"Sir, by doing this, aren't you clearly telling them that their itinerary is under our control? Won't that attract the attention of the Green Rabbit Organization? If they become wary, our tracking won't be so smooth."
From an outsider's perspective, Qian Sui poured cold water on Gao Ang's enthusiasm.
Gao Ang patted his head and said with a lingering fear, "You're right. I was too complacent. It feels good to have everything under control, but it's too easy to become complacent."
Then let's pretend we know nothing, and even put up a resistance—no, we can't resist, it would expose my strength. Hmm, we need to plan this carefully.
...
The three members of the Green Rabbit organization took a taxi and arrived at Changming Island at 10:24:38.
The driver absolutely refused to go any further.
The three foreigners didn't understand the script very well, but they could say a few words.
"What's going on? Shall we go?" He spoke with a strong Northeastern accent, probably having spent time in the Far East.
"What are you talking about? Didn't you see those words? 'Military restricted area, no entry.' That's enough for now, you guys get down."
The driver impatiently shoved the burly man in the passenger seat.
He wasn't afraid of these foreigners. This was a military restricted area, and these foreigners might be up to something.
If things really get physical, he might actually cause some trouble.
If these guys really are foreign spies, wouldn't he get an honorary title for reporting them?
The burly man in the passenger seat was a bit dumbfounded. How dare a little old man push him?
He raised his hand to slap him, but was interrupted by a series of chattering sounds.
Using the phones distributed by their superiors, the three paid the fare according to the payment steps they had just learned, and then got off the bus angrily.
Seeing that he wouldn't get any credit, the driver spat, stepped on the gas, and drove off arrogantly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The three foreigners looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
What comes into view is a construction site, with various machines coming and going in a constant stream of activity.
They didn't recognize any of the excavators, cranes, or pile drivers.
In their minds, there is only fighting and violence.
But that doesn't stop them from thinking: This is just a dumped construction site, where are we going to find people?
After looking around, the man who seemed to be in charge noticed a sign standing nearby, which probably had something written on it.
I took out my phone, intending to take a picture and then translate it into text.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, an unusually loud roar stopped him in his tracks.
Two heavily armed soldiers ran out from their hiding place, taking turns running.
They moved swiftly to the left and right, providing cover in turns, the dark muzzles of their guns making the hairs on the three men's heads stand on end.
"This is a military restricted area. Photography is prohibited!" This sentence is in English, an internationally used language.
The three foreigners quickly raised their hands in surrender.
"We're here to find someone. This is the address."
The burly man leading the group honestly explained his purpose and carefully took out a piece of paper, handing it over.
"Back off! Get out of here!"
No one took the paper. His eyes sharpened, and he warned again in a serious tone.
The three foreigners didn't dare say anything more. They greeted each other politely, bowed and scraped for a while, and then turned and left.
They do have some tricks up their sleeves, but it depends on who they're dealing with.
Who are these two people?
That's the Eastern Army, the most awesome army on the entire planet.
Back then, it was a boastful entity that could fight off dozens of UN forces single-handedly.
"Big brother, what do we do?"
"Submit a report requesting the next course of action."
A short while later, the burly leader received new orders:
"The target is on the neighboring island. You can infiltrate there, search for the target, destroy it on the spot, and return immediately. You must not take any other actions, and you must not harm the target."
The three of them huddled together, checking the target location displayed on their phones. It was Changying Island, where Gao Ang was located.
"Boss, we need to get some diving suits or oxygen tanks."
"Sure, we have the funds. We'll go into the water tonight, and we'll find a place to rest first."
A drone high in the sky captured the scene below in crystal clarity.
"These three idiots, are they just going to give up like that? You should negotiate a little longer. The guard on duty won't do anything to you, sigh!"
Lying on the sofa, Gao Ang watched the three brothers leave and let out a long sigh.
To match their preferences, he even gave himself a makeover.
His legs were wrapped in bandages, and he was using a crutch.
In that case, he could simply surrender and let them easily take away the Green Rabbit canned food.
"Does that mean I have to keep pestering you like this for another day?"
He pointed to the bandages on his body and asked Qian Sui a question.
"...Sir, this is completely unnecessary. Even if they come in the morning, you can just pretend to be asleep and act like you know nothing..."
Qian Sui was speechless. It seemed that the master's mentality had changed a lot recently. In other words, he had become a drama queen.
From his perspective as an outsider, it seems that the man was under too much psychological pressure, which is why he used this humorous lifestyle to ease his tense emotions.
Gao Ang paused for a moment, then tore off the bandage on his leg. "You're right. Let's do it this way. You keep a close eye on them. Notify me in advance if there are any abnormalities. I'll go and study this gene combination."
He can now distinguish between DNA and RNA staining.
Furthermore, one can utilize the gravitational field to perform some small actions on it.
Of course, all of this was done on dead animals, such as fish, chickens, ducks, geese, and so on.
After this period of research, Gao Ang has made a new comprehensive discovery about his abilities.
When he observes a substance, he can also activate its gravitational and magnetic fields, and even other sensory organs.
At this point, a completely new force field will be formed. This force field is three-dimensional and under his control.
All matter within this force field can be said to be under his control.
Shape, color, smell, molecular structure, chemical bond strength, etc., are all readily apparent.
For example, it's like putting cells under an optical microscope while simultaneously holding a nanosurgical scalpel.
Gao Ang has also been thinking about what uses this ability can have.
Conducting genetic research? It's possible, but he would instinctively resist it.
Developing new materials? That's possible, but the problem remains: even if they can manufacture them, it's all nonsense if they can't mass-produce them.
Just like generating electricity with one's own body, you can't expect him to stand in a power station every day to generate electricity...
However, on the other hand, it's fine not to generate electricity for others, but it's still okay to generate electricity for yourself.
So he began to research new materials.
It's not about researching new materials, but about changing the molecular structure of materials, thereby altering the nature of those materials.
For example, he would try to see if he could turn a chopstick into a diamond.
This process is complex and iterative.
First, remove any impurities from the chopsticks and clean out all non-C elements;
Secondly, the chemical bonds between all the C atoms are disrupted and reassembled, transforming them from carbon into diamond particles.
Finally, these small diamond particles are recombine through the action of a gravitational field.
Thus, a diamond chopstick was made, but it was much shorter than the previous charcoal chopstick.
But none of these are problems; there's plenty of everything in the air.
CO2 is mostly carbon (C), it just takes a little longer to process.
After spending most of the day, Gao Ang finally made himself a pair of diamond chopsticks.
"It's not very good either. It's a bit heavy, and it doesn't feel good in the hand."
After playing with them for a while, Gao Ang placed the newly made chopsticks on the balcony.
As for its rarity?
Sorry, but the things he can make in a minute have little value in his eyes.
This is similar to how oil is seen as something too common by Middle Eastern tycoons, even less precious than a bowl of water.
While his hands were still warm, Gao Ang set his sights on his old, beat-up car parked on Changming Island.
What's so satisfying about a pair of chopsticks? Imagine how exciting it would be to have a diamond tank!
Of course, he was just thinking about it; a diamond chariot was impossible. Diamonds are hard enough, but their strength and toughness are far too lacking.
If it were truly a diamond-encrusted war machine, let alone a car accident, the engine would probably shatter into pieces after just a couple of shakes.
Diamonds are out of the question, but we can modify the raw material structure of tires and car bodies.
Without altering the nature of these substances, if we strengthen their molecular structure and compress their chemical bonds to make them bond more closely, wouldn't that solve the problem?
Without further ado, Gao Ang got up from the sofa, picked up Xiao Hua, and drove his jet ski to Changming Island next door.
Section Chief Zhang was still supervising the construction. After exchanging pleasantries, Gao Ang found an open space, lay down, basked in the sun, felt the sea breeze, and listened to the clanging sounds of construction as he began the first modification of the old car.
The renovation took all afternoon, and he still hadn't finished by nightfall.
During that time, I casually rummaged through some things with Section Chief Zhang, and spent the rest of the time modifying this broken car.
To avoid arousing suspicion, he even brought a toolbox, saying he needed to fix the car since he had nothing better to do.
As for whether it could be repaired... Section Chief Zhang and the others didn't have much doubt.
All sciences are one family; different paths lead to the same goal, and in the end, they may all be based on the same principle.
Maybe they've gotten tired of biomedicine and want to try something else?
"Your Majesty, this job is really tiring! I've been working all afternoon and only managed to modify four tires..."
"Um, sir, are you sure this tire is still usable?"
Qian Sui asked timidly. If Gao Ang were there, he would definitely see that Qian Sui was already happily spinning around on the ground.
“It should be possible…” Gao Ang wasn’t really sure. “I just added a tiny bit of diamond-like chemical bonds to the molecular structure of the tires. That way, their wear won’t be too severe, and it might even be explosion-proof.”
"Well, okay then. I think it would be best to test drive it before setting off next time."
Qian Sui was too embarrassed to rub salt in his wounds again, so she changed the subject, "Sir, those three people are here, aren't you coming back?"
"Don't reply, let them do what they want."
After a while, "Sir, they took the rabbit meat away."
"Let them be."
After a while, "Sir, they've left."
"Let's go then, my tire modifications are almost finished."
I patted the tire; it was hard and made a crisp sound, just like it was overinflated.
"Qian Sui has been getting increasingly sarcastic lately, and he even told me to test drive it first... Could it be that he's noticed something wrong?"
I circled the broken car twice, but didn't find anything seriously wrong with it.
I got in the car, started the engine, drove around twice, and everything seemed fine.
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