Even the unfamiliar woman sitting on the bed, wearing a military green tank top, was gripping a dumbbell, her arms moving up and down, clearly performing some kind of rehabilitation training.
"How does the post-op recovery feel, Moer? Does your kidney still hurt?"
Entering the room, Berry greeted Moer, who was playing with the dumbbell on the edge of the bed.
"It's alright..."
Glancing at the two people who entered, Moer didn't stop her movements, continuing to exercise her biceps in rhythm with her breathing.
Fine beads of sweat clung to her smooth skin, and her muscles contracted and swelled with the movement, accompanied by suppressed exhalations.
It seemed one could sense the scent of hormones even from a distance.
How to put it—it felt a little suggestive.
In this instant, Jessica and Berry reached a certain consensus.
"Ahem, stop for a moment. Let me introduce you to a teammate. I have a mission for you both."
Faking two coughs, Berry decided it was better to call Moer to a stop.
Sorry.
She was just that kind of crude woman.
Even if you just stretch or yawn, she can associate it with dirty thoughts.
"A mission..."
Hearing the keyword, Moer put down the dumbbell, looked up at Berry, and her eyes revealed a hint of eagerness.
"Finally, I can move my body."
The surgery to treat Moer was performed in the basement.
That day, Berry conducted a Hive Expert Consultation on the non-famous Cyberpsychosis patient Moer.
It was performed by her and the licensed Cyberware Doctor Viktor.
Moer was practically disassembled by the two of them on the operating table.
If it weren't for the excessive cyberware modifications on Moer's body, any living person dissected like that would surely have died.
This wasn't surgery anymore; it was practically an autopsy.
The worst part was that in order to trigger the confidential procedure set by Militech within Moer's internal cyberware, Moer had to remain conscious throughout the entire process.
Consciously feeling her body being taken apart piece by piece was a torture comparable to death by a thousand cuts.
In the past, Shi Dakai of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom didn't utter a sound when facing death by a thousand cuts until he died.
Berry thought that Moer, who exuded a crazy aura in every move, should be able to withstand it too.
But clearly, she miscalculated.
This person's screams were as piercing as a cat in heat. If the basement hadn't been relatively soundproof, Berry suspected they would have echoed through the four surrounding blocks.
However, the development of things is always spiraling upwards.
Even though Moer screamed so terribly, the surgery was ultimately successful.
The high-load combat cyberware was removed, and the pressure the cyberware exerted on the nerves was finally reduced to an acceptable range.
The cost, of course, was that Moer's physical combat performance was reduced to 50 or 60 percent of its original level.
Her combat habits, formed under the high-risk, high-performance combat cyberware, now became a burden she had to adapt to.
That's why she had been doing rehabilitation exercises these past few days, re-adapting to this greatly weakened body.
It was like swapping a cannon for a blunderbuss.
The drastic reduction in combat effectiveness was a highly unacceptable fact for someone like Moer, who believed strongly in her own combat prowess.
She had been bottling up her anger these past few days.
And now, judging by Berry's tone, it seemed she intended to let her out.
How could this result not be surprising?
Watching an enemy's head roll on the ground was always the best way to relieve stress.
Moer was already getting impatient.
"Tell me who to kill. I will definitely drag his head and spine right to you."
In her words, Moer was full of killing intent.
Ah, what kind of crazy people did I recruit?
Looking at Moer's ferocious face, full of murderous intent, and her typical socially marginalized personality, Berry couldn't help but wonder if the people she recruited were a bit too extreme.
"Yes, yes, this opponent is guaranteed to let you go on a killing spree."
Thinking that the laboratory security personnel should be numerous, Berry felt she could satisfy these two heavy hitters.
"However, before deployment, you must undergo a period of training."
"Training?"
Hearing that word, let alone Moer, even question marks popped up above Jessica's head.
They weren't rookies; what training did they need?
But Berry ignored their confusion and continued speaking.
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