The blue light from the Mare Tranquility crater on the moon penetrated the radiation-proof glass and cast fine spots of light on Xiao Duo's protective suit.
He hovered in front of the quantum furnace control console, his fingertips running across the jumping data stream in the holographic projection, and suddenly caught a glimpse of an abnormal parameter in the reactor.
"Engineer Wang, reduce the helium-3 crystal reconstruction rate by 0.7 points," he said into his headset. "Has the overload protection mechanism for the seventh-generation electromagnetic railgun not been debugged yet?"
An engineer's hoarse response came from the ground: "Mr. Xiao, the railgun's quantum entanglement positioning system has a 0.03-second delay in a vacuum environment. We are..."
Before he finished speaking, the entire lunar base suddenly shook.
Xiao Duo grabbed the suspension handle and saw a red warning pop up on the holographic screen - the casting module with a diameter of 20 meters was deviating from the planned orbit.
"Activate Plan B!" he shouted sharply, "Let the Zhurong robotic arm intervene in advance!"
Six silver-white robotic arms suddenly extended from the vacuum tube, and the liquid metal nanostream was directed into the backup module at the critical moment.
Alarms were cleared one after another in the control room, and the young engineers' backs were already soaked with cold sweat.
"The Earth-Moon round trip takes 83 days." Xiao Duo stared at the real-time data from the Kuafu rover and suddenly connected to the Shanghai hotline: "Brother, the railgun test launch needs to be moved up. I suspect someone has tampered with the navigation system's quantum key."
In Xiao Zhen's retinal projection, seven hundred and thirty red capital flows are weaving a web of death in the dark web.
The encryption algorithm of these bills made his pupils shrink suddenly - it was clearly a variant of the "Jiuzhang" quantum key developed by the late Academician Chen of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
"Director Li, the investigation report on the lab theft three years ago needs an update." He sneered at the Ministry of State Security's holographic projection. "The person who stole the 'Jiuzhang' algorithm is now helping the Atlantic Alliance forge our electronic signatures."
Li Xinmin's projection rippled with data: "We've locked down three suspicious IP addresses, located in Zurich, the Cayman Islands, and..." He paused suddenly, "The third signal source is at the Chenghai Base on the Moon."
Xiao Zhen's finger drew a sharp arc on the three-dimensional sand table: "Activate the 'Zhulong Protocol' and feed these electronic sharks some real quantum torpedoes."
The banking systems of thirty-seven countries simultaneously lit up red warning lights.
At the London Metal Exchange, a trader who was about to short rare earth futures was horrified to find that the 100,000 short orders he had just placed suddenly turned into the opposite long orders.
The blockchain traceability program turns into a data black hole, swallowing up all the fake bills in the dark web.
Zhenbei's AR goggles suddenly flashed red, and the neural pulse jammer activated within 0.3 seconds. He rolled towards the titanium safe and heard the dull thud of flesh falling to the ground outside the window.
"Seven targets, carrying TR-3B electromagnetic pulse weapons." Quantum Security Supervisor Lao Chen's voice rang out over the encrypted channel. "Second Young Master, their biochips are uploading data!"
Zhenbei pulled out a laser cutter from his tactical belt and burned a fist-sized hole in the bulletproof glass.
In the images sent back by the drone, the hexagram pattern behind the unconscious mercenary's ear was bleeding - this is a typical symptom of brain-computer interface overload.
"Leave them alive!" he yelled into the headset. "The memory chips of these cyborgs might contain..."
Before he could finish his words, seven bodies suddenly burst into flames. Amidst the dark blue flames, some nanoscale device was rapidly decomposing biological tissue.
When Lao Chen rushed in, he only saw Zhenbei's gloomy face reflected in the strange firelight.
"Notify the Houston branch." Zhenbei wiped the blood from his forehead. "It's time to detonate the 'shale mines' we've planted in the Permian Basin."
Xiao Zhengtang pressed his palm against the cold golden brick wall, feeling the slight vibration as the quantum marker chip was implanted.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on marble came from behind, and the bank's chairman Zheng Guoquan approached holding a purple clay teapot.
"Mr. Xiao, are you really going to melt down 3,000 tons of gold?" He looked at the river of gold flowing in the vacuum tube. "These are the ballast stones."
Xiao Zhengtang took out a pocket watch from his Tang suit pocket. The watch cover was engraved with a scene of the Yan'an Mass Production in 1943.
"Back then, we used millet and rifles to fight the US dollar. Now..." He pointed to the holographic star map on the dome, "It's time to turn gold into the fuel of the sea of stars."
The vault suddenly shook slightly, and the infrasound waves activated by the quantum furnace caused ripples in the bulletproof glass.
Zheng Guoquan was astonished to find that the molten gold was solidifying into hexagonal crystals - that was the helium-3 catalytic carrier specially used for spacecraft fusion engines.
"Notify the Hong Kong and Shanghai Stock Exchange." Xiao Zhengtang put on his reading glasses. "Starting next week, all gold futures contracts will be tied to the Starlink Furnace's real-time production data."
The opening bell transformed into quantum ripples that swept across the trading floor. Just as Mitsubishi's trader, Sato, was about to buy platinum futures, he suddenly discovered that all helium-3-related contracts were exhibiting a strange phenomenon of quantum entanglement.
"What the hell!" He ripped open his tie. "Why would fluctuations in Shanghai gold prices affect the price of lunar rare earths?"
A warning suddenly popped up in both Chinese and English on the holographic screen: "Based on Article 17 of the Treaty on the Exploitation of Deep Space Resources, the following contracts have been included in the scope of interstellar arbitration..." He watched helplessly as his platinum contract position went down to zero in 8.7 seconds, and all the quantum computer's predictive models became invalid.
Trading Director Smith rushed into the hall and roared: "Quickly cut off the connection with the Shanghai Data Abyss..." Before he finished speaking, green smoke suddenly came out of his custom-made suit - the quantum trading chip implanted in his left arm burned out due to overload.
The German Chancellor's AI assistant suddenly projected a bloody warning: "Government approval ratings have fallen below the 38% warning line."
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