Siheyuan: I eat melons while doing scientific research

Chapter 1359 No wonder I couldn't help it (5k)

However, unlike these researchers of the kingdom, a person who was also in the kingdom looked at this report with a thoughtful expression.

While its overall capabilities are still somewhat lacking, it has indeed established a clear advantage in certain advantageous areas.

It seems their habit of concentrating forces to gain an advantage in localized battlefields and focusing on eliminating key targets remains unchanged. This applies to both the battlefield and scientific research.

He couldn't help but think of one of his elders.

But thinking about those things now was a bit premature. He focused his attention back on the paper. Although it wasn't in this specific field, it didn't prevent him from understanding the paper without any difficulty. They were all physics, after all; they were all the same.
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Perhaps our sincerity was clearly felt by the Russian side, and they acted quickly. Before August was even over, the first batch of data had already been handed over to us, including some overall data on the graphite pile.

Although detailed construction drawings and screws are not yet available, at least a glimpse of the overall picture of this graphite reactor has been obtained.

Upon receiving the report, the leaders of the National Defense Commission immediately asked their comrades to prepare a set of materials and a room.

He picked up the phone and called the Third Branch of the Third Rolling Mill: "Comrade Zhendong, the goods you ordered have arrived. Come and inspect them."

Gao Zhendong hung up the phone, extremely excited. The National Defense Commission said the goods had arrived. What else could it be? It must be top-quality goods.

Sitting in the car on the way to the National Defense Commission, Gao Zhendong was eager to get started, and the driver could sense it.

Because Chief Engineer Gao very rarely said, "Drive faster!"

This is very rare for Chief Engineer Gao, who is known for his steady and reliable approach.

It's no wonder Gao Zhendong was excited; anyone would be! Let alone a long-time military enthusiast, even if you're not a military enthusiast, being shown the nuclear reactor materials would excite anyone.

There's a saying that goes, "If you stomp, you'll get numb too."

Upon arriving at the National Defense Commission, Gao Zhendong went through a lot of formalities before finally reaching a room where the leaders were waiting for him.

"Comrade Zhendong, this is what you wanted. It's not complete, but I estimate it's enough for now. You probably don't have time for anything too detailed," the defense committee leader said with a smile.

Those overly detailed drawings would probably be too much for Gao Zhendong to read, let alone understand. Even if he could, he wouldn't bother. Too much detail would be pointless and unnecessary.

Gao Zhendong is not picky; he'll look at anything that's available.

Moreover, he looked at this thing for two reasons: first, to satisfy his curiosity, and second, to find a legitimate reason and pretext for his next move.

"However, you know the rules. You can only look at the documents here; you can't take them away. I'm sorry to trouble you, but you can come here to access the relevant documents at any time within the specified time." The leader pointed to the room, which contained not only a desk but also a bed and some basic necessities.

Gao Zhendong was very satisfied; the leader's arrangements were indeed thoughtful.

"Okay, I'll take a look first. Boss, to be honest, I can't wait." Gao Zhendong rubbed his hands together and said with a shameless smile.

"Oh, so you're telling me to get out?" The leader laughed heartily, but he understood Gao Zhendong's feelings. Anyone who was seriously doing technical work would feel the same way: "Alright, you can take a look first. If you need anything, just ask the comrade on duty outside."

Gao Zhendong nodded, took the initiative to see the leader off, turned around and sat down with a satisfied thud, gently touching the pile of documents on the table as if stroking a treasure.

The ultimate achievement for a military enthusiast is this, so he can't help but be excited.

He called home to say he had something to do and wouldn't be back for a while, so as not to worry Lou Xiao'e. Then he also called the Third Branch Factory, instructing them to leave all matters to Factory Director Zheng, so that the management of the Third Branch Factory wouldn't be disrupted and affect operations.

After doing all this, he solemnly turned to the first page and began to read on, and he sat there for many days.
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Zhou Yi, a department of the Secret Investigation Bureau.

A lieutenant colonel was handling his daily affairs when a piece of news inadvertently caught his attention.

As a lieutenant colonel in the Secret Investigation Bureau, he has access to a wide range of information that is strictly confidential and cannot be heard outside. At least within each individual's work scope, such information is not protected from them, nor can it be, otherwise their work would be impossible.

Although this intelligence was strange and varied, some of it was extremely important, so important that the lieutenant colonel was itching to send it out.

However, he still adhered to the latest requirements: do nothing unless absolutely necessary.

But this time, when he saw the news, he clenched his fists, his expression even became somewhat ferocious, his nostrils flared incessantly, and his eyes reddened.

Although his fingernails were short, they still dug deep into the flesh of his palm from clenching his fist, leaving a deep mark.

"We've finally found your trail..."

The thought that this person was still alive and well, eating the flesh and blood of his comrades, made his heart pound with fear.

For this lieutenant colonel, his greatest advantage was that, compared to the person he was looking for, he was the enemy in the open while the enemy remained hidden. This was originally both his advantage and his vice over the other comrades on the island, but in his case, the situation was reversed.

Due to work arrangements, he happened to be one of the small group of comrades that the other person didn't know about, and he worked in the Secret Investigation Bureau, which was his biggest weapon.

This job allows me to access many things that others don't, like what I'm doing now.

He was, after all, working on the covert front, and he knew very well that such emotions could not be maintained for long, and strictly speaking, they could not even be shown.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. Then, without making a sound, he carefully read through the intelligence report and memorized the information.

He silently read the message several times in his mind, making sure that not a single punctuation mark was wrong, before turning the page.

After getting off work, he didn't rush to take action. Instead, he waited another day until his day off, and then, under the cover of night, he headed towards the safe house where the satellite communication terminal was stored.

After confirming that there were no tails following him, he took a roundabout route through an uninhabited house next door to the safe house and entered the safe house.

Upon entering, he leaned against the window, parted the curtains slightly, and peered out for a while to make sure no one was around before proceeding with his next move. It was a dead-end alley; the only door leading to the next alley was on the wall of his safe house. As long as he was sure no one was in front of him, that was enough.

He took out his satellite communication terminal, checked the battery level, and saw it was still over 90%, which reassured him. This meant he wouldn't have to worry about a power outage while waiting to send the message.

He glanced at the calendar, did some mental calculations, and quickly began operating the communication terminal. Fortunately, his learning of simplified Chinese phonetic symbols during this period had been quite effective; for most people engaged in covert work, strong learning ability is almost an essential skill.

The reason he was in such a hurry was because, coincidentally, according to the ephemeris calculations, the satellite would soon be in the sky, which was why he chose to do this today.

He skillfully edited the intelligence report, which didn't contain much content; it was basically the 5Ws of journalism: who, when, where, and what.

He didn't even know the "Why" in the 5Ws.

The most important factors in this matter are the people, the time, and the place.

He adjusted the direction of the satellite terminal antenna, pressed the "wait to send" button, and sat quietly to the side, watching the yellow light indicating that it was waiting to send flash one by one.

He was growing impatient. Although he had experienced many struggles and seen it all, this matter was quite different, making him somewhat restless. Just as he was waiting anxiously, the yellow light suddenly flashed, and a green indicator light next to it lit up.

"The satellite is coming!" the lieutenant colonel thought to himself. He still wasn't used to saying "there's a signal," so he used a different way of saying it.

A green light began to flash.

The lieutenant colonel was overjoyed. According to the instruction manual, this was the instruction for the terminal to start sending data. It was just one last step away!

Shortly after, the flashing green light stopped, and the yellow light, which was waiting to be sent, turned green.

He clapped his hands: "It's done!"

He cleared the messages stored on the satellite terminal and checked if there were any specific tasks for him.

The mail receiving area was completely empty. Clearly, his superiors did not want him to take any rash actions; safety was the top priority, and they were waiting for the future.

Similar instructions had been broadcast to him countless times on the radio; compared to satellite, radio was still very effective at sending him simple messages and instructions.

However, he no longer needs to copy down the code for radio broadcasts, because he has heard the code for the four words "silent waiting" so many times that he can memorize it and decode it after listening to it once.

His family valued safety above all else, which deeply moved him.

For him, sending that message meant his biggest mission was complete, and he wasn't afraid of being discovered now. Whatever his original mission may have been, after experiencing such a drastic change, he felt this matter was now the most important.

Even though his superiors hadn't assigned him this task, he still proactively reported it after discovering the trail. Nothing was more important than this; when doing covert work, initiative is essential.

He quickly put away the satellite terminal and carefully hid it away; it was an invaluable treasure. Fortunately, this time it was connected to the municipal power supply the entire time, so he didn't need to recharge it before leaving.

After observing for a while and confirming that it was safe, he quietly left the safe house.

At a satellite data center in Jinchen, two colleagues are intently on duty. On the wall is a row of special clocks, one of which displays a negative number and is counting down.

This indicates that, according to the ephemeris, the satellite corresponding to this ephemeris clock is about to transmit data to the nearest data receiving station. Although the ephemeris indicates that this receiving station is located in the distant Shujiang, this does not actually affect the fact that the data center will receive the relevant data quickly.

Soon, a row of green LEDs on a machine lit up and then went out one by one. This kind of hardcore hardware countdown progress bar is very common these days. Shujiang's data was transmitted.

Once all the green lights went out, the comrades began checking the data, wondering what they would find next.

In fact, they knew immediately that they would definitely reap a reward today.

The computer used for data retrieval emitted a beeping alarm, and a small area on the screen showed a "1" that was constantly flashing.

"There's Level 1 data!" a colleague reported, and the shift leader immediately rushed over from his desk.

Forward this immediately!

For Level 1 data, they don't know where the data comes from or where it's going, and they know nothing about the content. It's encrypted, and they don't have the data decryption authority or the decryption key.

They only know level 1 data, which comes with a forwarding destination number and will be automatically forwarded after confirmation.

As for who this number actually represents, don't worry about that. If you meddle too much, someone will come after you.

I've heard there's an even more mysterious and advanced level 0 data. This level sounds like something those guys using C language came up with. As we all know, C programmers don't start counting from 1, they start from 0.

But the comrades had never seen this kind of data before. That stuff was even more mysterious; it didn't even pass through their system. The machines processed and forwarded it automatically.

The forwarding speed was very fast. At almost the same time, in the communications room of a unit in Jinchen, a duty computer emitted a piercing alarm sound.

The staff on duty made a similar exclamation to their colleagues at the satellite data center, and then followed the same procedure as their colleagues at the satellite data center; they could only forward the message, not view it.

Finally, the data reached a comrade, but less than 30 minutes had passed since the lieutenant colonel of the Security Bureau pressed the send button.

The comrade opened the data and his eyes narrowed immediately.

"This comrade, why is he disobeying orders and sending back data without authorization? This could seriously affect his safety. He should be criticized on the radio next time." He muttered to himself, but before he could finish, he saw the contents of the intelligence report.

Then he got stuck.

"This...this...no wonder he risked sending back intelligence on his own initiative, so that's what happened..." This comrade understood the comrade from the Secret Investigation Bureau somewhat. Anyone in his position would probably find it hard to resist.

The intelligence was actually quite simple, but also very clear.

A colonel from the Secret Service will travel to a coastal island where sporadic artillery battles are taking place on a certain date and at a certain time to help train the local people in counter-surveillance skills.

This intelligence is highly credible.

Although this place is controlled by the other side, it's actually the closest to our city; it's visible to the naked eye, and even clearer with binoculars. Decades later, one of our city's tourism projects will involve taking tourists to the beach to see the slogans on the other side—a kind of immersive tourism experience.

But now, none of that exists; what flies back and forth are artillery shells. Although after the most concentrated bombardments, there was no longer continuous shelling, but rather shelling every other day, or even longer, the artillery battle continued for 21 years.

Moreover, since entering this era, although this place is nominally engaged in artillery battles, it is actually relatively safe. After all, in order to maintain a certain kind of connection, even though we have completely gained air and sea superiority in the near seas and with the successive deployment of new weapons such as missile boats, air-to-air missiles, electronic reconnaissance ships, and new warships, we are still allowed to resupply and rotate troops here.

No wonder he dared to go to that place; as long as he kept it a secret and concealed his identity, there really wasn't much danger.

But man proposes, God disposes, and they were eventually discovered.

The most important point in this intelligence report is that he would definitely go to a certain location at a certain fixed time. It was a kind of opening ceremony, at a training ground of the local garrison.

The place is large, well-equipped, and convenient for operations; the absence of ordinary people makes secrecy easy...

What's even safer is that this training ground is located at the easternmost tip of the island, beyond the effective range of our artillery used for artillery battles. We've been fighting artillery battles for so many years and have never been hit.

Although the artillery was within reach in a straight line, the objective of this artillery battle was rather unique. Killing was not the primary goal, and due to limitations imposed by the artillery positions, the area did not suffer much damage.

They really know how to pick a location.

Our comrade responsible for contacting this underground worker in the Secret Investigation Bureau immediately stood up and rushed to his actual direct superior, who wasn't even in the building he was in.

This is a matter of great importance and must be reported as soon as possible. This intelligence is time-sensitive, and no matter how it is used, a decision must be made before the deadline.

(End of this chapter)