Super Black Technology

In the dark room, Ike was in a deep sleep.

Sudden!

Ike's body shook suddenly, and a huge metallic electronic sound resounded violently in his soul:

"Warning! Indigenous Ike, your body is approaching its limit, please protect yourself! Warning! Indigenous Ike, your body is approaching its limit, please protect yourself!"

The sudden sound transmission of the soul directly awakened Ike. Ike wanted to open his eyes but found that his body could not move...

"Cross, stop, stop..."

"The channel has not collapsed, and the transmission cannot be stopped. Ike natives, please protect yourself! The channel has not collapsed, and the transmission cannot be stopped. Ike natives, please protect yourself..."

Damn it!

Endless pain came from Ike's head, which was more severe than a thousand cuts. No one can describe this pain from the soul.

"ah----"

Ike screamed mournfully, his whole body began to tremble violently...

But with a bang, the door was pushed open, and the two security personnel who had been guarding the door rushed into the room, and then turned on the lights...

With the help of the light from the electric light, the two instantly saw the bed full of cartoon dolls. A little guy was screaming unconsciously, and his little body was shaking violently...

At this moment, the two security personnel were terrified.

One person rushed to the little guy and held his body to prevent him from scratching himself. Another person hastily sent out a distress call with a communication headset:

"Come on! There's something wrong with No. 1 (Ike), call the doctor! Call the doctor!"

As soon as the cry for help came out, there were many footsteps in all directions. Both the Ming guard and the dark guard rushed towards this room.

The one running in the front turned out to be Mr. Moulton, a senior agent of the FBI.

As soon as he entered the room, Moulton hurried to the little guy's side, and touched the little guy's forehead with his right hand. At this moment, Moulton panicked.

It's so hot!

"Report to Mr. Hughes!"

Following Moulton's report, the entire White House was alarmed.

President Obama and a group of senior federal officials immediately stopped the meeting and rushed to the little guy's residence.

It was accompanied by a White House medical team. They are Obama's personal physicians, known as "the president's shadow"!

"Don't move the patient! We're there, we're right there!"

Not long after, everyone rushed to this place.

As soon as they arrived here, everyone heard unconscious screams. The screams were extremely miserable, as if they were enduring great pain.

And the little guy's body was trembling on the bed, even if the security personnel held him down, he couldn't stop the trembling.

Such a shocking scene frightened all the senior officials in an instant.

This is definitely not an ordinary fever and cold, what happened? Was it poisoned?

What, who did it? !

...

The medical team hastily stepped forward to take over the patient and began to conduct professional examinations...

"No external trauma found!"

"Blood pressure is normal!"

"The heart rate is still in the normal range!"

"But the body temperature reached 40.7 degrees! High fever!"

...

The more they checked, the uglier the doctors' faces became. Because from these examination data, it can be known that the rest of the patient's physical condition is very good, except——

brain!

However, the brain aspect is the most difficult subject in the medical field today. And let alone today, it is estimated that in another 100 years, human beings will not be able to figure out the secrets of the brain.

What the hell happened to the patient? Nima, we don't understand this illness!

Neurological disease? no!

Viral encephalitis? No!

Mutant cerebral thrombosis? Not to mention!

Seeing the embarrassing faces of the doctors, everyone's heart tightened. Could it be, could it be that...

"What's the problem?! Tell me!" Obama anxiously urged his own physician.

Hearing this, a female doctor said hesitantly, "We, we..."

Just then, suddenly!

Another doctor yelled in panic: "No! The patient's pupils are slowly dilated!"

What? Pupils dilated?

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Under normal circumstances, what does it mean for a person's pupils to continue to dilate? It represents the imminent death of the brain!

That's called brain death!

Modern medicine judges whether a person's life is alive or not, not by the beating of the heart, but by the activity of the brain.

Once someone is declared brain-dead, it means that the person is truly dead! Completely dead!

"Doctor, find a way!" President Obama shouted anxiously.

"Hurry up and stop this vicious transformation! Hurry up!"

A group of senior officials also spoke anxiously. Among the crowd, Hughes looked at the doctors and his gaze turned cold. His hand slowly reached out to his waist, where there was a pistol...

Yes, he has the right to carry a gun into the White House!

The moment Hughes' right hand touched the holster, another hand held him down.

It's a high-ranking military officer!

The person shook his head slightly at Hughes, preventing Hughes from moving. Hughes frowned, winked at this person, and then the two walked out of the room.

However, the threat of death did not disappear because of the departure of the two.

"If we can't heal well, we will be 'suicide'!" The doctors' hearts sank, and they hurriedly got together to discuss the condition.

"I propose to transfer it to Washington Hospital immediately, where there are state-of-the-art equipment, maybe the cause can be found!" A doctor suggested.

However……

"It's too late! The patient's pupil is still dilated! We need to stop its malignant transformation before sending it to the hospital!"

"Is it a complication caused by a high fever? Let's give him a shot of antibiotics first!"

"Well, yes! Do it now!"

Doctors are busy again. While they were busy, they kept praying in their hearts:

It must be effective, otherwise our lives will be lost!

However, will it really work?

Ike's Sea of ​​Soul, a channel constructed by high-dimensional means, is still transmitting the next technological information.

"5.20%...5.22%...5.24%..."

Twice the transmission speed did not cause the channel to collapse, but it made Ike unable to bear it.

The body is still shaking, and the body temperature is still rising.

"40.8 degrees! 40.9 degrees... Oh my god, it's 41 degrees!" A doctor monitoring body temperature yelled in panic.

This cry made the doctors even more panicked, and it also made President Obama and other senior officials even more panicked.

Oh, God, don't die, little guy! If dead...

...

At this time, outside the room.

Hughes was in a conversation with the senior military official.

"How many lines of code have the military analyzed?"

Hearing Hughes' inquiry, the senior official replied in a low voice: "275 lines!"

As soon as these words came out, the senior official immediately understood everything.

Why do the White House and the Watermelon Alliance care so much about the little guy after they have anti-nuclear weapons? It turns out that the reason for everything is here.

Owning and making represent two different levels of control.

For example, you can use AK47 and you can make AK47, can this be the same?

And for a powerful country, what do you want more?

Obviously, the latter of course!

The United States not only hopes to use anti-nuclear weapons, but also hopes to independently manufacture anti-nuclear weapons.

Therefore, before we can mass-produce this weapon, everyone can die, except our little prodigy!

If dead? hehe!

At this moment, the senior official was filled with endless anger.

Check, give me a hard check, from today's chefs to security guards, and then to all the guests, check everything again.

As soon as a suspect is found, arrest him immediately!