It is imperative to mention the current global trend at this juncture. With the advancement of interstellar navigation technology and the subsequent discovery of wormholes, human interstellar colonization has become deeply ingrained in the public consciousness, much like the Age of Discovery, and is now manifesting in a state of feudal fragmentation. Of course, nominally, the Mother Planet still holds the leading position in all aspects, but the space-faring colonies have become heavily fragmented. When facing a powerful external enemy, such as the Zerg Swarm, they unite, but otherwise, their relations are not close. It is similar to how the Iron Sentry Base and this "Fatal Helmet" base, from which Fang Senyan and his party departed, belonged to different colonial factions.

Therefore, before ascertaining Fang Senyan's identity, the commander was quite reserved, fearing he might be an operative from a rival faction. However, once he announced he was sent by the Mother Planet, and given that the Mother Planet had no intention of interfering with this particular planet, thus posing no fundamental conflict of interest with the local powers, he was warmly welcomed.

After some pleasantries, the convoy was indeed confirmed to belong to the "Fatal Helmet" base. Their primary objective was to invite the expert, Dr. Kelt, to the Fatal Helmet base to establish a Human Gene Research Institute, enabling the base to train potential reserve soldiers into medics and drastically reduce battlefield mortality rates. Since Fang Senyan's original purpose was to seek medical aid, encountering such a genuine expert here was fortuitous, and he immediately put forward his request.

Soon after, the unfortunate Mogansha and Goblin Gold Nugget received the specialized medicine, and it was expected that the diseases afflicting them would vanish. Having achieved his goal, and pressed for time, Fang Senyan and his group decided not to proceed to the Fatal Helmet base. The accompanying commander expressed great regret upon hearing this. To thank Fang Senyan for not only proactively delivering an upgraded model NBC advanced carbon organic helmet but also generously opening the adjacent ammunition supply truck, allowing him to choose anything he wished!

Simultaneously, several shadowy figures materialized on rocky hills several kilometers away. They were clad in camouflage suits blended with the terrain, their vests soaked with sweat, clearly having been lying in wait for a long time. These eight figures were scattered across the surrounding high ground, their locations seemingly random but actually serving as optimal vantage and sniping points. These eight men ensured absolute, blind coverage of the "Dr. Kelt expert," leaving no blind spots.

Beside each of these eight individuals lay an L115A4 long-range electromagnetic sniper rifle! Each of these electromagnetic sniper rifles, produced by the Mother Planet's "Huilima" Precision International Corporation, cost over three hundred thousand Interstellar Universal Credits. Equipped with terrifying capabilities such as locking mechanisms, energy bursts, electromagnetic coverage, and shell bombardment, these weapons had already felled more than four thousand high-level Zerg in the fiery theaters of war. Due to their precision and potency, this class of firearm was nicknamed the "Scalpel" even within the military echelons of the entire Interstellar Alliance.

A robust Major in protective gear spoke calmly into his comms piece: "Target secured. Withdraw!"

At the command, all eight men simultaneously began dismantling their rifles and swiftly departed, their movements exceedingly clean and professional. They were clearly individuals forged in the crucible of life-and-death situations. Their presence was evidently to protect the so-called "Dr. Kelt expert"; should he encounter danger, the leading Major would issue the order to engage and rescue him. The lives of the others were irrelevant to them. Of course, if Fang Senyan had known he was targeted by eight heavy sniper rifles the entire time, he would surely have been quite vexed.

Meanwhile, within the accompanying convoy, in an unassuming armored personnel carrier, several researchers were diligently at work. On the screens before them played the footage of the recent skirmish. The battle had just concluded, but the entire sequence had been captured and transmitted in real-time by holographic laser recorders for immediate feedback. Various punch data and bodily reactions were being analyzed by dozens of computers before being compiled for these analysts.

"The analysis from the Data Group and Combat Assessment Group is ready," said one researcher, adjusting his spectacles toward the screen. "The target utilized a miniature Prometheus III flamethrower, developed by the Mother Planet. It is currently still in the field verification stage and has not entered mass production. For the target to possess such equipment suggests his status is not low." "Based on current verifiable statistics, this elite warrior named Sailor survived within the Zerg horde for a full thirty-one seconds. During that time, he was attacked by Vespene beasts over a hundred times, yet he managed to survive and escape the battlefield! Furthermore, according to firsthand intelligence from Lipos, who accompanied Dr. Kelt, the elite warrior 'Sailor' has a metallic content below 5% in his body, which basically rules out the possibility of him being an automaton."

Another researcher, seemingly in charge, wearing a white lab coat, began another report: "The research subject exhibits excellent explosive power, and adrenal secretion is normal. Feedback on muscle strain is low; psychological resilience is excellent. While other data points are outstanding, they are comparable to our elite soldiers. The only anomalies discovered are the subject's damage resistance and recovery capabilities." "Oh?" came a stern, authoritative male voice from the screen—the tone of someone long accustomed to wielding great power. "According to the feedback, every time the research subject sustains a blow capable of causing injury, his system instinctively initiates a series of reactions: muscles contract violently, internal organs shift position autonomously, and strangely, even blood vessels temporarily constrict. This mechanism both prevents excessive bleeding and effectively reduces pain. These instinctive reactions usually require extremely rigorous anti-strike training to develop, yet the subject performs them naturally. Based on the model extrapolated by our computers, even if the subject were hit directly by a projectile, as long as the brain and heart are not struck, his life would not be in danger!" "In addition, the research subject's recovery rate is several times that of a normal person. After injury, the concentration of hemoglobin in his body surprisingly surges to three times that of a normal person in a short period, leading to a manifold increase in oxygen-carrying capacity. Therefore, the assessment report concludes that the research subject possesses astonishing durability and terrifying recovery capabilities." "Is that all? Mr. Kaman?" The authoritative voice contained clear disappointment. "That is all," replied Mr. Kaman with a hint of uncertainty. "However, Mr. President, you might wish to consult Ms. Oumanji to see if she has made any other findings."

Soon after, another researcher, Ms. Oumanji, hurried over. She appeared to be in her late forties, slender, with a hooked nose, and her pupils held a slight grey tint, giving her a sharp and capable appearance. She was the same medical officer who had treated Fang Senyan earlier. "I recall the Mother Planet once had a 'Gene Warrior' project: the subject’s extraordinary recovery and resistance to damage should be a form of enhancement resulting from incorporating beast genetics. This involves extracting genetic code from animal embryos and splicing it with human DNA. From a genetic biology perspective, the instinctual genetic fragments that organisms pass on to their offspring are primarily geared towards survival, with almost none related to offense. A clear example is that the young of horses and deer can stand and run immediately after birth, whereas the young of highly aggressive predators like tigers, lions, and wolves exhibit no aggressive traits at all."

The female scientist paused here: "The subject's genetic atavism is likely derived from these spliced gene fragments. In fact, this research began in the era of Old Earth. The initial inspiration came from numerous cases where infants survived in extremely harsh conditions. In the year 1931 of the Old Earth Calendar, a careless priest became distracted while baptizing an infant and only reacted when the child's mother alerted him; the poor little one had remained in the freezing baptismal font for a full fifteen minutes—the Siberian wind was raging outside, and the outdoor temperature was below minus thirty degrees Celsius! The eventual outcome, as we know, was that this infant grew up perfectly healthy and governed the world's largest nation for eight years; his name was Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin. As for the countless cases of feral children—wolf children and ape children—that need no further elaboration." "Therefore," Ms. Oumanji concluded, "it is highly probable that the subject is a first-generation Gene Warrior. According to our current technology, creating such warriors is possible, but resolving the energy consumption required for the massive activation of the test subject's somatic cells is difficult. For a normal person, sustaining the level of recovery activity the subject exhibits would cause a frenzied drain on internal energy, leading to systemic failure and death in less than an hour."

The stern voice on the other end ceased speaking, and after a moment of silence, the communication link was terminated.

Responding to the commander’s generous offer of "choose anything," Fang Senyan frankly brought Mogansha along to look through the supplies. Mogansha's weaponry needed no upgrading, but special rounds featuring 'concussion,' 'penetration,' 'reconnaissance,' and 'illumination' effects were certainly not to be refused.

Inside the ammunition supply truck, Fang Senyan discovered a safe whose door was ajar. Operating on the principle that the box most likely contained something valuable, Fang Senyan rushed over to examine it closely. Inside, he found over ten disc-shaped devices resembling landmines, labeled: Prototype Electromagnetic Thermobaric Bomb.