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

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

At this time, on the balcony on the third floor of the building of the Ministry of Resources, Zulama looked at Chen Chen's back with a complicated expression, and was speechless for a long time.

"The climate has been established, and the whole of Namibia is already up to him......"

Looking at the car slowly moving away, Zurama suddenly had an idea 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 cause huge economic losses, Namibia can also take the opportunity to receive a large amount of wealth and technology, which is even enough to enable Namibia to surpass the rainbow country and reach the status of African hegemon......

But in the next second, Zurama completely dispelled this thought.

Because he knew that once Chen Chen died, in addition to the above situation, there was another situation that was more likely, that is, the Central Continent Region and the North American Region would instantly take action and come to snatch the assets left by Chen Chen.

Otherwise, whoever becomes president will die a miserable death......

What's more, if Chen Chen dies, who will support his campaign? Who can put himself on the throne of Namibia's presidency?

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

At this time, Zurama was extremely complicated, he hoped that his country could be self-reliant and independent, and on the other hand, he hoped that he could stand at the top of Namibia's power, and the two options were incompatible......

Thinking of this, Zurama could only close his eyes in pain, while taking a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he took out his mobile phone and tried to check the bank account he had opened in Switzerland.

Just now, there was a silent increase of $30 million in the name of this account......

Seeing such a thrilling number, Zulama's eyes did not fluctuate, these money no longer had much meaning to him, maybe a few years ago, this huge number could make him ecstatic, but now, it can only attract his slight sideways.

Immediately, Zurama closed his account, then cleared all his usage records before closing his computer.

……

When Zurama was running around for Chen Chen's "Reform Bill", Qian Wenhuan had already begun casting.

At this time, Qian Wenhuan sat bored at the conference table, watching his team continue to move a thick pile of documents from the police station, these documents have been piled up on the conference table half a person high, but there is still a steady stream of new materials being moved in.

"Mr. Qian, these are the information of the police officers who are currently injured and disabled in Namibia, from 2000 to the present, all of them are here."

An assistant silently walked over and reminded in a low voice, "It's three hundred and twenty in total." ”

"Good."

Qian Wenhuan clapped his hands, and suddenly everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at this side.

"Guys, I'd like to be able to find all the regulations that meet the options in Project Robocop, as requested in the plan."

Qian Wenhuan reminded, "Because it is a primary election, the conditions can be relaxed, and when the number of eligible people is finally determined, we can carry out the next step of screening according to the number of targets." ”

"Yes, understood......"

Everyone replied piecemeal, and then one by one they picked up the pile of papers, opened them one by one, and looked at them.

And Qian Wenhuan is the same, he did not completely hand over this task to the following, but screened with everyone to find qualified personnel targets.

In fact, those years are a bit old, and they are basically in a state of abandonment, one is because it has been 25 years since 2000, and the police officers who were injured and disabled at that time are at least forty or fifty years old, and at this age, both the ability to adapt and the ability to react have greatly declined, plus years of disability, even if people can still move, they have lost the ability to continue to handle cases.

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

It's just that in this way, the conditions are really a bit too harsh.

In the next hour, Qian Wenhuan read more than a dozen copies in a row, but none of them were satisfied, either because the other party was too old, or the other party was not disabled enough, but he was missing arms and legs, and he was rarely paralyzed.

But after thinking about it, Qian Wenhuan was relieved, after all, Namibia's national strength is already very weak, whether it is medical treatment or other conditions, it cannot be guaranteed, and the people are even poorer.

Even if they are saved, they will starve to death due to poverty and loss of self-care.

Thinking of this, Qian Wenhuan frowned and continued to look for it.

Finally, a photo of the ID on the document made his eyes shine.

It was a white man who wore the uniform of a police superintendent of the first class, and his name was Brooke Humphrey, a native resident who had been relocated by the Germans during the colonization.

He has brown hair and black eyes, not blonde blue eyes that are unique to Caucasians, but his cheeks are as three-dimensional as those of Caucasians, with a high nose, deep eye sockets, eagle-sharp eyes, and thin, sharp lips.

This Brooke almost has a righteous and awe-inspiring face, although a little rough, but surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Immediately, Qian Wenhuan continued to look down.

Brooke is only thirty-two years old, and just two years ago, when he turned 30, he was hit in the spine by a stray bullet during a conflict to arrest criminals.

At the time, the situation was not so bad as to be paralyzed, but when he was taken to the hospital, the doctors made a major mistake during the operation, which eventually led to complete paralysis from the neck down.

"Not bad...... Young, good-looking, with adequate injuries and injuries in line with the publicity plan, only the two requirements of family and character remain. ”

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan suddenly felt a little overjoyed, he took out a marker, marked the selected signal in this letter, and then took all the information back.

Qian Wenhuan's only worry is that now that two years have passed, and he doesn't know if this person is still alive.

Next, Qian Wenhuan found a more consistent document from it, but unlike before, this is a black man.

In fact, this black police detective named Bree Morton is only twenty-five years old, and his appearance is ordinary, although the appearance requirements are a little worse, but the other party has a racial advantage, which cannot be ignored.

And his experience is even more terrifying, because when he was investigating the D product case without authorization, he was ambushed by the D dealer, and was directly cut off his limbs and made into a human stick, but in the end he survived tenaciously.

And all this is less than a year ago.

Seeing this, Qian Wenhuan almost did not hesitate, and directly put this document on the candidate list, and even had a higher priority than the previous Brooke.

Next, Qian Wenhuan sat quietly for more than half an hour, until he finished reading all the forty or fifty documents in front of him, and did not find any that met the requirements, either the other party was old, or the injury was not serious enough to make a fuss in these aspects.

Stretching, Qian Wenhuan raised his head, threw the two materials in the center of the conference table, and said at the same time, "I selected two, you speed up, and after the selection, send all the selected targets to my office." ”

With that, he turned and left the conference room.

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

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

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

This time the speed was much faster, and it only took ten minutes for him to read through the seven materials selected by everyone one by one.

Then, Qian Wenhuan hesitated slightly, and finally kicked out the information of the two police officers in the eldest grade, these two police officers are over forty years old, although they have only just entered middle age, but they are still passed by Qian Wenhuan.

He then removed a more abstract-looking police officer, as well as a police officer who was only paralyzed in the lower half of his body, but could still use his arms.

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

It was a man named Hodge, who was different from the previous two, because while chasing the bandits' vehicle, the collision caused the vehicle to roll over, which eventually caused a fire, resulting in severe burns all over his body.

The man, named Hodge, had lost all the skin on his body, and at the same time, his hands and feet were burned to charcoal, completely losing his physiological meaning, and even his facial features were completely burned.

Even the burned part included his trachea and lungs, and now he can only live in the intensive care unit and be forcibly hanged.

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 directly "snapped" and stood up and said to the secretary, "Go and inform the company's office in Windhoek, and ask him to go to Windhoek General Hospital immediately, find a patient named Hodge, and tell the hospital that no matter how much money is spent, the patient's life must be saved." ”

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

"Understood."

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

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

After arriving at the top floor with a familiar car, because the entire top floor was an office, Qian Wenhuan saw Chen Chen sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window opposite the elevator at a glance.

"Old money, you're here."

Chen Chen didn't seem surprised by Qian Wenhuan's arrival, he just stared at the desktop very seriously, as if he was looking at something that ordinary people couldn't see.

Seeing that Chen Chen was in one posture from beginning to end, Qian Wenhuan couldn't help but feel a little strange, he looked towards Chen Chen's table, but he was even more dumbfounded, because there was nothing at all where Chen Chen was staring at on the table.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

Qian Wenhuan was stunned.

"I'm looking at the microcosm."

Chen Chen didn't look up, but replied calmly, "There is a planet in front of me, and there are a group of strange-looking aborigines on the planet, but the lifespan of this group of aborigines is extremely short. ”

"And, because I'm too big for them to see my existence, I can look down on them and silently observe their lives......"

Qian Wenhuan opened his mouth again, but he didn't say anything, he didn't quite understand what Chen Chen meant by this.

"If I speak human, it means that I'm looking at this speck of dust in front of me, and a bunch of bacteria on the dust."

Only at this time did Chen Chen raise his head, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Old Qian, you said that there will be an observer in the sky above our earth?" The reason why we can't find him may not be that he is hiding, but that we don't even have the strength to discover him......"

"But isn't it God?"

Qian Wenhuan frowned, at this time, he had long been deeply affected by the dogma of God's forbidden area, and he 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 often represents 'destruction'. ”

In the end, Chen Chen suddenly stretched out a finger, pressed it lightly on the desk in front of him, and then wiped it back vigorously......

When Chen Chen raised his finger again, a thin black mark had already 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 didn't understand Chen Chen's actions.

What's more, can humans really see bacteria and microorganisms with the naked eye alone?