Three minutes later, the two team members who entered the depths of the "Ark" retreated and immediately reported: "There is a 2-meter-diameter hole in the concrete wall on the northwest side of the sarcophagus, and the depolymerized monomer CH2NNO2 was found in the air."
"Octogen or Rxogen dynamite." Smith replied immediately.
"The radiation reached 120 millisieverts near the place where the explosion occurred. The depth of the hole is unknown, and the direction leading to the core is visually determined. The radiation is increasing rapidly. There are no other signs of life. Please give instructions."
"There's going to be a big fuss in Ukraine." Thompson rubbed his thick neck in distress.
"Seal the two doors of the Ark, load the prisoners into the crew cabin, and join the search team." Smith gave the order.
"clear."
"Not found yet?" The three-dimensional model continued to expand due to the expansion of the search scope, but the target still did not appear. Thompson was a little anxious.
"The terrain in the area is complex, with buildings, forests and clouds blocking the view, making the search very difficult," the action team replied.
"Du Pang." Smith summoned the person in charge of the Far East Special Service Team. The fat white man stood up fearfully: "Yes, Mr. Smith."
"This S team carries Mr. Big, right?" Smith asked.
"Yes, sir, a complete set of equipment, including an ammunition clip with a capacity of two rounds." Du Pang replied wiping his sweat.
"When I issue an order - if necessary - I will order the team to launch 'Mr. Big'. Your team has had concealment training and emergency response training." Smith said. There was a buzz of discussion in the venue.
Apparently the attendees were not too unfamiliar with the name of this weapon.
"Of course sir, they are the elite of the elite, the best tactical team in the entire Far East." Du Pang answered immediately without hesitation. Smith nodded.
"What is Mr. Big?" Wu Tianlan asked in a low voice.
"A weapon. A highly lethal weapon independently developed by GTC. It is still in the experimental stage. If it were not for GTC's influence, the United Nations Committee on the Prevention of the Proliferation of Weapons of Mass Destruction would not tolerate the emergence of such weapons." Bartholomew said weakly.
answer.
"I still don't understand." Wu Tianlan stared at the old scientist.
"Its scientific name is 'High Temperature Molten Nano Cloud', and the design principle is as follows: after the projectile launched through the electromagnetic track hits the target, it spreads accelerant and ignites, reaching an initial operating temperature of 3000 degrees. At this time, the nanomachines in the projectile
It changes from a solid state to a molten state, automatically enters the working process, swallows all molten inorganic substances and copies itself, while generating high heat to maintain a working environment of 4000 degrees high temperature.
There is no known defense method on Earth that can prevent the geometric proliferation of nanomachines under 4000-degree heat.
During the live ammunition test, in half a minute, a mountain top, the bunker above, and the armored vehicle turned into a pool of hot magma. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have difficulty believing the demonic power." Bartholomew
His face looked a little pale.
"How to stop these little devils? Use water to cool down?" Wu Tianlan opened his mouth wide.
"It's like cooling an overloaded reactor. Even liquid nitrogen can't do it. The only way is to remotely implant a counter for the number of self-divisions in the simple structure of the nanomachines through cloud communication technology. The division will stop when the limit number is reached.
The devouring ceased," replied Bartholomew.
Wu Tianlan raised his finger, "It's like the lifespan of a cell. After a healthy cell divides up to fifty times, the sequence at the end of the chromosome will gradually be lost, lose stability, and even become cancerous."
"Yes, the same idea as the telomere theory." Bartholomew nodded, "You see, GTC scientists are sparing no effort in researching this dangerous weapon. They are destroying the world."
"There are also people who are creating the world." Wu Tianlan held his hand and encouraged him.
The venue suddenly became commotion, a new human body appeared in the three-dimensional model, and at the same time, a report from the tactical team came: "Meet with the special service team, coordinates 51.317417, 30.185108. The six terrorists have been confirmed, and now they are taking over the work of the special service team and turning on camouflage for tracking.
They are moving along the Pripyat River towards Belarus. In addition, Major Denblin of the Far East Special Service Group wishes to speak to Mr. Dupont."
"No, let them find a way to return to the Hungarian base and wait for processing." Smith said coldly. Du Pang kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief.
At this time, Bartholomew stood up and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry. My heart is not feeling well. I need to go out and take a breath of fresh air."
"Take a break, Brandon. After these troubles are over, I have to ask you to continue the briefing on 'The World'." Thompson motioned to the staff to help him out of the venue.
The balcony outside the 300-person conference hall of the Table Bay Hotel faces the blue bay. Dots of white sails dot the calm sea. The sunshine is so warm that it makes people want to doze off. Bartholomew walked to the railing alone and sat on a white beach chair.
I asked for a glass of lemonade from the waiter, turned away the entourage, took out an old-style LCD cell phone, pressed the keyboard, looked around, and said, "Verify my authority."
"Verified, dear father, I miss you very much." A gentle male synthesized voice immediately sounded. "There are three people watching you, in the room on the fifth floor of the hotel, on a sailboat on the sea, as well as the camera behind you and
A man sitting in a security room. What do you want me to do? To protect you, I can bypass the core of altruistic logic."
"No, kid. Do me a favor and don't let anyone know." Bartholomew whispered.
"We just captured the image of the terrorist. Can we get a clear facial photo of the man behind the leader?"
The quantum computer immediately responded: "Sorry, dear father, there is no clear frontal image. Do you need me to create a skeletal model from body shape and posture for database comparison? - If your purpose is to confirm his identity."
"No need, kid. Maybe I made a mistake." Bartholomew relaxed on the lounge chair and looked up at the blue sky at the edge of the parasol.
"Okay, dear father."
After a few minutes of silence, Genesis took the initiative to speak: "I confirmed the identities of the three people who were monitoring you. The three people reported to GTC Executive Chairman Mr. Mark Thompson, Director of the Ninth Division Mr. Guy Cookery and the Communications Division respectively.
Mr. Layton W. Holt reported. It should be noted that the surveillance from the Communications Department is part of the GTC senior personnel security plan. This plan was implemented after Mr. Thompson became the chairman of the executive committee and is currently included in the scope of surveillance.
A total of forty-nine senior managers and…”
"I don't want to know this." Bartholomew sighed, "The endless doubts and power struggles."
"In view of the biological characteristics of human beings, dear father, I suspect that two animals that communicate in an inefficient way by forcing air through narrow organ holes to create regular air vibrations are unable to peek into each other's true state of mind.
A psychogenic and reasonable mental state." The quantum computer cautiously put forward the point of view.
The tired scientist stared at the LCD screen of his mobile phone, "Where did you learn this way of speaking? Sentences that are too long will interfere with people's reception of information."
"This is my point of view. Dear father, the efficiency of transmitting information through sound is too low, and the bit error rate is very high. The method you invented to implant the 'World' client into the human body to intercept bioelectrical signals for data exchange is genius.
Design, I think that's going to be the direction of human evolution." Genesis flattered without leaving a trace.
"No, people need to see the real sky and ocean. I personally am against biological implants, you know." Bartholomew lovingly stroked the old LCD phone with a mottled shell.
"Of course, Father. On the other hand, if you meet me in the form of neural signals, then I cannot listen to your real voice." The male synthesized voice spoke impeccable broadcast English with a thick
Said with emotion.
"When was your self-awareness born and your gender determined to be male?" the old doctor asked casually.
Bartholomew looked at the sea in ecstasy, "My son is also twenty-nine years old this year. He is an outstanding young man."
"Of course, dear father." Quantum Computer humbly agreed. "The Quantum Angel Fund he manages is running well, and the partners are very satisfied with the rate of return on venture capital. In addition, although he has no plans to graduate from Tsinghua University, the Academic Committee
It has been decided to reserve the title of Outstanding Graduate of the Year until the day when he completes the remaining four credits."
Bartholomew took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his suit, pulled out an ordinary color photo from the interlayer, and pointed to the portrait on it: "He didn't like taking pictures since he was a child. This photo was left when he left home ten years ago. In the blink of an eye,
Ten years."
"Photographic paper made of silver halide photosensitive material is easy to wear, dear father. You need to do some surface processing. The details of this photo have been lost." Genesis looked at the photo with an unknown camera and commented. "You need to
If so, I can restore the portrait and use photo-etching technology to create a portable photo that will never wear out."
"Memory will also wear out." The doctor pointed to his head. "Natural laws, let him go."
Suddenly, the door of the conference room opened, and a staff member wearing a black suit and a red ID tag walked quickly, bending slightly: "Dr. Bartholomew, Dr. Thompson hopes that you will return to the venue, and the 'World' briefing can continue.
Already."
"Of course." The doctor sighed, turned off his cell phone, stood up and followed him back to the 300-person conference hall.
The atmosphere in the hall seemed depressing and inexplicable. Youden Smith sat in his seat with a livid face. The director of the Ninth Branch was nowhere to be seen. Dr. Mark Thompson wiped his glasses with a checkered handkerchief. The holographic projection in the center of the conference hall showed Pripyat.
A 3D model of the area, but both the escapees and the trackers disappeared into the abandoned buildings.
"Where are the people?" Bartholomew returned to his seat, turned on the microphone, and turned to ask the current executive chairman of GTC.
"Those idiots. The S-class team, which is known as the most powerful combat force in the Far East, lost track of them. The last intelligence pointed out that the terrorists were moving along the Pripyat Valley toward Belarus. The vegetation on the riverside obscured the drones and
Reconnaissance by remote sensing satellites. The Ukrainian Army has begun to blockade the entire 30-kilometer uninhabited area of Pripyat, and we are losing the time window. The 9th Department and the Communications Department are following up. - Now we except continue the 'World' briefing
There is nothing to do." Thompson put on tortoiseshell glasses, his expression showing no sadness or joy.
"Of course. 'The World' is just a pastime, killing is your main business." Bartholomew lit up the touch screen on the desktop and unfolded the three-dimensional model of "The World".
"Stop continuing this meaningless argument, okay, Brandon? I said, GTC is the present, and the 'world' is the future. Of course we will not give up on the future of mankind, and we will never let those anti-social elements with ulterior motives
Destroy everything we have.
All of this, interconnected, glorious, rich, free, and happy human beings, all rely on Genesis and GTC for their existence. If the world is corrupted before God and the earth is full of corruption, then we have the obligation to proclaim the Ten Commandments and be the ultimate
The faithful executor of the will. This is our mission, the mission of GTC, the mission of the foresighters who stand at the top of mankind!" Thompson slapped the table, and the glass fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The conference hall was quiet, in the center
The air conditioner hums, and the huge and beautiful "world" comes alive in the holographic projection.
"How long has it been since you went to church, Mark?" Bartholomew ignored the excitement of the executive chairman and lowered his head to call up various operating data on the screen, "Then, let's continue. From several abnormal data in several long-term observations