...

"I'm full."

With a slightly pale face, Biqier pushed aside the half-remaining meal and stood up.

Seeing this scene, Biqier's wife asked worriedly:

"Biqier, what happened to you recently?"

"Why do you eat so little?"

"Are you sick?"

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Faced with his wife's concern, Biqier shook his head.

"Forget it, I feel that my body is very healthy and I don't need to go to the hospital at all."

"Biqier..."

"Don't say anything more, I have important things to do later."

Biqier's prestige at home is still very high, so his wife can't object to his decision.

"I'm going out."

After Biqier changed into his best clothes, he walked out of the house.

When he got on the bus to [Pterosaur], he rubbed his temple unconsciously.

I don't know what happened. He has been feeling that something is wrong with him recently.

But he couldn't tell where this feeling came from.

"What's wrong with me?"

Sitting on the bus seat, Biqier was very annoyed by this feeling.

"Should I go to the hospital?"

When this thought just came to his mind, Biqier's brain seemed to freeze for several seconds, and then the idea of ​​going to the hospital disappeared from his mind.

...

At the same time, the lobby of [Pterosaur] was setting up a relatively simple small meeting place.

"Well, not bad."

Manolin simply observed the small meeting place, nodded, and felt very satisfied.

This meeting place was exactly what he was going to set up for the "advanced individual" and "advanced collective" awards.

The actual reward, Fordlo had already sent it to these people a few days ago, and now Manolin was going to give these people "honor" - medals and certificates.

Since the price of gold in this world is not particularly high, and Manolin is not short of money, all the medals are made of gold.

In addition, this is the first time Manolin has awarded a medal, so it has a high commemorative value.

In various senses, the "gold content" of this medal is very high.

Soon the venue was set up, and the people who won the "Advanced Individual" and "Advanced Collective" also entered the hall of the [Pterosaur] one after another.

Since some of the soldiers of the security regiment and the public security bureau personnel among the award recipients still carried bad luck, all of them were wearing heavy-duty powered exoskeletons and were always alert to the slightest movement around them.

There is no way, they are like the protagonists of "Final Destination", and they may encounter accidents at any time and anywhere.

If it were just like this, it would be fine. After all, the danger brought by bad luck is determined according to their strength.

For example, ordinary people who are not extraordinary people may encounter bad luck at most, such as breaking their necks when they fall while walking, or being bitten by a rat carrying a fatal disease.

But if it is a superhuman, it is different. The stronger the superhuman is, the more bad luck he will encounter.

For example, when walking on the road, he suddenly encounters a wild superhuman creature.

In short, the danger brought by this kind of bad luck is not necessarily fatal under normal circumstances, but it will 100% make people injured and feel uncomfortable.

It can be said that this kind of bad luck directly tortures people to the fullest.

However, coincidentally, most of the security soldiers and the people in the public security bureau are not strong in themselves, and they rely entirely on various equipment to enhance their strength.

And this kind of bad luck does not consider the factor of equipment.

Therefore, ordinary disasters are completely painless for these people-social death does not count.

The staff in charge of registration found Manolin and said:

"Mr. Manolin, everyone is here."

"Okay, in this case, let's start."

After that, Manolin stepped onto the temporary podium.

After a simple speech, the formal award-winning process began.

The individuals or groups whose names were called walked up to the stage one by one, shook hands with Manolin, and were given medals with their chests and heads held high.

There are two ways to wear the medal, one is to hang it on the clothes.

The other is to directly attach it to the shell of the powered exoskeleton.

The whole process of receiving the award was recorded and photographed, because the TV stations and newspapers would publicize this event later.

"Lawson and Biqier from the 44th Farm..."

After hearing their names, Biqier and others adjusted their clothes and walked with a bit of stiffness.He stepped onto the podium.

Manolin shook hands with these people one by one, and when he shook hands with Bichir, his movements suddenly paused, and then returned to normal.

When Manolin shook hands with Bichir, he felt something unusual, which was very hidden. Even with his legendary perception, he could not detect it before he had physical contact with Bichir.

But now the awards were being presented, and he was going to carefully investigate the abnormality of Bichir after all the awards were finished.

Soon Bichir and others walked off the stage with certificates in their hands and badges on their chests.

At this time, their brains were all dizzy. As employees of the "44th Breeding Farm", they were all immigrants collected from various countries by the mechanical clones.

In other words, these people were once people at the bottom of society.

For them, what a big man was Manolin, the "great lord" and "legend".

And such a big man actually shook hands with them and asked them questions in a friendly manner. What an honor it was for them?

In fact, most of the "advanced individuals" and "advanced collectives" this time performed similarly to Biqier and others.

That is, the "old people" who had followed Manolin for a long time performed relatively normally.

When the commendation meeting ended, Biqier was about to leave with the crowd.

And at this moment, a staff member called him.

"Biqier, Mr. Manolin wants to see you alone."

"Me?"

He pointed at himself, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's you, come with me."

"Ah? Oh, okay, okay."

Biqier was stunned for a moment and immediately followed the staff's pace.

Although he didn't know what happened, his admiration and trust for Manolin still made him instinctively listen to what Manolin said.

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