"Fighting is so fucking boring nowadays." Old Wu knocked on his ceramic armor. "Back in northern Burma..."
"Try this." Feng Yi took out a pen-shaped microwave transmitter, and the meerkats two hundred meters away started to run away with their fur standing on end.
Old Wu's dentures nearly fell into his coffee: "This thing is even more outlandish than the square dance speakers!"
Odin's drone swarm flew across the night sky and dropped two boxes of self-heating hot pot.
Feng Yi picked up the package printed with "Grown in lunar soil" and smiled wryly: "Guanghan Palace potatoes, chew like tires."
The sudden blue light made the two men roll into the trench. The tactical eyepiece showed that Zhenbei was testing a new type of electromagnetic shield.
A faint sound of a baby crying could be heard in the blue light—the commander was adjusting a holographic birthday card for his daughter.
The second son of the Rothschild family smashed a crystal glass in his Paris villa. The surveillance footage showed that a quantum relay station worth 30 million euros was being frozen by liquid nitrogen.
At the mining area, fifty electromagnetic adsorption mine carts are collecting the spoils.
"Swiss air defense radar, delivered just 72 hours ago by the lighthouse crew." Zhenbei wiped the spoils and said, "Send a thank-you card to my friend in Paris."
Weiyi suddenly raised the radiation detector: "The radiation level of cobalt ore in Pit No. 3 exceeds the standard!"
The holographic sandbox instantly switched, and Osa's virtual shadow cut in: "The 18th-century pirate gold coins purchased by the Luo family detected cobalt-60!"
The temperature in the command vehicle plummeted ten degrees. Feng Yi's robotic prosthetic arm crushed the tactical tablet: "They're trying to contaminate the mine with a dirty bomb!"
Amid the roar of the quantum computer, twenty programmers were injecting hibernation codes into the Luo family chariot.
The only one debugging the electromagnetic pulse generator: "Let their diesel engines miss spark plugs forever."
When three Gazelle helicopters forced their way in, the swarm of drones attached themselves to their rotors like piranhas.
The pilot who made an emergency landing found that the tachometer was frozen at 222 rpm - this number was the birth weight of Zhenbei's daughter.
"More accurate than a clock," Odin said, chewing betel nut and laughing. "Second brother is very precise in raising children."
The ground suddenly shook, and Feng Yi's tactical eyepiece showed a drilling signal thirty meters underground.
Zhenbei pulled up the geological map and sneered, "A great gift for our French friends."
The sonar array recovered in the South China Sea last year was dropped into the Congo River. Twelve hours later, the Luo family’s illegal mining ship was caught by their own navy.
When the Red Cross observers' helicopter landed outside the electromagnetic barrier, the Xiao Group had already prepared the display area.
The mercenaries who have been educated by microwaves are receiving electrolyte drinks, and behind them are weapons and equipment captured by the graphene net.
";In accordance with the Convention on Certain Conventional Weapons..."; The only explanation was given fluently in French, and a carefully edited video was played on the electronic screen.
The miniature spectrometer in the observer's button only captures images that comply with the Geneva Convention.
Just as the champagne at the celebration banquet was opened, an alarm suddenly came from the quantum channel.
The image of Osa's moon appeared on the sand table: "The Guanghan Palace Phase III project needs the cobalt catalyst here, the Luo family..."
"They're still using mercenaries to steal ore carts," Weiyi interrupted. "We're already training space security officers."
Feng Yi stood at the edge of the mine, his tactical eyepiece superimposed with real-time data from the space elevator.
A twenty-kilometer-long carbon nanotube cable stretches in low-Earth orbit, like an umbilical cord leading to the stars.
"They think we're fighting for copper oxide." Zhenbei's voice came from behind, "In fact, what we want is..."
"Cobalt catalyst for the fusion core." Feng Yi pointed to the night sky. "After the Earth-Moon catapult is completed in 2026, the ore here can be fired directly into the lunar furnace."
Suddenly, Old Wu's exclamation broke the silence. A mechanical spider carrying a miniature camera crawled out of the rusty T-72 barrel.
As Zhenbei's mechanical prosthetic limbs crushed the device, in a mansion in Paris, the second son of the Luo family watched the last transmitted image and roared at the technical director: "What are they building on the moon?"
The director frantically tapped away at the keyboard, but the screen switched to a Xiao company promotional video—a 3D printer at the Guanghan Palace base was manufacturing a quantum satellite. Chinese subtitles flashed: "Earth's mineral resources are limited, but the vast sea of stars is boundless."
In the nighttime quantum command center, Zhenbei gently caressed the baby in the holographic projection. Odin suddenly tossed a metal box over: "A gift from your daughter."
Inside the box was a drone mothership covered in Kuromi stickers, with a voice message: "Dad beats the bad guys!" The red dot of the mercenary on the holographic sandbox suddenly started a funny dance - a technician added a Children's Day Easter egg to the defense system.
When Feng Yi walked in, he saw Zhenbei using an electromagnetic gun to light candles on a virtual cake.
The blue light reflected the commander's red eyes, but the gun fired at the tempo of the birthday song.
Eight thousand kilometers away, Ye Wei's forensic report updated the last item: the fluorescent agent found in the body of the Luo family mercenary was of the same origin as the residue from a laboratory explosion thirty years ago.
The barcode behind her ear was faintly visible in the moonlight, and the quantum communicator suddenly received garbled information - it was coordinates encrypted using the decay period of cobalt-60, pointing to a crater on the back of the moon.
While Zhenbei was traveling around Africa with his brothers and sisters, Wen Yun was having two blind dates in Malaysia in one day.
The hearts of the two sisters of the Lin family who returned to Malaysia were also beating abnormally.
They are all fighting for the world's most handsome bachelor, Osa. The winner will become the mate of the Middle East Eagle, and the loser will go on a blind date with Wen Yun and others.
Prince Osa, who quietly arrived at the Vale Huasheng mining area in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and was looking for fun, didn't know that a pair of twin sisters in Southeast Asia were playing all kinds of palace intrigues for this stinky man.
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