Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 94: Re-emergence

"Dong two one, Dong two one, Dong one." Tang Di's voice was long and drawn out, "Boss, are you distracted? This is the nineteenth time you missed the target. You didn't hit a single shot today. What are you thinking about?"

Wei Mao is still savoring it.

Through the surveillance, Tang Di stared at the shadow suspended in the light blue IRGF, as if staring at a fetus in the amniotic fluid. Who was the first to think that: in that thin body, there is the power to save the world?
"The overall hit rate has dropped to 35.7%." Tang Di put his fingers into his hair and took a deep breath. "The test data is getting worse and worse, Boss. This is a matter of great importance to the fate of all mankind. The fate of all people in the world depends on you. This is not a joke. You have to wake up."

"Oh."

Wei Mao responded indifferently.

Ultra-long-range sniping at a distance of 12,000 kilometers has never been seen in human history. The Science City has designed an extremely complex system to simulate combat missions. Unlike what the outside world imagines, although Wei Mao's ultimate goal is to fire the shot that determines his fate, he has no gun, no trigger, no scope, and no target during training. He is immersed in IRGF, with only a perfect circle with a radius of ten centimeters in front of him. This circle is the simulated shooting range of Longdi Stangang of the Bharat Brahma Temple. The only thing Wei Mao has to do is to establish polar coordinates in the perfect circle and then pick points.

That dot is only the size of a pixel, representing the precise position of the spiral angel determined by Wei Mao. There are a total of 1200 million pixels in the entire perfect circular shooting range. In order to pick the only one out of 1200 million, Wei Mao can call on all the pre-installed tools in the system and Dayi's supercomputing brain, racing against time to accurately calculate the target's speed, altitude, precession and nutation under the combined influence of four gravitational fields, two magnetic fields, and the Coriolis force - for this shot 0.012 kilometers away, the target is only in the numbers. Tang Di once tried it and got a good result of 0.046% at first, and later got a better result of 0.1%. However, Science City reported that results below % were considered tolerances, and that a monkey could get similar data, so Tang Di's heroic dream was shattered.

Wei Mao is the only person in the world who can skillfully use this simulation system, because he is one of the designers. No one else can understand the complex algorithms and mathematical tools hidden behind that simple perfect circle.

They are too complicated.

Even though he knew Wei Mao's true face as a mentally retarded and bastard, Tang Di was still fascinated by this kind of person. The other party was in a small fruit shell, but he was the true king of the universe.

What kind of courage that is—a silent stutterer who can’t even speak clearly dares to impress God!

"35.7% means you only have a one-third chance of hitting the target!" Tang Di reminded him earnestly. Although he didn't understand the underlying principles of the training system and didn't know how the number was derived, he knew the percentage. "Boss, you only have one chance to shoot. We don't have the ability to get you two more big guns!"

"Oh."

Wei Mao still responded indifferently.

Damn it, the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is.

Tang Di turned his head and looked through the observation window at the giant machine Dayi in workshop 110 from afar. It was iron gray and only had half of its body.

The hyacinthus is right there.

This afternoon, the base headquarters sent a letter to question us, because the training results in Tang Di's report were getting worse day by day, and the superiors suspected that something had gone wrong with Tang Di and the Planning Office - God bless them, why didn't they think that it was Wei Mao who had gone wrong? Did they think that I, Tang Di, was a soft persimmon that was easy to be bullied?
Suddenly someone came over quietly, lowered his body, and whispered:
"Chief Engineer, emergency."

Tang Di has a ridge on his ear.

"We received a tip that a batch of wires will be transported from Chengdu to 151 tomorrow morning. They are second-hand dismantled parts and will be transported via a dedicated railway line."

"When do we need this batch of wire?"

"It's not us." Tang Di suddenly realized the problem:
"The Labor Office is here to poach our employees again?"

Since the Operation Office had forcibly robbed him of 151 tons of precious titanium alloy materials two days ago, Tang Di had learned his lesson - the Operation Office was a group of hooligans who had no moral principles. If you reasoned with them, you would definitely suffer a great loss. The gangster gang headed by the big hooligans Shang Lu had a deep background and was familiar with the procedures. They had applications and approvals, and the procedures were impeccable. Tang Di learned from his mistakes and decided to use any means to deal with any means. As the deputy chief engineer and director of the Planning and Engineering Office of the Nanshan Support Base, he also had deep resources and connections. Tang Di had already planted spies and insiders in various units, and specifically told the Operation Office to report any movements in a timely manner.

"How big a batch?" asked Tang Di.

“It’s mainly BVR and BVVP, about a dozen tons.”

Tang Di stroked the stubble on his chin and took a deep look at the giant machine Dayi hanging in the workshop. The driver was exiting the cockpit. How many things did Wei Mao, this traitorous idiot, approve for the Operation Office?
"Probe again, report again!"

Since he had already learned the intelligence in advance, this time, Tang Di must fight a beautiful comeback and give the enemy a taste of his own medicine. He also wanted to make the Operation Office suffer a big loss.

He squeezed the tea bag on the table tightly in his hand, imagining that this was Shang Lu and Wang Xiangbing - crush them to pieces!
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Old man Ji's health is deteriorating.

Standing on the 55th floor of the Chongqing World Trade Center, overlooking this huge construction site with bright lights, as the most important task for all mankind at present, the entire human society is doing its utmost to ensure it at all costs. Every day, there is a steady stream of trucks flowing in and out, and people are building up this giant gun bit by bit. The 300-meter-high Chongqing Shimao Building is the barrel of the gun, and a cyclotron is being encapsulated on the roof of the building. The cyclotron is the magazine of the insecticide. Before Wei Mao pulls the trigger, it will spin in the cyclotron at a high speed close to the speed of light.

Deputy Masaki Keigo stood beside old man Ji. In the past few months, he witnessed how this old man, whose life seemed to be about to burn out, managed to pull up such a huge stall and advance such a complex project. Strength was always squeezed out of that withered body that looked like firewood. This rigorous Japanese wrote in his diary: "When I was at the University of Tokyo, my teacher taught me that when facing difficulties, people must have the belief in victory to avoid being knocked down. Mr. Ji has the strongest belief among all the people I have ever met. He must believe in something. That belief is like a steel pillar that supports his withered body and allows him to walk around the construction site."

"Masaki-kun."

"Here." Masaki Keigo took a step forward.

"This place will be completed within the next three months," said Old Man Ji. "We have spent so much effort and paid so much, but it is only a one-time project."

"Master Architect, will it collapse?" asked Keigo Masaki.

"Maybe, maybe not." Old man Ji said, "I hope it won't collapse. It's good to just stand like this."

As he spoke he started coughing violently again, and Masaki Keigo quickly took out his handkerchief and handed it to him.

Even Keigo Masaki didn't know how long he could live. He seemed like he would collapse at any time, but his bones were as hard as steel.

"I also hope it won't collapse," Masaki Keigo said. "It will be a great monument."

"In memory of what?"

"To honor the great sacrifices made by mankind and to honor the hard-fought victory we have achieved."

Old man Ji sneered:
"Who said we were going to win?"

Keigo Masaki was a little surprised. He couldn't understand. This was different from the President Ji he had imagined. If it wasn't for the belief in victory supporting him, how did this old man survive until now?