"He? Who is he? Her son? Oh, my God! She is expecting! The most recent chromosomal implant was successful! ”

In the working group, an old voice roared loudly.

No one knows why Tang Yinghu was able to use her human body to determine the fact that she was pregnant before the testing instrument.

Heartless people are very mysterious, and Tang Yinghu, a natural heartless person, is even more mysterious.

People only know that her emotions are different from ordinary people, she does not think about problems in a roundabout way, and there are only two simple yes and no answers when making decisions, but in the past, scientists never knew what she was thinking in her heart, could not read her thoughts, she never spoke, scientists could not be sure whether she had mastered human language, whether her thinking patterns were the same as those of humans.

Now I finally heard her heart.

No one knows when she mastered the human language and the whole way of thinking.

People were just shocked to hear her mind for the first time, and it was such a fluid and rigorous mental activity.

Her mental activity tone is calm and she speaks extremely fast.

This is just a fleeting thought, which is magnified countless times, and finally reinterpreted into this paragraph.

People also knew the reason for Tang Yingyu's attack.

She understood the free-will fighters' conversations and knew that they were going to freeze themselves.

As a natural heartless, her freezing success rate is 100%.

But after freezing, the newly born fertilized embryo in her body inevitably stagnates.

No one knows how many years later, under what experimental conditions, she will be thawed, and at that time, the most likely fate of this budding new life in her body will be to suffer an accident in the recovery, turn into a dead sesame cell, and then be excreted from the body.

The method of cryonics is completely different from embryo freezing, which requires a strong energy conversion and the reorganization of the human brain's thinking, and ordinary embryos cannot bear it at all, and it is almost certain to die.

She didn't fight back for her own life, but rebelled against fate as a mother.

Maybe Tang Yinghu didn't know why he wanted to give birth to offspring, just out of the racial reproduction instinct of a species.

In short, Bill Claston and the others had already met her subconscious enemy judgment, prompting her to make the attack decision instantaneously.

Whether it is Bill, who is about to encounter a catastrophe, or the scientific researchers in the ship who are responsible for following up Tang Yinghu's situation, they don't know why Tang Yinghu, who has not received military training for more than 30 years, has never even touched a weapon, and has never been exposed to any ancient cold weapon combat training, just used his hands to show amazing combat effectiveness, comparable to the masters of the rivers and lakes in ancient martial arts.

Tang Yinghu's physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people with a genetic arousal between 45% ~ 50%, which is beyond doubt.

But the killing skills revealed at the moment when she burst into action were very unreasonable.

She is too skilled at drifting in gravityless conditions.

She turned herself into a shark in space, nimble and bloodthirsty.

Every time any part of her body collided with the wall, she could move quickly to where she wanted to go.

She even had the mastery of wiggling her limbs to adjust her center of gravity and posture as she drifted through space to avoid the aim of freewill warriors.

This subtle control of combat skills without armor was obsolete hundreds of years ago.

Under normal circumstances, this is indeed a worthless way to fight, after all, the close-fitting full-coverage lightweight armor can help humans do too much work.

But in such a delicate moment, facing a free-will warrior equipped with improvised portable armor that abandons artificial intelligence? Tang Yingyu's space fighting technique has become a divine skill.

Another knife resulted in the life of a free-will warrior, Tang Yinghu turned around quickly, in the process of turning? Her body was still writhing strangely? Make her movements erratic and elusive.

Just a dozen seconds have passed? In Tang Yinghu's room, there were only two people left.

Bill Claiston, who was eight meters away from her in a straight line, was no longer aim.

He had already thrown away the ray gun, and his left index finger was pressed to the button on the back of his right hand.

The power battery pack behind Bill is vibrating violently? The amplitude of the shaking is getting louder? So much so that the air was buzzing like an electric hair dryer.

Tang Yinghu saw that Bill threw away the gun and was no longer in a hurry to attack.

She seems to smell danger and wants to distance herself? Let the figure drift backwards? Until your back gently hits the wall? Slowly stop again.

Tang Yinghu is covered in blood? Prostrate? With your arms outstretched? The left hand is pressed against the wall, the thumb and forefinger of the right hand are clasped into the neutron membrane tactical dagger, and the other three fingers are stretched straight and pressed against the floor.

She looks like a cheetah about to hunt.

At this moment, the fierce firefight is inexplicably stagnant? The two sides look at each other? It became a peculiar state of confrontation.

Bill's gaze is mad, helpless, angry? There is also a trace of confusion and anxiety.

He has carried the self-detonation of the boot battery pack with portable armor? There is no going back.

Even if the Doom Guardian rushed out of the door and shot him in the head, it would not have been able to stop the explosion.

Tang Yinghu can't escape? It's already a corpse.

But Bill Claiston didn't feel joy in his heart, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of relief.

A second after pressing the detonation button, he also learned something from the original communication that had just been sent by the upper echelons of the Free Will Alliance.

The Nuwa plan was a success.

The woman in front of her had successfully become pregnant, and her next generation, the great-grandfather of the sage's wife, could have been born.

This has given meaning to the decades-long work of hundreds of millions of Nuwa Project participants.

Regardless of whether these project participants are passive or active, no matter what these people are doing now, no one can deny that these hundreds of millions of people have been waiting for this day for decades.

However, now Tang Yinghu is about to die in his own hands.

Distractions began to pop up in Bill's mind.

Will people really thank me?

Am I right?

If I had a chance to do it all over again, and I knew in advance that she was pregnant, would I still choose to do so?

Can it really be done all over again?

His anger inexplicably receded, replaced by endless confusion and lingering remorse.

He was ruthless that he couldn't control his heart after all, and was completely dominated by extreme emotions.

He deviated from the beliefs of the Free Will Alliance when it was first founded, and became a madman who did anything to satisfy his own selfish desires.

The teammate who helped Tang Yinghu block a shot just now was right.

Obviously, we just want to leave peacefully in our own way and live well, so that even if humanity perishes in the galaxy, we can have more hope of continuing in other galaxies.

I don't want to destroy everything and become a sinner.

The battery pack behind his back had begun to swell, and Bill could feel the sudden burning sensation and terrifying oppression in his back.

After 0.5 seconds, a heat of more than 10,000 degrees will swallow hundreds of cubic meters of space nearby.

"It's over."

Bill Claston thought.

The researchers of the Nuwa Project, who had been looking nervously at this side, thought the same thing in their hearts.

Rumble!

A large hole suddenly broke in the floor of the room.

In the next moment, a black armor about thirteen meters tall appeared in the middle of the room.

At the same time, the flames and shockwaves of the explosion behind Bill Claston's back consumed him completely.

But the moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, there was a look of surprise and relief on his face.

Bill and the others recognized the armor almost instantly.

This is the T100 armor of the legendary Tong Ling instructor.

It's over.

It's over.

The future has nothing to do with me.

Bill's consciousness is gone.

At the moment when the shockwave spread in front of him, the T100 stretched out the energy shield, only leaking out slightly.

Two seconds later, the T100 smashed through several layers of walls and appeared in an open passage in the residential ship.

In the palm of the T100 armor, Tang Yinghu, who was stunned by the aftermath of the explosion and was seriously injured, lay down.

Her eyes were closed and her face was covered in blood, both her own and someone else's.

Her body was full of cracks, flesh flipping, blood gushing out.

She looked miserable and in a critical situation.

But the scientists were in ecstasy.

She survived!

But after an instant, the scientific researchers were all dead one by one.

Because the scan results showed that her brain had been severely damaged.

Two deep ravines ran through her brain.

The horrific amount of blood loss was also destroying her life.

Her consciousness was rapidly dissipating.

The T100 armor bowed his head slightly, and Tong Ling was staring at the woman in the palm of her hand through the armored cockpit mask.

Tong Ling saw two lines of tears in the corner of Tang Yingyu's eyes.

It's a pity that the thinking capture team can only receive white noise, so no one knows where Tang Yingyu's tears flowed.

One can only speculate.

This may be due to her unwillingness to be born unwilling.

She felt sorry for herself.

She had never lived the way she wanted, and she didn't even know what it meant to be truly alive.

As a naturally heartless person, she may or may not know the difference between herself and humans.

Her life is full of question marks and unanswered.

She is also unaware of the mission of her existence, and may be grateful for the creation of her own race, or she may bury more resentment deep in her heart.

She may also be saddened by what has happened to her, and excited that she finally has offspring.

Thirty seconds passed, Tang Yingyu's brain finally stagnated, and the thinking capture team could no longer hear any sound, not even white noise.

Tang Yinghu died after all.

T100 put her down, and a mechanical arm reached out from her back, stabbing her Xiaofu, digging out a piece of flesh from it, and sending it into the artificial cultivation chamber that the armored medical system quickly synthesized.

The rest of the people in charge of the Nuwa project stared blankly at the projection representing the embryo, the cytoplasm that had regained its peristalsis, and the strands of DNA that were slowly coupling at a steady pace, as if they were admiring a work of art and worshipping the gods in their hearts.

Tang Yinghu died, but the embryo survived.

The expressions on people's faces are incredibly complex.

In just a few minutes, people's moods are so fluctuating that they almost exceed the limits of human psychological capacity.

The clatter sound came from the passage near the area of engagement.

Dozens of Doomsday Guardians have finally arrived from all directions.

Tong Ling looked back at these smart weapons and activated the supreme wartime command of the T100 armor.

With a blank face, she only said one word, and the order she gave was concise and to the point.

"Kill."

Three days later, the rebellion, which lasted more than two years and lasted for more than two years, was marked by a brief attempt at peaceful evolution that culminated in an armed uprising.

Tong Ling carried the embryo with her all the time, from the first resident ship to the main battleship that was first controlled by the Free Will Alliance.

The peak soldier who led the rebellion was completely torn apart by Tong Ling, and none of his followers remained.

The coup ended with the loss of 300 million people and thousands of warships in the fleet.

Of these 300 million people, the second and third generations account for about 230 million, while the first generation accounts for 70 million.

This seems to be a very low percentage, but in fact, many of these older generations are released from the frozen state, and these people, whether they are combat personnel or scientific research personnel, have not considered negotiating with the Free Will Alliance at all, and have taken up weapons without hesitation, regardless of whether they are good at it or not, whether they participate in the battle or not.

The damage was significant, but it took less than two decades to fully recover.

The so-called free will, under the threat of immediate death, has become a fantasy.

But the matter did not end immediately, and the rebels, who had obediently surrendered their weapons, raised their hands, were escorted by the Doom Guardians to the prison ship where they were concentrated.

More than 700 million people were held on the prison ships.

If the doomsday crackdown process continues, the 700 million people will be left with less than 50 million.

People crouched in a small space with their heads down, their eyes full of confusion and fear.

They don't know what the future holds, and they have lingering regrets in their hearts.

Many people are extremely puzzled.

Obviously, everyone's idea at the beginning was good, no matter how dissatisfied they were, but why did things become the way they are.

Also, why are the older generations so stubborn?

Many of the older generation have been engaged in scientific research all their lives, or are working as workers, and their combat ability is almost zero, but why do they really fight one after another, and they don't listen to explanations at all, and only scold all the people in free will as traitors.

People are starting to ask themselves.

Are we really doing something wrong?

But what are we doing wrong?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

History cannot be concealed, under the reading of memory, the truth will inevitably surface, and it is impossible to lie to deceive the core of the brain, and the brain must know what kind of person it is.

Therefore, it is a sure thing to be put to death.

The atmosphere inside the prison ship was lifeless.

People have only one thought, close their eyes and wait for death.

"I have decided to terminate the Doomsday Crackdown process."

Just when people thought they were dead, the whole ship broadcast sounded in the prison ship.

In the next second, Tong Ling's face appeared in front of everyone in a projection state.

She remained expressionless.

People were amazed, delighted and puzzled.

"I will tell you what is small freedom and what is great freedom."