of Qian Wenhuan. He just stared at the desktop extremely seriously, as if looking at something that ordinary people couldn't see.

Seeing Chen Chen maintaining a posture from beginning to end, Qian Wenhuan couldn't help being a little surprised. He looked at Chen Chen's table, but he was even more dumbfounded, because there was nothing on the table where Chen Chen was staring.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Qian Wenhuan said in amazement.

"I'm looking at the micro world."

Chen Chen did not look up, but calmly replied, "There is a planet in front of me, and there are a group of strange-looking aboriginals on the planet, but the lifespan of these aboriginals is extremely short."

"Moreover, because I am too large, they cannot see my existence, but I can look down at them and observe their lives silently..."

Qian Wenhuan opened his mouth again, but said nothing. He didn't quite understand what Chen Chen meant.

"If you speak human words, it means that I am observing the dust in front of me and a group of bacteria on the dust."

Until then, Chen Chen raised his head, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Old Qian, do you think there is an observer in the sky above our earth? The reason why we can't find him may not be He is hiding, but we don’t even have the power to discover him..."

"But isn't it God?"

Qian Wenhuan frowned. At this time, he had been deeply influenced by the dogma of God's forbidden zone and had a completely negative attitude towards the existence of God.

"No, of course not God."

Chen Chen shook his head, "According to the Bible, God created this world, but the observer only observes. He is not responsible for'creation', but it often represents'destruction.'

Speaking of the last, Chen Chen suddenly stretched out a finger, pressed it lightly on the desk in front of him, and then wiped it back hard...

When Chen Chen raised his finger again, a thin black mark had appeared on the desk in front of him.

The dust was crushed by Chen Chen.

Seeing this scene, Qian Wenhuan's expression moved slightly. Although he understood the meaning of Chen Chen's words, he did not understand Chen Chen's actions.

What's more, can humans really see microbes like bacteria with the naked eye?