I built an armada.

After he finished speaking, he made an unlocking gesture towards the projection, and a countdown timer appeared below the projection.

Immediately afterwards, Su Dingping patted Tang Ping's shoulder with a somewhat tired expression and spoke to Guo Xueyun beside him in a casual tone.

"Xueyun, you stay here with Mr. Tang. I'm going to the test site in the back mountain to deal with an unexpected malfunction of the orbital verification target machine. I'll be back in two hours at most."

If you have any questions, Mr. Tang can write them down first.

He even gave Guo Xueyun a subtle look? Guo Xueyun understood the meaning in that look almost immediately—he was optimistic about him.

Guo Xueyun nodded naturally.

"Don't worry, Chief Su. Does the rail system need me to keep them informed by phone?"

"No need to rush, just wait for me."

After finishing his speech, Su Dingping didn't pause or even bother with pleasantries. He turned around and, with two key technical personnel, hurriedly left the reading room.

Click! The heavy anti-electromagnetic ballistic door closed and locked automatically, emitting a slight sealing and pressurizing sound.

The moment the door closed, Tang Ping felt as if all the oxygen in the sealed space had returned! The immense pressure vanished by more than half! Su Dingping was gone! He left the troublesome Guo Xueyun here as a guard! Three hours!

Three hours is enough for his well-trained "Nighthawk"! No high-definition filming? What a joke!

Embedded in the tiny structure of the right frame of his special gold-rimmed glasses, modified with nanotechnology, is a high-resolution spectral scanning camera, smaller than the tip of a pin!

This is his last trump card! And his greatest asset on this trip!

His greedy gaze just now was to activate the device's autofocus!

Guo Xueyun sat in the floating chair, casually looking at the information panel on her wrist, seemingly genuinely handling work.

Tang Ping immediately adopted an even more focused and serious expression, leaning slightly forward towards the desktop projector. He even pulled out a small leather notebook and an expensive gold pen from somewhere and began to "take notes" with great seriousness.

"Tsk tsk... Absolutely ingenious! Engineer Guo, look here, the optimized design of the dragon scale layered structure is simply turning the rotten into the miraculous..."

While praising the model, Tang Ping subtly "observed" every detail of the projection model from various angles.

His right hand appeared to be holding a pen and quickly taking notes in a notebook, but in reality, he was controlling a miniature controller hidden in a wristwatch beneath his cuff.

The ultra-miniature scanner built into the left frame flashes silently at high frequency, clearly scanning, recording, compressing, and encrypting every pixel and every data line on the projection. Then, through a special low-power miniature quantum encryption transmission module embedded in his heel, the data stream is packaged and uploaded!
Time ticked by. The only sounds in the sealed room were the faint background noise of the simulation equipment, the occasional soft electronic clicks from Guo Xueyun on the panel, and Tang Ping's own heart pounding like a drum, growing louder and louder. Sweat silently soaked his back and inner lining.

Two hours and fifty minutes... two hours and fifty-eight minutes... as the countdown timer on the desktop jumped to the last minute...

beep!

With a crisp beep, the holographic projection vanished instantly, and the desktop returned to its cold, smooth state. Tang Ping's data transfer progress bar also reached its end! Upload complete!
A surge of overwhelming joy swept through Tang Ping's body like an electric current. His fingers stiffened for a moment. He took a deep breath to control the urge to shout, forcing himself to show a hint of regret and unfulfilled curiosity on his face.

"Oh my, so fast... I'm still not satisfied! I'm still not satisfied! Chief Su's thinking is truly divine!"

Guo Xueyun looked up at him and smiled, but there was no warmth in her smile.

"The information is valuable, I hope Mr. Tang understands."

Chief Su is estimated to be back soon.

Her gaze swept over Tang Ping's expensive suit collar, which was slightly damp with sweat, as if she didn't care at all.

A few days later, on the third basement floor of the Eagle Tribe's highest technology center building, there was a strategic black box laboratory that was even more secure than a bank vault.

Outside the thick lead glass stood Dr. Eaton Osborn, the true head of the Eagle Research Department, a white, elderly scientist who always wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle and whose hair looked as if it had been struck by lightning.

He was staring intently at the original high-precision scanned image of the "Dragon Star Confidential Blueprints" that Tang Ping had sent back at all costs, which was flowing across the internal holographic screen, along with the accompanying principle analysis diagram.

Inside the laboratory, a team of elites, personally selected by him and representing the pinnacle of physics and engineering, was frantically modeling and simulating on the supercomputer like a tightly wound precision instrument, attempting to immediately analyze the blueprint structure and reproduce the operating model of its key units.

Time ticked by. At first, there were whispers of amazement.

"This magnetic field topology...is unprecedented..."

"Plasma confinement can actually work like this?"

"Look at the design of this heat exchange channel... a brilliant idea!"

Soon, the whispers turned into surprise and doubt.

"Wait a minute... the energy density input here is inconsistent with the feedback from the magnetic field strength matching model!"

"Stress simulation of structural strength under extreme temperature gradient... fracture point?!"
That's impossible!

Then came the suppressed arguments.

"The material ratio is incorrect! Our lab simply doesn't have the critical parameters for molecular structural stability!"

"The spatial logic of this magnetically coupled region... does not conform to the fundamental laws of physics!"

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

A furious and incredulous shout erupted from Dr. Osborn's gaunt chest!

His bloodshot eyes almost bulged out from behind his thick glasses, and his veiny hands slammed down on the heavy lead glass protective wall, making the entire panel vibrate!

"Fake! It's fake! A complete and utter deception!"

His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with a frantic rage at being fooled, and his finger trembled as he pointed to a physics simulation warning line on the screen indicating a critical node had broken.

"The core structural parameters of the magnetic field generating unit in this design!"
There exists a fatal difference between it and the energy input port that cannot be reconciled by any physical law! Under this set magnetic flux intensity, the energy input at the moment of activation will be like the most ferocious bison, directly smashing through the magnetic wall and completely tearing the entire device apart!
Not to mention the crucial data that was hidden in the elemental ratio report of the dragon scale core material, which was fundamentally unable to stabilize the structure!
Under high temperature and pressure, they will immediately collapse and self-destruct like a sandcastle!

The entire laboratory fell into a deathly silence! Everyone was stunned by the old scientist's almost frantic and furious diagnosis!
Dr. Osborn seemed to have used all his strength to slide down against the cold protective glass, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, revealing eyes that were a mixture of rage, frustration, and a hint of absurdity.

"Great Chief... Your Excellency the Great Chief..."

He roared at the encrypted communication loudspeaker that was already connected and hanging to the side.

“What we got… is poison! It’s poison carefully concocted by the devil! You want to build that damned Dragon Star with this blueprint? The only outcome is that it will become a super firecracker that’s hundreds of times louder than that ridiculous Indian EMP weapon! And…” He took a breath and uttered the judgment that was enough to freeze anyone’s heart.

"This data contains at least three major, interconnected fundamental logical errors, and is full of deliberately misleading traps. To prove that the entire blueprint design is flawed and to clear all the traps to obtain relatively accurate data... it would be impossible without reinventing modern electromagnetism and solid-state physics!"

That would take at least... ten years!
Ten years! We've been played! We've been completely fooled by that devil from Longxia!

Outside the lead wall, the laboratory was deathly silent, with only bewildered faces on everyone's faces.

On the other side of the ocean, in the magnificent office of the Great Eagle Chieftain, the highest-level encrypted telephone rang with a piercing buzz.

"Yes, Night Hawk..."

The executive officer who gave the report sounded visibly alarmed and incredulous.

"Connect him to me!"

The chieftain's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, carrying a fury that was on the verge of exploding and capable of burning everything.

Three seconds later, Tang Ping's highly encrypted line, carrying a hint of humility and ingratiation, was connected.

"Tang Ping!"

The roar of the Great Eagle Chieftain pierced through the high-fidelity diaphragm instantly, carrying thunderous fury and endless cold killing intent, clearly entering the receiver of the secure phone where Tang Ping was hiding, as if firing a cannon directly into his soul!
"Useless! You're a million times more stupid than those snake-charlatan swindlers from the Indian tribe! You've wasted my strategic reserves worth hundreds of billions of star coins! And all you've brought back is a pile of garbage! A piece of dog shit that will send the entire R&D center to hell!"

Every word was like a bullet coated with ice shards.

"That Su Dingping!"

He saw right through you, you idiot!
He's toying with you! Like a cat playing with a mouse under its paws! In his eyes, you're nothing more than a pathetic, laughable, idiotic transport captain! Feeding their soaring dragon with our precious blood! How dare you tell me the mission is complete? Huh?!

On the other end of the phone, Tang Ping felt as if he had been struck by an invisible hammer! His mind went completely blank! Cold sweat poured out like a burst dam, soaking his pajamas!

All his luck and joy instantly turned into a cold, overwhelming fear that could crush his soul! He was exposed! He was really exposed! Su Dingping's cold eyes, the slap that came down on his head, and Guo Xueyun's emotionless smile... all these scenes flashed rapidly through his mind, which was being torn apart by fear!
"No...impossible...Great Chief! Please believe me! I used the highest standard..."

He stammered incoherently, his voice trembling uncontrollably, gripped by an unprecedented despair.

"It's that Su Dingping! He's too cunning..."

"Shut up!"

The chieftain abruptly interrupted him, his voice filled with such murderous intent it was almost palpable.

"Get back to your hole, shut your dog mouth, and continue being that mole!"

"Great Chief... I... I've been exposed! Longxia's National Security... they..."

Tang Ping's voice was choked with sobs.

"Exposed?!"

So what?

The chieftain's voice suddenly rose, filled with blatant threat and disdain.

"You want to run away now? Want to hide out and become a rich old man?"

He let out a chilling laugh.

"Tang Ping, Night Hawk. You'd better pray you haven't been completely exposed! If you dare to leave your mission position now... even if you escape to the deepest underground castle in Eagle's homeland..."

His voice was cold and slow, each word like a knife.

"I will personally issue the highest-level extradition and arrest warrant for treason and espionage! I will arrest you and make you lose all your dignity in a military court! I will make you rot like a worm in the darkest deep-sea fortress prison for the rest of your life! Do you understand?"

You worthless dog! If you don't want things to be a million times worse than this, tuck your tail between your legs and get back there! Lick Su Dingping's shoes and keep stealing! Even if you only bring back a pile of trash! Steal until you die there!

Beep, beep, beep—! The other party abruptly cut off the communication amidst overwhelming anger and disdainful laughter.

Tang Ping stood frozen in place, clutching the communicator in his hand, which had already been disconnected but was still emitting a busy tone, as if he were holding the body of a cold, venomous snake.

The night outside the window remained gentle, but he felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. It was over. It was all over.

He had become a trapped pawn, with the Eagle's side a precipice and the Dragon Summer's side an even deeper den of dragons and tigers! A wave of immense fear and suffocation washed over him, chilling him to the bone and making him feel like vomiting.

He lunged to the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the luxury apartment building, gasping for breath. Looking down at the once bustling yet now icy and fraught with danger urban jungle, an unprecedented despair overwhelmed him.

The science and technology new city where the Longxin Laboratory is located has become a world-renowned fusion city, its dazzling light piercing the sky like a sharp sword.

But beneath the cold shadow of this glorious halo, far away in the vast northern wilderness, deep within the power core of another enormous tribe—the Kremlin Dome of the Russian Bear—a suffocating cloud of jealousy is permeating the air.

A high-level, closed-door meeting is taking place in a luxurious conference room filled with the aroma of fine cigars and heavy oak.

On the huge round table, a projection screen clearly displayed the brief yet world-shaking announcement released by Longxia's official team.

"Longxing" has successfully operated for over 72 hours!
Seated at the head of the table is Grand Prince Vasily, the supreme commander of the Bear tribe.

His Slavic face, etched with the marks of frost and snow as if carved by a knife, was as somber as the impending blizzard outside the window. His large fingers tapped irritably on the old oak tabletop, producing a dull, oppressive "tap-tap."

His gaze swept across the assembled military leaders and senior academicians from several top national academies of sciences with a sharp, piercing look.

"...Three days."

Grand Prince Vasily's voice was low and hoarse, filled with exhaustion and offended anger, like the growl of a wounded brown bear.

Three days and seventy-two hours!

That Long Xia!

That tribe that just learned to build tractors? That place that only sells shirts and toys? They've developed a fusion reactor? And it's a stellarator, a stellarator! We've poured generations of our lives into it! We've practically emptied the national treasury! (End of Chapter)