Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

Compared to normal people, her breath control is still relatively weak, but she has already been able to stabilize the sustained tone and intervals of musical instruments.

Suzune complained to Asuka, "This is too risky."

If a problem arises, they will have to access Raphael's body from the outside.

As the main fighting force among the three, Suzune believed that Raphael's body adjustment was too aggressive.

Because no matter how similar their appearance is to humans, we must not forget that they are not actually human.

“I know that better than you do,” Raphael replied.

She knew this very clearly when she was in New York.

No one can jump around continuously for dozens of days within the radiation coverage area of ​​the ELID wide-area collapse. Most people who stay in that hellish place for so long become ELID infected.

Even Cecilia, who has been taking anti-collapse radiation drugs, still suffers from aftereffects.

When the two last contacted each other, Miss Cecilia said that she still needed to undergo treatment to repair the damage to her body caused by the collapse radiation.

Furthermore, the anti-radiation drugs and the emergency hormone medications provided to the agent by SHD placed a heavy burden on her liver and kidneys.

These are all techniques that require patience and time; they can only be addressed through rest and recuperation.

As for April Kehler, the female writer was in better condition; she retreated with the National Guard.

However, because the information provided by Captain Willis was detailed and reliable enough, she still needed to undergo a period of medical training.

Yes, that National Guard captain didn't just lie; he seriously registered him for National Guard status in accordance with conscription laws...

In other words, April transformed from a well-known New York writer into a National Guard medic.

Fortunately, they are just national guards, and they only need to participate in military training on 48 weekends a year, while also completing 15 days of active duty training each year.

Therefore, Aibo only needs to complete her field medical training to leave smoothly and return to a normal life.

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 120 You are Russian

Raphael really hated the news programs broadcast on Japanese television, where a few amateur commentators, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, crammed onto the small screen and chattered on about the UNESCO World Heritage Management Agency's survey work in Fukushima City.

They just came to take a look at the lockdown situation; they didn't dig up the ground. What's there to complain about? Shouldn't the normal procedure be to cooperate, let them finish their inspection as quickly as possible, and then happily send them away?

But things were different in Fukushima City. There were daily protests and demonstrations, with people blocking the entrance to the heritage site management office and preventing them from going out to work.

As time went on, it actually took 29 years.

"Oh, are the people from the Relics Management Bureau still not done?"

Lingyin walked into the living room with a water glass and sat down. After glancing at the TV news, she immediately felt extremely bored.

"The expedition, which was originally scheduled to end in 10 days, has been delayed until January due to the anti-relics movement, and I guess it's still not over yet." Asuka kept stroking her hair, with a bright red hair tie on her left wrist.

"This efficiency..."

Raphael almost burst out laughing, but his shoulders trembled as he sat on the sofa.

"The Fukushima City Police Department did not provide additional protection for the staff of the Heritage Management Office because their instructions were to protect the hotel, not people."

Asuka tied her ponytail high, and it swayed from side to side with her movements.

“However, given this unusual turn of events, we are very likely to receive new orders,” she said, typing a couple of times on her computer.

“Harry said that the CIA will only call us when they are short-staffed, so…”

Raphael had no intention of getting moving; instead of worrying unnecessarily, he preferred to focus on living his daily life well.

She didn't understand the Japanese people's anxieties. As long as historical sites were properly preserved and not disturbed, they wouldn't cause disaster. But recent trends had drawn most people's attention to these sites, as if guiding something...

Surely they wouldn't want to incite public panic and then kill UNMIL staff, would they?

Raphael found his own guess amusing.

The study of relics is not so simple. When humans come into contact with an unfamiliar relic, they must simulate the original design from a theoretical point of view to confirm what it can and cannot do, and then absorb its manufacturing technology and complete the reverse engineering.

Just like the Manhattan Project in the last century, it would require the participation of the most brilliant minds in human history, such as Einstein, Fermi, Bohr, Oppenheimer, von Neumann, Lawrence, and hundreds of scientists from various fields.

Those people were scientific giants of the last century.

In this era, to study ancient ruins, one must invest a sufficient number of outstanding scientists, much like the Manhattan Project did...

"In short, this is a chaotic scene. Those matters should be considered by the relevant Japanese government officials. If the staff of the heritage site management office were attacked, the Fukushima local government and the Japanese government should find a way to make amends."

Raphael stood up from the sofa, stretched, and said, "Now, living our lives well is a victory."

"Hehehe," Asuka covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously, "You weren't like this when you first came to Kyoto, Raphael."

"is it?"

Raphael spoke with certainty, showing no remorse whatsoever for slacking off.

……

As he approached the track, Poluoqingke closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

bang——

The loud thud from the tires below reminded him that the flight crew had landed a bit too forcefully. Fortunately, the pilots were skilled and managed to bring the plane down smoothly onto the runway.

When Polotchenko flew from Moscow to Japan, he was easily allowed to pass through customs with a wave of his hand during passport inspection.

After passing that hurdle, we took the Shinkansen directly to Fukushima City.

Upon arriving in Fukushima, Porochin thought that since he was there as a theoretical physicist, he should dress more "refined." So, after leaving the Shinkansen station, he went straight to a men's clothing store to get dressed.

Unfortunately, his disguise was meaningless; the protesters saw only blond, blue-eyed foreigners.

Then, they immediately surrounded them.

Boluo Qingke had never seen such a sight before, and he was so frightened that he thought his disguise had fallen off.

After stumbling through six or seven streets, he finally shook off the Japanese who were following him. Then, following the map, he continued for another 6 kilometers, making several turns, and finally arrived at an upscale residential area that had once been inhabited by professionals.

A Volkswagen was parked in the driveway of the house he was looking for. Of course, the lawn was still neatly trimmed, the house was arranged in an orderly manner, and even the curtains hanging in the windows were perfectly tidy.

However, there is a sense of disrepair and decay permeating the place, and the visual atmosphere is not as strong as the sensory experience.

“I’ve come here to visit Dr. Sablov,” he said to the lady at the door, who was probably Mrs. Sablov.

"Should I tell him who wants to see him?" she asked earnestly.

She was over forty years old, with taut skin on her stern cheeks, and wrinkles radiating outwards from her dull blue eyes and bloodless, tightly pressed lips.

She looked at the person standing on the steps at the door with great interest, her expression seemingly carrying a hint of longing.

Although Poluoqingke couldn't understand why she would make such an expression, she still had to seize the opportunity and make good use of it.

“Just say he’s an old friend,” Poloqingke said with a beaming smile, trying to emphasize his friend’s image. “Will I give him a surprise?”

She hesitated for a moment, then her expression softened, and she began to show hospitality.

"Please come in."

Polochim waited in the living room, realizing that his first impression was quite accurate—but the reasons behind it all left him feeling as if he had been dealt a heavy blow. Looking at the layout of the house, he couldn't help but recall his apartment near Moscow.

These are also custom-made pieces of furniture. They looked so exquisite back then, completely different from what ordinary Russians could buy. But now, these custom-made pieces of furniture no longer captivate people at first sight as they used to.

Perhaps it's because times have changed. While Poluoqingke was still pondering this, he heard footsteps approaching.

But instead of seeing anyone, they saw dust. Mrs. Sablov hadn't cleaned the room like a diligent Russian housewife, which clearly indicated something was wrong between the couple.

"Who is it?" Dr. Sablov Demilitevich asked, then his eyes widened as he recognized Polochinko. "Ah, it's so good to see you!"

“I was just wondering if you still remember this old man?” Polotinge chuckled and reached out to shake his hand. “It’s been a long time, Sablov.”

"It has indeed been a long time, my brother! Come to my study."

The two walked toward the study under Mrs. Sablov's curious gaze. Sablov closed the door behind him before speaking.

"I am so saddened by the passing of your wife. What happened is so tragic that it is beyond description."

"The deceased is gone, are you alright?" Boluo Qingke asked.

"The technical exchange went relatively smoothly. The Japanese have a lot of ingenious ideas in design. However, due to the impact of the anti-historical movement over the past few months, my project is almost at a standstill."

Sablov Demilitevich is nominally a specially appointed professor at Kyoto University. He has reached near-top level in the field of bionics and was invited to Kyoto University to participate in research on the next generation of industrial robots.

Although Japan's bionics technology is relatively rudimentary, there are always ingenious solutions to problems that arise in design and experimentation. Even though these solutions often lead to more serious problems later on, Dr. Sablov was pleasantly surprised by them.

Unfortunately, their engineering skills are lacking, making it difficult to apply lab-grade products to industrial applications. Forcing such applications would result in extremely low yield rates.

"Have you heard the news from Moscow?" Polotinko asked. "It seems there's been a breakthrough there."

“Breakthrough,” Sablov silently repeated the word. He was a man from the Soviet era, and Russia’s inheritance of the vast majority of the Soviet Union’s legacy meant how backward their industrial design and production standards were.

Looking back at the era of the father, the industrial achievements of the three major automobile factories, three major steel factories, and four major tractor factories were all built with technology and equipment from Western countries such as the United States and Germany.

After their beloved father passed away, they used the income from oil to import complete sets of equipment for more than two thousand important industrial projects from the Western world. These included the Oskel Power Metallurgical Complex, which was imported from West Germany to produce rolled steel; the Kamah Automobile Plant, which was jointly provided by the United States, Germany, Japan, and France; and copper and nickel smelters, which were built with technology and equipment imported from Finland.

Not to mention the level of automation, even the level of mechanization is not high. Even in the relatively well-equipped machinery manufacturing industry, workers who provide auxiliary labor in the factory in a manual manner account for half of the total workforce.

This is an incredibly high level of skill.

Furthermore, the waste of materials in the Soviet-era machine manufacturing and metal processing industries was unimaginable on a global scale, with annual losses of up to 20 million tons of metal, and this only represents the waste during processing.

In addition, the amount of metal wasted each year due to improper storage is enormous.

If even a powerful nation like the Soviet Union was in such a state, he found it hard to believe that Moscow 40 years later could make any changes. Because Russia inherited the legacy of the former Soviet Union, Sablov knew perfectly well what level of capability it could possibly possess.

Therefore, the military-industrial complex is one of the few sectors that the Soviet Union and Russia can be proud of, because these sectors must compete with their opponents on the battlefield in real combat to gain a foothold.

Sablov was skeptical of the "breakthrough" that Polothinko spoke of; it was simply too fantastical.

Ironically, he also had a copy of last year's World Development Report, which showed that Russia's participation in global value chains had fallen to the "limited primary product participation" category, placing it in the same tier as Argentina, Mongolia, Kazakhstan, and some African countries.

Their high-tech exports are worth only $110 billion, the vast majority of which are military products, with very few civilian products.

“It’s something that’s never been seen before,” Polotinge said excitedly. “It could very well revitalize both light and heavy industries and also have applications in agriculture.”

“But what does that have to do with me?” Sablov retorted.

Since the Moscow research institute has made unprecedented progress in industrial robotics, what is the point of having a professor of bionics like him? There's no need.

“If you can sign this confidentiality agreement, I can tell you things, Professor.”

Poluoqingke pulled out a thick agreement. "I can guarantee that what we are researching is unprecedented..."

"Just saying that makes me even more worried."

"We need to design 12 major joints of the human limbs that can simulate 24 human movements."