From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

Chapter 121 PPDC, A Chinese Man Who Loves Scrolls All His Life

"The Rim of the Pacific Defense Forces (PPDC) is humanity's first line of defense against the monster invasion."

This is very likely the last one.

"PPDC was founded in 2014. In 2013, the first Kaiju landed in San Francisco, destroying the Golden Gate Bridge and causing hundreds of deaths on the spot. The subsequent contamination from the carcasses indirectly affected hundreds of thousands of people..."

On the helicopter, Stark was introducing the history of PPDC to Xiao Miao. This part was very important and could fully stimulate the enthusiasm of young people.

Especially for young people like Xiao Miao, who are 18 years old, with youthful spirit and high aspirations, they yearn to make a name for themselves, crave attention and honor, and PPDC's mission perfectly matches their fantasies.

Upon hearing the name Golden Gate Bridge, Xiao Miao nodded silently. Hollywood disaster movies can't do without the Golden Gate Bridge, just as 3D movies can't do without Tifa, the West can't do without Jerusalem, neon lights can't do without the Caribbean and Tokyo Hot, and Qidian authors can't do without monthly tickets and subscriptions.

In short, let's observe a moment of silence for the long-suffering Golden Gate Bridge. That's all we can do; the Statue of Liberty, the White House, and the Empire State Building are still waiting in line.

Seeing Xiao Miao nod, General Stark continued, "PPDC has 21 member countries, and its headquarters is in Hong Kong. We'll go back to the Alaskan branch base now, and after the storm passes, we'll fly to headquarters. You'll also receive Hunter Mech training there and become a real pilot."

Xiao Miao asked curiously, "Aren't you going to check my identity first?"

After this time travel, the panel didn't pop up an option for Xiao Miao to choose his identity, which he found a little strange.

If his undocumented identity were discovered, it would eventually cause some trouble, and Xiao Miao didn't want to always rely on hypnosis to communicate with others.

Stark laughed heartily upon hearing this: "There's no need for that. In the face of monsters, all humans are on the same side."

Xiao Miao disagreed with Stark's optimism. There has never been a shortage of treacherous people among humanity, and there are also those who are tormented by life to the point of collapse, who would never mind taking more people with them on their way before they die.

As the conversation continued, the heavy helicopter slowly descended, and a row of bright navigation lights could be seen on the ground. The pilot's skills were superb; he was able to land the helicopter in the center of the tarmac even against the crosswinds. The rescue team, which had been waiting for a long time, rushed forward and took Raleigh to the hospital for treatment.

"Why don't you rest today? We'll schedule a comprehensive physical test for you tomorrow morning, okay?"

Xiao Miao shook her head: "No need for that trouble. There's still time today, so arrange it for me right away."

Stark said with some concern, "I know you're young, in good physical condition, and full of energy, but you just defeated the Kaiju in the Gatling Tiger. You need to rest. Get some sleep first..."

Xiao Miao, with a serious expression, interrupted Stark: "The burden of saving the Earth rests on my shoulders. How can I sleep at my age? The Wanderer is crippled. If Kaijus of the same caliber as Bladehead keep appearing, can our reserve Jaegers hold up?"

Stark was immediately filled with respect. To have such a sense of responsibility and ownership even before officially starting the job—truly a lifelong fan of rolls.

Chinese people.

"Okay, let's test it tonight!"

That night, the testing center had a sleepless night. The supervisor came to Stark in the middle of the night with data sheets and asked him where he got the super soldiers.

"That Mr. Xiao's physique is so strong it's not like a normal person, no, I even suspect he's not human! Sir, where did you find such a talent?" the supervisor asked excitedly.

At this time, the Earth's official forces were still unaware of the true origins of the monsters. If the PPDC knew that the Kaiju were actually biological weapons created by another race, they would definitely have doubts about Xiao Miao's origins.

"You might not believe it, but he came to us on his own. You know, the wanderer encountered Bladehead during the day...blah blah blah...moshi moshi..." Steck briefly described Xiao Miao's legendary entrance.

The test supervisor was dumbfounded: "This works?!"

Stark nodded: "With 80 billion people on Earth, it's not surprising that some geniuses emerge. Has his neural strength been tested?"

The supervisor nodded: "This is the first one we tested. It's incredible. His neuronal strength is almost 2.5 times that of a normal person. This means that Mr. Xiao doesn't need to communicate with anyone and can control a mecha on his own."

Single-person and dual-person controlled mechs are completely different. It can be said that the dual-pilot mode is a compromise product of underdeveloped sensory technology.

The dual-pilot mode has its advantages, but its tactical flexibility and mech mobility in combat are completely incomparable to those of the single-pilot mode.

Moreover, Xiao Miao's nerve strength is 2.5 times that of a normal person, which means that he has more redundancy and can receive signals from other systems.

For example, weapon activation commands can be centralized in neural connections, eliminating the need to manipulate physical panels during combat; a single thought can activate a weapon.

Stark nodded, then got up without sleeping, grabbed his phone, and dialed the number of the Chinese ambassador to the United Nations.

Because the time zones were not much different, and the ambassador on the other end had already gone to sleep, the phone rang four times, waking the ambassador from his sleep.

"Hello, is this the Chinese ambassador? Great, you're still awake!"

ambassador:"..

"General Strickland, what is it?"

"I've discovered a promising talent. He's of Chinese descent, and I've heard that your fourth-generation mech drive technology has just achieved a breakthrough. I hope you can tailor-make a fourth-generation hunter mech for him, using the most advanced technology!"

"No... General, who told you this?" The ambassador was immediately wide awake. Wasn't the technological breakthrough supposed to be classified information? How come this old black man knew everything in just three days?

Realizing he had let something slip, Steker quickly changed the subject: "This is no big deal, Ambassador. This talent is truly exceptional. I'll send you his physical test results first, and you'll see for yourself."

A document was sent to the ambassador's phone. The ambassador, a technocrat by training and an expert, quickly skimmed through the key information and was nearly speechless with astonishment.

Has Stark gone mad, fabricating data just to amuse himself?

"General, can you take responsibility for this data?"

Stark nodded: "Of course, he single-handedly defeated the Tier 3 Kaiju Bladehead in his crippled Gatling Blade. I'll send you the relevant data later."

"Okay, I'll contact the research institutes in China right away!"

The ambassador understood the urgency of the matter and made more than a dozen phone calls after receiving the data. Fortunately, it was noon in China, and the calls were answered instantly.

After consulting with all parties, the ambassador finished his work, leaned back on the bed, and sighed: "How could such a talented person have gone abroad? No, we must find a way to bring him back!"

Although there are no nationalities on the front lines against the Kaiju, the mech pilots do have nationalities, and the mechs also have their place of origin and manufacturing. Every victory is celebrated and celebrated, which is an important means of boosting national confidence.

If we could bring this super pilot back to his country...

Thinking of this, the ambassador could no longer sit still and dialed his assistant's private phone.

The phone rang three times, and a groggy assistant's voice came from the other end: "Feed?"

"Xiao Liu, prepare a gift for me immediately. It's for overseas students, and it must highlight our sentiments and cultural heritage. Also, arrange a flight right away. I need to go to the Shattered Dome base on Hong Kong Island to personally deliver this gift!"

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