The clamor in the control tower celebrating the success of Operation Shadow Raid had not yet completely subsided when the news brought by Jiang Feng instantly extinguished the joy on the faces of the core members.

"The data room was robbed."

Jiang Feng's voice was extremely low, yet every word was like an icicle: "The key thermosensitive diagrams of the tremor waveforms recorded after the high-altitude test, along with several drafts containing preliminary analysis conclusions, are missing. They were taken during the time when Captain Li Jian was in danger and the control tower was in chaos."

Zhang Meng, Su Xuan, and Wang Tiezhu's expressions instantly turned extremely ugly.

Mingzhao's eyes, however, were calm and deep, as if he had already anticipated this.

"Security video?" Zhang Meng asked eagerly.

"The videotape of the key corridor was deliberately covered with a half-hour blank."

Jiang Feng's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger, "The method was very professional; it wasn't something an ordinary mole could do. And..."

He paused, his sharp gaze sweeping over Mingzhao and Zhang Meng. "Next to the stolen items, I smelled a very faint, peculiar ink odor, the same as the one I smelled on the cleaner last time. That logistics guy, number 037, Zhao Youfu."

The "mole" finally couldn't hold back any longer and made its move!

Moreover, they precisely seized the perfect opportunity when the base was thrown into brief chaos due to the aerial crisis! Their target was the "Shadow's" most fatal weakness: the still unresolved high-frequency vibration vulnerability!

"We must control him immediately!" Su Xuan said urgently.

“No.” Ming Zhao’s cold voice interrupted Su Xuan. “Controlling him will only capture one pawn. The key is the intelligence network behind him and what they are trying to do.”

Her gaze shifted to Zhang Meng and Jiang Feng, "That raw data records unprocessed, real hidden dangers—the Achilles' heel of 'Shadow.' If it falls into the enemy's hands..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the consequences were obvious.

Once the enemy learns of this weakness, they can use specific speed and altitude ranges to induce a deadly resonance in any future confrontation, nipping the "Shadow" in the bud!

"What do you mean?" Zhang Meng asked in a deep voice, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes.

"Use their plan against them."

Mingzhao's tone was flat, yet carried a cold decisiveness: "Give him an answer. A meticulously crafted answer, one that he and his master can completely believe, yet one that can also lead them into the abyss."

A bold and dangerous counter-espionage plan quickly took shape.

At the heart of the plan was the "technical solution" document personally drafted by Mingzhao.

Late at night, the project team's core laboratory was brightly lit, with doors and windows tightly closed and heavy curtains drawn.

Mingzhao sat in front of the drawing board, with a large number of discarded draft papers bearing real calculation marks piled up next to him.

Her pencil moved swiftly, leaving lines on a brand new sheet of drawing paper.

This "solution" document looks extremely professional and rigorous.

It contains complex structural mechanics analysis diagrams, revised partial frame design drawings, and a detailed "synthesis process description of new high-efficiency damping materials".

The modification points marked on the drawings are precisely the key connection areas that previously caused the tremors, and the changes seem reasonable.

The material process specification was written in a very serious manner, detailing the raw material ratio, reaction temperature, catalyst type, and even several sets of seemingly very impressive laboratory test data curves, showing that the material could "perfectly eliminate" high-frequency vibrations in a specific frequency band.

However, only Mingzhao, Zhang Meng, and Jiang Feng knew that this document was a deadly trap.

On the structural modification diagram, the angle of a key load-bearing support was adjusted by a very subtle 0.5 degrees. This modification is flawless in static strength calculations, but under certain dynamic load combinations, it can cause more dangerous stress concentrations!

In that material synthesis process, the type and order of catalyst addition were deliberately reversed, and the core reaction temperature was set in a range that would cause the material to age and become brittle prematurely.

As for those beautiful data curves, they were created by Mingzhao through clever "modification" and "beautification" of the failed data from the early abandoned experiments of Stardust materials.

“The dosage of this ‘medicine’ is just right.” Mingzhao put down his pen and looked at the masterpiece that was so realistic that it could be mistaken for a fake.

Her eyes were icy. "Enough to convince them we've found the perfect solution, and they'll be eager to try and replicate it using this correct formula. And when their 'stealth fighter,' built with enormous resources, suddenly disintegrates at a critical point due to structural failure or material collapse..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the faint, cold curve of her lips said it all.

As expected, "Mole" Zhao Youfu did not disappoint Jiang Feng's "close surveillance".

He was like a real mole, patiently digging a tunnel underground.

Two days later, taking advantage of the opportunity to transport garbage, he secretly stuffed a metal box, tightly wrapped in waterproof tarpaulin, into an extremely hidden crevice in the rocks beside a mountain stream outside the base. This was his fixed "dead mailbox".

He thought his actions were flawless, but little did he know that his every move was being monitored by remote surveillance cameras set up by Jiang Feng, which used terrain and camouflage techniques to conceal their location.

Little did he know that less than ten minutes after he left, Jiang Feng personally took out the iron box, quickly photographed the "intelligence" inside, and then put it back in an almost identical "document"—the very same deadly poison bait that exuded an alluring aroma.

Late that night, a figure dressed in local mountain folk clothing and carrying a bamboo basket appeared like a ghost beside the mountain stream.

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