Minos Island underground facility.
In the observation room, with floors and walls made of special glass, William Russell and Halsey stood side by side, looking at the fourteen giant mechs outside the wall.
"William."
By now, Halsey had grown accustomed to calling William Russell by his given name; whenever they were alone, she generally no longer referred to him as Boss.
After all, they had already 'laid everything bare' to each other; they were just one base away from the final step.
Halsey looked toward the unit positioned in the center with the number 7 on its left chest and explained to William Russell, who was standing beside her:
"Each of the fourteen units before us incorporates the respective genes and characteristics of the Spartans, essentially scaling the Spartans up by a factor of seventy-five.
And looking strictly at the data, John's unit is the most stable and the most well-rounded."
"Most stable?" William Russell raised an eyebrow, turned his head to look at Halsey on his right, and asked in confusion:
"Do these units still go berserk?"
"Berserk?" Halsey frowned slightly, as if hearing the term for the first time, and said:
"These units have no consciousness; they are just living flesh. How could they go berserk?"
"Hmm, that's good." William Russell breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
If the biological mechs created by Umbrella really went berserk like in "EVA," things would get interesting.
Earth couldn't withstand a few "Impacts."
Halsey didn't know what William Russell, whose expression was gradually relaxing, was thinking, and continued to explain:
"The reason it's called the most stable isn't because it will lose control as you imagined, but because each Spartan's unit data is different.
Take Myron and Karl, for example; their units completely inherited their respective characteristics.
Myron's unit far surpasses all other Spartans' units in strength and defensive capabilities, but ranks at the bottom in reaction speed.
As for Karl, his unit possesses extremely strong balance and coordination, but is at a disadvantage in defense and strength.
Only John's unit is the perfect divine body in terms of strength, defense, balance, and so on."
"Hmm, otherwise I wouldn't have made John the Sergeant Major of Umbrella." William Russell nodded.
"Aside from John." Halsey cast her gaze toward the unit numbered nine and said with a satisfied smile:
"Jerome, number nine, is also very good. His data is second only to John's, and he is even on par with John in terms of luck."
As she spoke,
Halsey walked to the console nearby and smiled at William Russell: "I've explained the general situation to you. Now, it's time to let the Spartans harness the power of 'God'."
"Heh, good."
William Russell also looked out the window with anticipation, ready to witness the moment the god created by Umbrella "stood up."
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Underground facility.
In the equipment room dedicated to the Spartans.
With the assistance of the Technicians, the fourteen Spartans put on uniform black tight-fitting suits, and green neural sensors were attached to their temples.
With an average age of fifteen, their youthful faces showed a sense of vicissitude and determination that did not match their age.
Having undergone surgical modifications, the Spartans were no longer the "children" in the eyes of the various units; their combat experience far exceeded that of the Marine Corps and the Helljumpers.
Even in military operations where Spartans appeared, the morale of the Containment Troops would often soar, and the mission success rate remained at one hundred percent to this day.
Just as William Russell had originally expected, the Spartan was not just a simple military branch, but a benchmark representing humanity's strongest combat power.
As a certain Agent said: "Spartans never ask questions; they just get the shit DONE!"
The fourteen Spartans who had finished dressing stepped down from the silver metal platform one by one, stretching their bodies to adapt to the special tight-fitting suits.
"Crack, crack."
Myron twisted his neck joints, clenching his fists until they cracked, and complained in a hoarse voice, currently in the stage of changing voices:
"It's really not getting used to not having Thor's Hammer; I feel so insecure."
Speaking of this, Myron glanced at Karl on his left and chuckled, "Speaking of a sense of security, Karl, don't you think this outfit is awkward?"
Seeing this, the overly mature-looking Karl rolled his eyes at Myron and said with disdain, "I really don't know what your brain is made of."
"Enough."
At this moment, John stood in front of the Spartans and looked at Myron, saying in a low voice, "Number Three, from now on you are not allowed to speak. That is an order."
"." Myron straightened his posture, put his hands behind his back, and silently mouthed: 'Officer, yes, Officer'.
John glared at Myron again, then looked at all the Spartans and said calmly, "Everyone.
I don't want to say anything superfluous, and I'm not good at inspiring people.
There is only one sentence: get the job done."
With that, John turned and walked outside, ordering, "Move out, prepare to enter your respective units."
All the Spartans except Myron responded loudly, "Yes, Sergeant Major!"
Immediately after, the Spartans left the equipment room accompanied by the Technicians.
Walking outside, they stood at the far left of the fourteen massive mechs, level with the mechs' head positions.
Looking out,
At the back of each mech's head was a cylindrical entry plug with a white center, red ends, and the Umbrella logo printed on it.
The Spartans walked along the metal corridor in order, arrived at the entry plugs corresponding to their respective numbers, and sat inside the entry plugs with the assistance of the Technicians.
The plug door closed.
From John's perspective, the inside of the plug was pitch black after the door closed, but as the screens inside slowly lit up, John could clearly see all the movements around him.
The entry plug he was riding in was slowly entering the interior of the mech.
"Click!" A sound signified that the docking was complete, and his vision switched to the mech's eyes.
At the same time, Cortana's voice came through: "Sergeant Major, we are about to inject the Neurosensor connection fluid (NCF). I hope you are prepared."
Just as Cortana finished speaking,
Some kind of viscous, transparent liquid began to be injected into John's entry plug, quickly filling the entire plug.
This was the NCF liquid, which allowed the pilot to establish a neural connection with the mech and could provide oxygen directly to the pilot's lungs.
When the NCF was full, Cortana's miniature virtual image appeared on the console in front of John.
The reason Spartans could be invincible was inseparable from Cortana's assistance.
In order to ensure the smooth progress of the divine body testing project, Cortana needed to select a Spartan to enter the entry plug with her and establish a neural connection.
And she chose John.
Under the influence of the NCF, it was equivalent to John and Cortana piloting the divine body together.
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