This action was obviously aggressive, and Yin Bozhi instinctively wanted to reach out to block it, but the indifferent voice from the depths of his brain sounded again. He had to dispel this thought, and stood in place like a clay sculpture.

The bioengineer was wearing a blue mask and could not see his face. But through the other party's eyes, Yin Bozhi clearly saw a trace of contempt and ridicule.

Because the other party also saw his slightly swaying shoulders. From this feature, it can be judged that Yin Bozhi wants to do it, but he is controlled by the forced consciousness from the brain.

The cotton swab did not poke into Yin Bozhi's eyes as expected, but reached into the corner of his mouth, dipped it slightly in his damp mouth, and then pulled it out. The bioengineer inserted a cotton swab with the saliva of IBS into a portable detector and injected the solvent, and dozens of pieces of analysis data were quickly displayed on the screen.

The composite body index is normal.

The number of white and red blood cells is normal.

The body has a normal level of oxygen.

It's just that the adrenaline level is slightly on the high side.

This is not surprising. Bioengineers have seen too many of this situation. Whoever is confined to a narrow circle will want to be active when they leave. It's a biological instinct, a release effect that forms in contrasting environments. Especially Yin Bozhi, a secondary cultivator, he is different from the normal form of a combat cultivator, he has an extremely strong sense of self, and without knowing it, he must be hostile to the cotton swab that reaches out in front of him and wants to dip his saliva.

But so what? His dominant consciousness has been locked, and the secondary indoctrination of thinking has completely taken over the brain, replacing the former subconscious. Not to mention using a cotton swab to collect a little bodily fluid from him, even if the bioengineer directly stabbed his body with a knife to take blood now, Yin Bozhi would not make the slightest gesture of resistance.

That's the power of science.

Judging from the available data, the renovation has been very successful, with a completion rate of 6.7 percent.

There is never a culture that is 100% complete. Because that's impossible. If you can reach more than 10% of your culture, you can become a magistrate. So far, the most successful case has also reached 10.16% training completion.

There are so many things that are also not a secret that bioengineers can know. He only knew that Yin Bozhi, who was standing in front of him, was an experimental product, and the transformation quota was also temporarily issued by the higher authorities. For more ...... He himself is not very clear.

"How do you feel now? Can you speak? ”

Putting away the portable detector, the bioengineer suddenly became interested in the expressionless Yin Bozhi, and asked casually, "Do you have any special requirements?" ”

Request?

Yin Bozhi glanced at him, opened his mouth that had not spoken for a long time, and made a mechanical and hoarse voice: "...... I...... Forehead (hungry). ”

The reason why the voice is fuzzy and the pitch is not accurate is because the modification has affected the vocal cords. It was almost a replacement of this part of Yin Bozhi's body, and there was no adaptation period, so he now felt that his throat and tongue were very unfamiliar, as if he was not a part of his body.

"It's good to be hungry, which means your reflex system is still working."

The bioengineer came down from the steps, didn't look at Yin Bozhi too much, and then turned away, leaving a few words that had gone from clear to vague.

"Now it's time for dinner, let's go have a good meal! The dishes and flavors should be to your liking. ”

"There's milk, there's eggs, and there's fresh and juicy steak."

“…… I really don't understand why they like to eat that kind of thing? Never mind...... There are some things that you can't understand, even if they are spoken...... I've got to keep working......"

The brain gave the command again, Yin Bozhi raised his feet, turned around, crossed the yellow line, walked up to the middle passage, and strode in the direction of the left according to the pointing arrows drawn on the ground with eye-catching white paint.

Along the way, he encounters several bioengineers, as well as heavily armed soldiers. Yin Bozhi, who is more than two and a half meters tall, is a giant to them. These people turned a blind eye to him, and only a very few would stop and watch. From their eyes, Yin Bozhi could not see the element of fear, only cold indifference.

The instructions from the brain are very clear———— follow this path until the end.

Although Yin Bozhi had never been here, he didn't know anything about it.

The passage that was hundreds of meters long finally came to an end, and I saw a door with an arched circle. It is a combination of left and right, and there is a top-down "Z" shaped gap in the middle, judging by the appearance color, it should be an alloy texture.

The entrance to the passage was unattended, and Yin Bozhi entered the code directly on the electronic lock on the side of the gate. Even he didn't know why, anyway, he knew the opening code here, and he was very skilled in typing, and his movements were smooth and jerky.

The door opened, walked in, walked straight to the eleventh passage, pressed the elevator switch hard, and pressed the white button with the word "sixteen" again after entering.

Except for the bioengineer when he walked out of the cultivation cabin, Yin Bozhi did not speak to the second person from beginning to end. He knew he was unclothed, so he was naked. The burly pectoral muscles were once a dream of Yin Bozhi, and at that time, he never imagined that he would one day be able to have such toned muscles. He didn't have the slightest sense of human shame, and he didn't feel anything wrong with walking around naked. Because everyone who met him, whether a bioengineer or an armed guard, looked at him like a dead thing, without any emotion.

Despite this, Yin Bozhi still felt uncomfortable. Through his previous conversation with Yin Zhenghua, he knew that a large part of his subjective consciousness would be erased. But the remnants of consciousness still gave him an instinctive sense of human shame. It's rare, but it's real.

He was the only one in the elevator. Looking at the empty elevator room, Yin Bozhi lowered his head and cautiously glanced between his legs.

The male symbol is still there, and it has not shrunk due to modification, or has been simply cut out by bioengineers. It was larger than it used to be, covered in a thick layer of gray skin, about five centimeters thick, in a ringed segment, which at first glance looked like a worm-like creature.

But this nascent shell that covers the surface is really hard. Yin Bozhi touched it with his fingers, and there was a special texture similar to the cuticle of a fingernail. Obviously, the body modification is comprehensive, and the bioengineers also take into account the weak parts of the body. These cuticles are very effective means of protection, but having them also means giving up the exclusive ability to be a man.

Now, Yin Bozhi can be regarded as truly understanding what Yin Zhenghua said———— cultivating people is a fighting machine, and if you don't consider it, you don't have the ability to have children.

The elevator stopped, the door slowly parted on both sides, and Yin Bozhi strode in and saw several armed guards with loaded guns. These people are very strong in combat, at least when they were the logistics chief officers at the upper echelons of the base, Yin Bozhi was very envious of the guards with such powerful abilities. But now, he can deal with these guys casually.

Through visual and mental inspection, Yin quickly analyzed the combat capabilities of these armed guards, as well as the necessary reaction in a hypothetical scenario of "if they shoot at me". He was eager to find an opponent to test his current strength, but his brain consciousness firmly controlled his body, forcing him to quickly disappear within a few seconds of the thought that came to him.

It's a new passage, and it's a new alloy door.

Walking in, Yin Bozhi found that it was a large room. There are at least a thousand square meters, and the walls, floors, and the top of the head are all very oppressive grayish-white, as if smeared with a layer of lead.

The room is divided into two parts. Just opposite Yin, a sturdy metal fence separates one-third of the house. There was a metal door, slowly opening on both sides, and a man who was also naked, about the size of himself, stepped out, and quickly stood more than five meters away from him.

There was obviously surveillance in this room, but it didn't matter. All Yin Bozhi's attention was focused on the man in front of him, Sen Leng gaze slowly swept over every part of his body, and his brain also generated a series of numbers, calculating the strength comparison between himself and the other party.

In fact, which is strong and which is weak, in fact, can be judged to a large extent from the appearance. Just as a person of short stature must not have the same advantage as a height opponent, a boxer who has received professional training must have stronger combat effectiveness than ordinary people. While cosmetic evaluations are not 100% accurate, and the outcome of a battle can often change due to some accident, in most cases, this kind of pre-war analysis is necessary.

The brain then gave birth to a new, terrifying consciousness.

This is definitely not a warm-up for a fight, nor is it a sporting competition with safety rules. Yin Bozhi knows very well that this is an assessment of his own ability, a comprehensive test that must be accepted, and there is no possibility of withdrawing or rejecting at all. Himself and the strange man opposite who has never met, only one person can survive. It's me, or it's him.

Rat.

As for the second option, whether I live or die, Yin Bozhi never thought about this possibility.

He now finally understood what the bioengineer had said when he first stepped out of the pod.

"Now it's time for dinner, let's go have a good meal! The dishes and flavors should be to your liking. ”

"There's milk, there's eggs, and there's fresh and juicy steak."

“…… I really don't understand why they like to eat that kind of thing? Never mind...... There are some things that you can't understand, even if they are spoken...... I've got to keep working......"

Yes, it's mealtime.

My opponent is right in front of me.

He's my food.