A voice pulled her out of her thoughts; it was Work Committee Rita.
"ERO people will co to our area for a free dical examination this afternoon. You’re new here. This is your first dical exam, so there will be more items. Take advantage of the lunch break and go quickly."
Free dical exam...
She had heard about it long ago, but to outsiders, the so-called free dical exam by Horizon Corporation was actually a collection of workers’ health information for large-scale human drug experints.
No way, humans can’t think of things they’ve never seen or done themselves
The things they accuse others of doing, they basically have done themselves.
After all, how could there be free dical treatnt? Impossible, right?
Maybe it was just to make the folks laugh.
Jasieya had the sa thought, so she considered this free dical exam an opportunity for an intelligence breakthrough.
"Lucia. Gard, 24 years old, Female."
The doctor who ca for the free dical exam was a laid-back guy, the [First Nanny of the Mountain City] resting with crossed legs while checking the files.
"Hey... you’ve got quite few cybernetic enhancents. Just one adapter and a bionic eye."
Afraid of being exposed, Jasieya quickly explained.
"I just ca from the countryside, I have no money for enhancents."
"Have you used drugs?"
"....."
Jasieya hung her head, afraid to answer. If not for Horizon Corporation installing a neural regulator, she’d probably suffer unbearably.
"Hey, nothing to be ashad of, in this damned place nine out of ten have touched these ssy things. I tell you, I can spot anyone who’s used drugs just by looking."
His mouthful of Sichuan-Chongqing dialect was barely understandable to Jasieya, if not for the translator pack.
The First Nanny pointed to a nearby bed and motioned for Jasieya to lie down.
"You’re nothing but skin and bones... a little too thin. Eat more, the cafeteria won’t let you go hungry, and your teeth have been replaced. And your liver, has it been hit or did you eat sothing? Oh, your calves have been broken too, your old man surely has a heavy hand..."
Every word from the nanny stirred Jasieya’s mory; it was all punishnt she’d received growing up under the Queen.
To maintain her figure, als were rationed, almost always hungry, and drugs were inevitable in her field, with countless broken bones.
Through the examination, the nanny covered almost every injury, asking repeatedly if her family mistreated her.
Reflecting on those days, Jasieya wanted to cry but didn’t dare, she could only hold it in.
And the anticipated experintal drugs or data collection never appeared, seemingly just an ordinary physical check-up.
Finally, the nanny couldn’t help but advise:
"It’s best you get a full-body check at ERO, then take ti to recover in the hospital, at this rate you won’t live past 40. If you don’t want to die young, take more care."
Though strange, the concern and warmth in his tone was unlike those cold doctors.
"Thank you."
Upon leaving the exam room, Jasieya’s eyes were red.
Little did she know, for the past two days, every move was under surveillance.
"I can basically confirm she’s sent from Cuba, but unclear if from Havana or Camaguey."
The Henan person, sipping from a thermal cup, spoke.
"When Jarvis ntioned the Cuba issue, her expression was off, micro-expressions indicated high sensitivity toward Cuba, especially Havana with whom we are currently in conflict. Her complexion marks her as Latin Arican, used drugs, underwent professional military training, pretty, young, minimal cybernetics, liver loaded with stimulants residues, matching Queen’s agents’ traits you’ve uncovered."
Standing beside him was Killer Demon, who asked, "A hundred percent sure?"
"There’s never a hundred percent certainty in the world, all I can say is I’m pretty sure."
The Henan person couldn’t help but sigh.
"Thank goodness her face wasn’t surgically altered, otherwise I couldn’t even offer a probability."
Killer Demon wasn’t interested in Henan person’s professional complaints. He was tasked with closely watching this suspected Cuban agent, to see if through her, West Fire Grass could be sent to Cuba.
He’d been to Cuba and was compromised, others were unsuitable.
"How has she been acting lately? Is there potential for conversion?"
"Mm, there’s potential."
Henan person nodded, then pulled out a dossier from under the table, revealing records of Jasieya’s recent exchanges.
"But not yet, currently she seems to be struggling ntally. The committee needs to work on her thoughts gradually, while determining how strongly loyal she is to Havana, there’s a certain risk in conversion, unless we ascertain it without exposing ourselves, awakening awareness."
He asked, sowhat puzzled.
"By the way, what were you thinking? Sending a common player to go undercover behind Cuban lines?"
"I don’t know... when I see West Fire Grass, I think his appearance is absolutely unique, extrely misleading."
Killer Demon didn’t want to admit it, but that was the truth.
"We tried letting cyber-doctors recreate West Fire Grass’ face one-to-one, unsuccessfully. It always lacks certain essence unless using custom disguise prosthetics taken from Cuban assassins for perfect mimicry.
But the problem is Havana excels in this, our people definitely couldn’t fool those Aguirre-nad killers, thus forcing West Fire Grass to take the risk, and he wouldn’t die, no life risk involved."
"Indeed."
The Henan person smacked his lips, truly finding such resurrectable armies terrifying.
Despite Cubans hoping numbers would let them swap damage with Horizon Corporation, eventually they’d find the players grow in power with each battle, dying would be their own.
Though Super Earth sent three hundred initially, it remained three hundred, not one loss, zero casualties.
While Cuba’s total casualties exceeded a thousand.
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