The news of Governor Parker’s assassination hit like a bombshell, directly shaking the entire US public opinion. After the shock, the mainstream dia collectively fell into an eerie silence.
Television stations quickly cut off the live broadcast, switching to irrelevant entertainnt news.
On the Internet, major social platforms and forums also deleted posts and banned comnts, with related topics swiftly censored. "Governor" and "assassination" beca sensitive words that couldn’t be searched.
This event has had an unprecedented impact on Arican society. It was an assassination broadcast live by the dia, fild in high definition with no blind spots.
From the truck blockade to the roar of the M2 heavy machine gun, from the special forces captain’s surrender to Governor Parker’s flesh and blood flying everywhere.
It resembled a small ’911’, with every detail clearly recorded and fully presented to the audience.
’911’ was also a sudden event, with only so very brief impact footage—this assassination of the governor lasted a full five or six minutes.
Such blatant violent footage left many people unable to calm down for a long ti after watching the live broadcast, with so feeling nauseous, dizzy, or having trouble sleeping all night.
But for certain "interested parties," the entire process of this assassination contained a wealth of information worth analyzing.
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Dostically, the academician in charge of the "X Project" opened the news early the next morning and saw reports that another "shocking shooting incident" had occurred in Arica.
At first, he didn’t pay much attention, as shootings in Arica were no longer news. Just as he was listening for fun, Xiao Jinlang’s call ca through.
On the other end, Xiao Jinlang’s voice was exceptionally serious and urgent: "According to internal information, the one who carried out this assassination was none other than Zhou Qingfeng himself."
"Hiss..." The academician gasped, his brows instantly furrowing.
If it was Zhou Qingfeng himself, then the problem was far more than just "serious."
The academician quickly pulled up all the available on-site video materials and watched them several tis over.
Then, without hesitation, he gathered the entire "X Project" team in the conference room, instructing them to analyze the videos fra by fra, not missing a single detail.
After analyzing for half a day, everyone in the ’X Project’ team frowned.
The academician dialed the satellite phone to contact Xiao Jinlang again, gravely and urgently requesting, "Repeat that guy’s original words to , without missing a word."
Xiao Jinlang took a deep breath and said slowly, "That guy said, most people feel nothing after injection.
The ones it actually works on might be only one percent. And he’s very sure he’s that one percent."
This statent was too simple.
From a scientific point of view, the proper interpretation should be "survivor bias."
Zhou Qingfeng survived in the apocalypse, so he naturally had reasons to believe he was that one percent survivor.
For the academician and his team, the significance of this statent went far beyond "one percent."
What it concealed was an unknown field concerning human limits, and an even more brutal social reality.
"How can he be so sure he would succeed?" The academician murmured, brow tightly furrowed, "This isn’t a simple gamble; one wrong move and it’s certain death.
The mortality rate in all our animal experints is absurdly high, and it’s already a miracle if they survive.
As for human experints... we dare not even think about it. Although the US Military brags about their progress, I suspect their experintal data is flawed.
This thing only shows potential for enhancent at this point; you’d have to be out of your mind to use it directly on people. How can he be so certain?"
Although knowing Xiao Jinlang couldn’t provide answers, the academician couldn’t help but throw out a series of questions, unable to hide his excitent and confusion.
Because from last night’s assassination video, Zhou Qingfeng’s physical performance had already far exceeded the realm of ordinary people.
"First, his observational ability." The academician convened the entire team with Xiao Jinlang, switching the projector to a segnt where Zhou Qingfeng was riding a motorcycle through a rioter-occupied district.
This segnt was fild by a local dia helicopter, clearly recording Zhou Qingfeng’s high-speed traversal through the chaotic streets.
At first glance, Zhou Qingfeng’s luck seed astonishingly good. He navigated through roadblocks, burning vehicles, and fleeing crowds as if he already anticipated every viable path.
Even when soone suddenly rushed out from a street corner, trying to attack him with rocks or Molotov cocktails, he could either accelerate to dodge or raise his gun to counterattack in a split second, with movents so smooth it was incredible.
"This not only ans he keeps a cool head," the academician assessed, "but also that his ability to process external information is imnsely powerful.
Ordinary people often execute tasks linearly and rembering two or three key points is already comndable.
If one were to receive a large amount of information in a short ti, let alone processing it, rely rembering it would already be at their limit."
"Even professionals can only improve their multitasking ability through repeated practice, which we call ’skilled workers.’
But this ability still has its limits and cannot be enhanced indefinitely," the academician paused, his gaze tightly locked on the motorcyclist on the screen.
"But look at him, facing at least a dozen sudden situations while riding through the streets—driving the motorcycle, identifying roads, distinguishing roadblocks, recognizing dangers, firing shots...
These tasks are all urgent and require prompt decision-making and rapid processing.
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