Armor-Piercing Munition: Face Me, Carbon-Based Monster!
Chapter 277 - 119: Invasive Brain Machine?

Chapter 277: Chapter 119: Invasive Brain Machine?

Following Zhang Tao’s guidance, the Archbishop of Zhuolu City vacated several empty rooms for the Huaxia Army convoy to settle in.

This wasn’t a simple task, but after the recent plunder of Huadu, what Zhuolu City had in surplus were empty rooms.

So, a group of over a dozen people stayed there, with even some space to spare.

Sitting in a tidy hall, still faintly marked with traces of unwashed blood, Chen Jian frowned tightly.

He stared intently at the PDA in front of him, which displayed footage secretly captured by a Hummingbird drone.

"...What is this person... doing?"

Chen Jian inhaled deeply and asked in a tone tinged with a bit of dread.

Beside him, Lei Jie shook his head and replied:

"It looks like some sort of brain-machine interface, but what is this? Spinal invasive brain-machine?"

"Why are they using spinal invasive brain-machines when Nezha already has EEG brain-machines?"

"I don’t get it..."

Chen Jian moved his fingers, slightly enlarging the image.

On the screen, the Supervisor was connecting tentacle-like interfaces one by one, then deeply embedding several needle-like probes into the spinal cord.

Blood flowed profusely, but the Supervisor’s actions were quite skilled.

It’s clear that this wasn’t his first time doing this.

"...Doesn’t this person run the risk of paralyzing himself?"

Chen Jian gasped, and at that moment, Fu Xi, now connected to the network, finally retrieved the footage relayed by the Hummingbird drone.

Soon after, its voice resonated in their ears.

"This is a fully invasive brain-machine interface device, born in 2040."

"From its design, it appears to be a product of a joint project between the Institute of Intelligent Technology and the Institute of Biology."

"This was a controversial project initially aimed at activating functions in patients with certain neuromotor paralysis but gradually, researchers discovered that secondary EEG signals acquired from the spinal cord have significant importance for filtering complex brain signals."

"Subsequently, with support from the computing power of the ’Great Saint’ quantum computing project, this brain-machine project made significant advancements."

"Initially, this device was hailed as a blessing for patients."

"However, researchers gradually found that this device would cause irreversible mental damage to the human body."

"More extremely, through artificially manipulated electrical signals input, it could even directly affect the brain, permanently altering the working modes of neural neurons."

"At this stage, the scientific and ethical crisis faced by this project was quite severe."

"Some even viewed it as... a ’Thought Imprint’ in reality."

"In actuality, this device doesn’t genuinely achieve ’mind control’ in the real sense."

"True mind control is achieved by another similar device born in 2044, though as far as I know, that device has never been truly used since its inception..."

As Fu Xi’s voice faded, everyone in the room instinctively felt a chill in their hearts.

Thought Imprint?

Mind Control?

Or... a Mind Plague??

Chen Jian knit his brows tightly as he turned to Ji Xing, then asked:

"Is the Thought Plague spread by the Mimic Heretics transmitted in this form?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Ji Xing resolutely stated:

"I’ve never heard of such a claim; all legends explicitly state that the plague they spread is invisible."

"It’s like a kind of thought virus... but it absolutely doesn’t require machines like this!"

"Comrade Ji Xing makes a valid point."

Fu Xi’s voice echoed again:

"While fully invasive brain-machine devices indeed have the ability to ’control thoughts’ to some extent, their efficiency is extremely low."

"It would require at least several months or even years, alongside many other systematic ’treatment plans’, to achieve individual transformation."

"This clearly doesn’t match the intelligence regarding ’Mimic Heretics’ I received before."

"...Indeed."

Chen Jian exhaled gently, vaguely realizing that this thing was definitely related to the Mimic Heretics.

But how exactly, he couldn’t figure out.

"Regardless, let’s first bring the person in question over for questioning."

"Ji Xing, Xie Liu, can you two handle him?"

"Hard to say."

Ji Xing frowned and shook his head, answering:

"To be able to become a Supervisor, he must be a strong Blood Source."

"If it’s just about killing him, it wouldn’t be difficult, but trying to control him... not so simple."

"Perhaps we should just confront him directly?"

"That might not be a bad idea."

Chen Jian slowly nodded, reaching for the explosive gun beside him.

Then, he stood up, ordered:

"Everyone, gear up."

"Squad one, set up perimeter surveillance outside the target building and block any escape routes."

"Lei Jie, get the tank gun ready, aim at the house."

"Xie Liu, Ji Xing, come in with me."

"No matter how he got his hands on this thing... I must find out what he intends to do with it!"

"Understood!"

...

And just at that moment, elsewhere.

The Supervisor, now connected to the brain-machine and sitting quietly on the ground, suddenly moved.

He seemed to realize what was about to happen, so he immediately disconnected the brain-machine connection, unhurriedly removed the probe interface, and deftly stored it in a carefully preserved metal box.

Then he picked up a wet towel and gently wiped the bloodstains from his back.

While wiping, he sang some cryptic lyrics under his breath.

He put on his clothes and sat upright on the sofa.

In his hand, he toyed with a smooth stone, but if you looked closely, you’d discover that the so-called ’stone’ was actually a piece of human vertebra.

His gaze was fixed on the door.

At a certain moment, he suddenly spoke:

"Come in, gentlemen of the Huaxia Army."

"I predicted you would come, and I can even guess what you want to ask."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you truly are curious."

"You know, your curiosity might be the death of you..."

As he finished speaking, Chen Jian had already pushed the door open.

The muzzle of the explosive gun was aimed at the Supervisor’s head, and the weapon harness on Chen Jian’s back was fully deployed.

"Originally, I planned to come and find you directly, but you said I wasn’t allowed to approach."

"This is truly difficult—you won’t let me find you, but you come to find me; isn’t that blocking both ways?"

"Gentlemen, you’re really making it hard for me..."

"Don’t waste words."

Chen Jian slightly raised the barrel, then said:

"Take out what’s in the box."

"The stuff in the box?"

The Supervisor feigned ignorance and asked:

"Are you referring to... the Sacred Relic of the Mimic Heretics?"

"Or... to put it another way."

"Are you referring to... the Sacred Relic of the Gene Progenitors?"