"Secretary Huang, Director Chen's car has arrived at the foot of the mountain and will be there in about ten minutes."

The special contact team member whispered a reminder in Huang Meng's ear:

"Our people have taken control of the scene and have issued a notice of the exercise. However, it seems that the people from the space agency have also been notified and they want to know when they can take the aircraft back for research."

Huang Meng glanced at Xu Milu, who was dozing off beside her, and deliberately lowered her voice:

"Listen carefully, whether it's people from the space agency or other departments, even if the director of the space agency comes today, this plane will have to wait for Director Chen and the experts from the working committee to arrive before it can be dealt with. So, just say that samples still need to be taken on site and ask their people to wait another forty minutes."

"OK."

The staff nodded and left quickly, with researchers busy at work in the background. To maintain secrecy, the main lights on site were not turned on, and everyone on the hill was working in the dark.

Xu Milu yawned and said:

"Secretary Huang, is there nothing for me to do tonight?"

Huang Meng smiled apologetically:

"Comrade Xu, you may have to wait a little while. After all, you brought the items, and we may need to clarify some specific details. If you are really sleepy, you can take a nap in my car. I will let you know when Director Chen arrives. I apologize for the delay. We have not done our job well enough."

Xu Milu swallowed back her yawn.

Just kidding, she just wanted to see how long it would take for Chen Yuanji to arrive. She had been standing on the mountaintop all night, and it was getting a bit boring not to chat.

Huang Meng clearly noticed this as well, and waved to those around her to get back to work, while she struck up a conversation with Xu Milu:

"Comrade Xiao Xu has been with the Institute of Special Biological Research and Conservation for some time now. How is your work? Are you adapting to the work environment? If you have any inconveniences, you can contact me. There are some things that Director Chen can't handle, but I might be able to."

"I'm used to everything. Except for not being able to go abroad easily, the benefits at the institute are excellent. My mom is quite happy that I got a permanent position. Although I haven't told her about the nature of my work, the benefits of rice, flour, and oil provided by the institute during holidays are quite good. Now she feels at ease letting me travel all over the country."

Xu Milu scratched her face with a smile.

Since revealing her "superpowered" identity to the authorities, apart from needing to donate a vial of blood every month and report to the protection center every three months, her main job is to "do whatever she wants".

Of course, in order for the research institute to discover anything wrong with her body, Xu Milu always went to have her blood drawn while disguised as a lotus root. With the current level of technology, they couldn't find anything. Even if someone used her blood for things unrelated to scientific research, the effect of that blood would be similar to that of lotus root powder.

The authorities seem to be intentionally increasing her contact with "Ren Honghe," and usually adopt a "hands-off" policy towards her—as long as she doesn't do anything illegal, she can just disappear without a trace.

Xu Milu couldn't figure out whether the Chinese authorities had figured out the relationship she was intentionally cultivating with "Ren Honghe," but since the authorities hadn't exposed it, she was happy to play dumb.

"That's good. I was a little worried that you weren't used to the work at the protection institute. Do a good job, Xiao Xu. The organization and the country will never forget your contributions."

Huang Meng smiled and patted her shoulder, then looked up at the Thunder F7 hidden in the darkness and couldn't help but sigh:

"To be honest, although I'm not a technician, this plane has a lot of stories to tell, but I believe the comrades in the work committee will definitely be able to fix it—"

"What repairs?! Just take them back! Don't move, don't move!!"

In the pitch black, someone yelled from a great distance, almost waking up the villagers who were fast asleep at the foot of the mountain.

Xu Milu looked closely and saw Chen Yuanyu, looking travel-worn, leading a group of people. The middle-aged man at the head of the group jogged along, his eyes wide like saucers, staring fanatically at the Thunder F7 that the group was surrounding.

"What, what's going on?! How did the plane's wing get damaged like this? Old Chen, they opened fire?! How could they open fire?! Is the fuselage damaged? Are the instruments in the cockpit damaged?! What about the wings?! Were there any weapons on board?"

Those present were unsure of his identity, and some hesitated, glancing at Chen Yuanyu. Chen Yuanyu, somewhat helpless, coughed and began to introduce him:

"This is Director Sheng Qingtian of the 31st Research Institute of the Working Committee. He has participated in projects such as Huaxia Qingyi 1-34 and Annihilation 12-3. These are designers from the 31st Research Institute. They are in charge of today's handover and verification work. Mr. Sheng, this is Secretary Huang Meng, and this is our donor today, Comrade Xu Milu."

"Old Sheng, don't worry, the plane is right here, nobody can take it away. Why don't you have your men start recording the data now?"

Sheng Qingtian ignored Chen Yuanyu completely and led a group of designers to circle the plane several times.

The expressions on the group's faces changed from initial surprise and regret, to heartbreak and sighs, until finally Sheng Qingtian slapped his thigh in exasperation.

"What a pity, what a real pity! Look at the fuselage, look at the wing design, how did it get damaged like this? Did it crash into a warship? The exterior is smashed to this state, what could possibly be inside?! Hmm? Something's strange..."

As he was talking, he lay down on the ground to examine the bottom of the plane, making "tsk tsk" sounds.

Everyone present, except for Xu Milu, felt a tightness in their chest.

Could there be something wrong with the plane that Comrade Xu went through so much trouble to bring back?

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