Hearing this, the young man sat back in his chair dejectedly.
He finally understood that his master didn't want to be a guinea pig.
"If there are no problems, then we will..."
"Wait, I still have a lot of questions!" Jiang Ling interrupted.
The five people across the table looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
"What is a floating platform? Where are we now? And what is your space program?"
"A floating platform is a kind of living space suspended underwater," Ning Weihe replied simply. "You're well aware of the current ocean environment. The news reports that large groups of mutants visit our territorial waters every few days. We can't just let them land. Shouldn't we find a way to deal with them?"
Huang Jiyuan added: "They live in atmospheric pressure living chambers. There are quite a few of them, at every depth. We have established a defense line outside our station, so we are so safe here."
"Yes, we are on the seabed. This station is called 'East China Sea Station', and the desalination plant is less than 20 nautical miles west of us," said Ning Weihe.
"seabed?"
"No, not just the seabed. To be precise, we are underground on the continental shelf of the seabed. The main raw materials for building the desalination plant come from our mineral deposits. Now that the main structure here has just been completed, many spies have tried to take advantage of the chaos to rob." Qin Huang said.
"I should tell you about the space program, after all, I still need your help!" Fan Yunfei took the final question, "Do you know about the 'Backstab Plan'?"
"No, I haven't heard of it!" Jiang Ling had not received any relevant information from any channel.
Fan Yunfei showed a satisfied expression. He bent down, took out a file bag from under the table and put it on the table.
Then he said, "Read it here, and burn it when you're done."
Jiang Ling used her psychic powers to take the file bag from the air, amidst everyone's envy. The word "Top Secret" in red appeared on her retina.
She looked up at the expressions of the people opposite her. Seeing that they were sitting upright, she didn't dare to be careless and asked, "Then I'll watch it!"
"It's okay. Your confidentiality level is sufficient, and you're the only one here who hasn't seen it yet!"
Carefully opening the file bag, I found a stack of papers covered with words and several photos inside.
The title on the paper read "Feasibility Study of Document No. 810," and below it was a long list of calculation reports and tables. Jiang Ling was dizzy from reading them. Overwhelmed by the dual impact of visual and academic knowledge, she could only use her small brain to barely remember a few key points:
The desalination plant's annual output of deuterium-tritium fusion fuel is about 4.6 tons. Taking into account the total inventory, it is only enough to meet the consumption of the urban area for about 200 years. The use of this out-of-specification fuel will reduce the service life of the helium-3 fusion reactor by about 80%.
200 meters thick sea water can withstand the ground attacks of killer satellites.
Urban circles are not sufficient to support long-term and frequent space exploration, so they can only provide regular supplies for the astronauts launched there. Each supply period is between 3 and 5 years, which is more appropriate.
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