I handed over to another world

When the metal door of the control center slid open, Chen Lin was tasting the volcanic coffee, a specialty of the Australian base, which was strongly recommended by several technical experts. He could only say that the taste of this thing was really weird, and even he himself, who had long been accustomed to the bitter taste, found it a little unacceptable.

On the holographic screen, the integrated fleet at sea had just sent a combat briefing: the New Dawn's secret base on Coral Island had been razed to the ground by a plasma cannon.

Previously, this secret base was disguised as a place for studying marine life, and it really deceived many people.

"President, the principal criminal has been arrested."

Secretary Zhao's voice rang out in the headset, "In interrogation room No. 3."

Chen Lin put down the coffee cup. The sound of the bottom of the cup hitting the metal table was particularly crisp in the suddenly quiet control center.

The technicians stopped their work at the same time and watched him walk towards the blue door at the end of the corridor.

Under the cold light of the interrogation room, the man fixed to the chair with magnetic shackles raised his head.

When he saw the face with the White Eagle Association's iconic mustache, Chen Lin's steps paused slightly.

"Matthew Kraus."

Chen Lin pulled out the chair opposite him. "The former technical director of the White Eagle Association should be lying in a cemetery in New York now."

The man's left prosthetic eye moved and focused, but his facial muscles did not move at all.

This level of bionic technology is definitely not something that can be found on the black market.

"Chairman Chen's intelligence network is indeed well-deserved."

Kraus' voice had an electronic hiss. "It's a pity that it's three years too late. The seeds of the new dawn have already been spread throughout the solar system."

Chen Lin turned on the holographic projection and called up three files.

The first was Klaus's death certificate, the second was the White Eagle Society's internal investigation report, and the third showed the abnormal energy readings at the Alpha Mine on Mars this morning.

"Faking death to infiltrate a hostile organization, a classic scene."

Chen Lin's finger slid across the Mars data map. "But you shouldn't use the White Eagle's quantum encryption protocol to send instructions. It's like lighting a bonfire in a dark forest. I can see it from a long distance away, not to mention my detection equipment."

Klaus's mechanical eye suddenly shrank. This subtle reaction made Chen Lin smile: "Yes, we cracked your communication matrix three years ago."

"Today's scene..."

He knocked on the Red Dragon fleet patrolling the orbit of Mars in the projection. "Just so you can lure out the rats hiding everywhere."

The one-way glass in the interrogation room suddenly became transparent.

Outside the window, more than thirty holographic screens simultaneously displayed scenes of arrests around the world: an underground factory of the New Dawn organization somewhere was breached by commandos; five spies lurking in the Red Dragon's European branch were killed on the spot; even the secret agent hiding in the Pluto relay station was locked by an unmanned ship.

"Your biggest mistake,"

Chen Lin stood up and straightened his sleeves. "You are mistaking the association's tolerance for incompetence."

He pressed a button on his watch, and Klaus's mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly emitted sparks.

When the special agents came in and dragged away the screaming prisoners, Chen Lin had already returned to the control center.

The latest report came from the Mars base: All the rebels in the Alpha mining area have surrendered, and the weapons they used were indeed from the old arsenal of the White Eagle Association.

"Send an encrypted message to President White Eagle," Chen Lin said to Secretary Zhao, "Tell him to either come in person and explain everything clearly, or the next fleet exercise should be in Jupiter orbit... The new space station I assigned to them before is quite conspicuous."

The shuttle outside the window was taking off, and its blue and white tail flames cut through the Australian night sky.

Chen Lin looked at the spacecraft that had just passed the acceptance inspection, and suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Will Wang Han take up his post on Mars tomorrow?"

After receiving a positive answer, he showed his first genuine smile of the night: "Tell him to check the accounts of the Alpha Mine. I suspect that someone has embezzled a lot of public funds to support private soldiers."

"clear."

……

The dust in the Alpha mining area of ​​Mars slowly settled in the low-gravity environment, and Wang Han's leather shoes made a unique "rustling" sound as he stepped on the red sand.

As soon as he got off the shuttle, he headed straight for the financial center, followed by five fully armed inspection team agents.

“Pull out all the palladium ore export records for the past three years.”

Wang Han slapped the investigation order signed by Chen Lin on the table, "Especially the batches that passed through the Jupiter transfer station."

The mine supervisor's Adam's apple rolled, and when the holographic screen displayed the modified data stream, Wang Han suddenly laughed - he was too familiar with this set of quantum encryption signatures. It was exactly the method used by the White Eagle Association that he had seen too many times on Earth.

After the White Eagle Association's main fleet was destroyed, civil strife continued for a while. At that time, the White Eagle Association was full of all kinds of monsters and demons. Wang Han was one of the members who witnessed the situation personally.

"interesting."

Wang Han dialed the encrypted channel, "President, you guessed it right. They used ore transport ships to smuggle arms, and the payment account is..." He squinted at the decoded information, "The Third Overseas Fund of the White Eagle Association was frozen by our Chamber of Commerce in 2019 for money laundering."

At this moment in the geosynchronous orbit, Chen Lin is reviewing the fleet report at the "Sky" space station. He is standing in the observation cabin of the "Sky" space station, overlooking the blue earth through high-strength composite glass.

The shuttle of the White Eagle Association was docking slowly, and the brand new White Eagle logo on the hull was shining in the sun - this was the redesigned version funded by the Red Dragon Association eight years ago after the internal struggle of the White Eagle Association was completely ended and the war was declared over.

"President, the connection is complete."

Secretary Zhao reminded softly, "But their life detection system shows that President White's heart rate has soared to 120."

Chen Lin adjusted the nanofiber badge on his cuff, which was the symbol of the Red Dragon Association’s highest authority.

"Have the medical team on standby," he said with a slight smile, "Don't let the guests faint from excitement."

When the airlock door opened, the current White Eagle President Alan White almost fell out.

This once high-spirited technocrat now has gray hair and his suit is wrinkled as if he has worn it for three days.

The moment he saw Chen Lin, his legs went weak and he was about to kneel down, but two Red Dragon guards held up his arms and prevented him from collapsing to the ground.

"President Chen!"

White's voice was filled with tears. "I swear on my mother's grave, I really didn't know Klaus was still alive! I didn't even know about the New Dawn he created..."

Chen Lin made a gesture to keep quiet, and a holographic projection unfolded between the two of them, showing the financial statements of the White Eagle Association for the past three years.

Several of the numbers highlighted in red are particularly eye-catching: 27 tons of palladium were lost for space station maintenance, while spending on the "employee training" project soared by 400%.

"Alan," Chen Lin said in a chatty tone, "Do you know what I admire most about you?"

He suddenly grabbed White's shaking right hand and said, "It was this hand - when I signed the cooperation agreement a few years ago, the pen didn't even shake."

White's cold sweat dripped down his chin to the floor. Chen Lin let go of him and turned to another projection: real-time monitoring of the Jupiter orbital space station.

There are hundreds of White Eagle technicians working in an orderly manner here, many of them have the badge of outstanding students issued by the Red Dragon Association on their chests. These people are the core backbone of the White Eagle Association of the new era.

"Look at these young people," Chen Lin's voice suddenly softened. "Do you remember what the first Chinese sentence they learned was? 'Community of shared future for mankind.'"

He suddenly pressed a button, and the surveillance screen switched to the outside of the space station - twelve Red Dragon warships had surrounded the station without him knowing.

White finally broke down. He fell to his knees, his face covered with snot and tears. "It's all Klaus' fault! That madman secretly restarted the Prometheus program! He replaced our people on Mars with clones..."

"I know."

Chen Lin bent down and helped him up, and considerately patted the dust off his suit. "So you see, I deliberately didn't let the fleet open fire."

He pointed to the porthole of the space station, where a young girl was looking curiously through the glass. "For example, the intern Lisa, her father died in the previous galaxy fleet rebellion."

"I actually really don't like it when something like this happens again."

"After all, there will inevitably be casualties if we do this, don't you think, President White?"

"Yes, yes!"

President White nodded with tears in his eyes, while Chen Lin clapped his hands and said to the guard, "Take President White to the lounge."

As he turned around, he added, "By the way, notify the Jupiter Space Station to have an extra meal tonight."

"Just make... an American burger, with double pickles."

When White was taken away, Secretary Zhao called up the data he had just received: "President, Mars reports. The palladium seized by Wang Han was indeed made into weapon parts, but the level of craftsmanship..."

He frowned as he looked at the report. "It's two generations behind the White Eagle's current equipment."

Chen Lin walked to the console and called up the analysis diagram of Klaus's mechanical prosthetic eye.

On a hidden circuit node, there was a tiny trident symbol - the trademark of the Neptune Mining Alliance.

Chen Lin stared at the trident logo and tapped the console lightly with his fingertips.

Outside the porthole, the lights of the Jupiter space station flickered in space, like a pearl entangled in a spider web.

"Interesting." He narrowed his eyes. "Secretary Zhao, pull up the trade records of the Neptune Mining Alliance for the past five years."

The holographic screen quickly unfolded, and data streams poured down like a waterfall.

Chen Lin fixed his eyes on several unusual transactions: "Look here, the weight of the mining equipment they delivered to the asteroid belt does not match the declared specifications."

Secretary Zhao suddenly gasped: "President, the appearance parameters of these devices..."

"It matches the core component of Klaus's mechanical prosthetic eye perfectly."

Chen Lin took over the conversation, his finger drew an arc in the air, "It seems that our dear Mining Alliance is secretly playing a double game."

At this moment, the alarm suddenly sounded throughout the space station. The red warning lights made the viewing module look like a pool of blood.

"Report to the President!" The communications officer's voice was unusually tense, "Large-scale energy fluctuations have been detected in the direction of Neptune! Suspected..."

He paused, "It may be a sign of fleet jump!"

Chen Lin's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and he pressed the communication button: "Wang Han, are you ready?"

A holographic image of the Alpha mining area on Mars popped up. In the image, Wang Han was standing in front of a huge piece of equipment, surrounded by dozens of busy technicians.

"You can start it anytime, President!"

Wang Han wiped the sweat from his forehead. "But are you sure you want to do this? This gravitational wave jammer has not been fully tested yet..."

"Just treat it as a real-life combat drill." Chen Lin turned to another screen, "The Jupiter Fleet should also take action."

In space, the twelve Red Dragon warships suddenly changed their formation, and the unfolded electromagnetic net glowed with a faint blue light under the starlight.

And in the orbit of Neptune, hundreds of millions of kilometers away, space is strangely distorted - like a mirror shattered by a stone.

"Warp disruption field deployed!"

The technical officer reported loudly, "Seven unidentified ships were detected and forced to exit warp!"

Chen Lin called up the long-distance observation screen. The hulls of the ships that were forced to reveal themselves were clearly printed with the logo of the Neptune Mining Alliance.

But their weapons array had been fully deployed, and the muzzles were flashing ominous purple light.

"Sure enough." Chen Lin chuckled, "Notify President White that his old friends are here for the appointment."

When the door to the lounge slid open, White was slumped on the sofa, a half-finished glass of whiskey in his hand.

When he saw the fleet image on the screen, his wine glass dropped to the ground with a clang.

"This is impossible……"

White's face turned pale. "The Mining Alliance just signed the Convention on the Demilitarization of Outer Space last year!"

Chen Lin adjusted his gloves slowly and said, "Just like your White Eagle Association signed thirteen peace agreements in ten years?"

He suddenly leaned close to White, "Tell me, Alan, what did Klaus promise them? Mining rights on Mars? Or..."

"It's Titan's methane sea!"

White suddenly screamed, "He promised to give them the mining rights of Titan! But that belongs to the Red Dragon Association..."

His voice suddenly stopped and he covered his mouth in horror. There was dead silence in the control center, and everyone was staring at the White Eagle president who had spoken out of turn.

Chen Lin smiled unexpectedly: "Thank you for your honesty, Alan."

He turned to the communication screen, "Wang Han, activate the jammer. Let's teach these mining experts a lesson."

On the surface of Mars, the giant device suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light, and then an invisible ripple swept through the solar system at the speed of light. The engines of ships wherever it passed were shut down, and the Neptune fleet was like a frozen mosquito, frozen in the dark space.

"Gravitational wave lock completed."

Wang Han's voice was filled with excitement, "Their propulsion system will be paralyzed for at least 48 hours!"

Chen Lin nodded with satisfaction. As the holographic projection unfolded in front of everyone, a three-dimensional star map of the entire solar system was displayed.

Hundreds of red dots are flashing on the star map, each representing a marked suspicious target.

And at this moment, these red dots are turning green one by one.

"New Dawn, Neptune Rebels, White Eagle Remnants..." Chen Lin's voice was like an ice knife, "Do you really think I will let these cancers spread in the solar system?"

White slumped on the ground. He finally understood - in this cat-and-mouse game that had lasted for several years, the mouse had never been Chen Lin. (End of this chapter)