Invasion of America

Chapter 48 Shake people
After leaving the duplex apartment in Genting Highlands, Lieutenant Lula raised his hand to stop a taxi on the side of the road, got in the car, and reported the address of the National Guard barracks.

After the car started, he leaned back in his seat, looked through the window, and watched the pedestrians hurrying by on the street.

The city's neon lights flickered in the night, but his mood could not be as relaxed as the lights.

The car had been driving for about ten minutes when Lula suddenly said, "Let's stop here." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and pulled over without asking any questions.

Lula paid the fare and walked along the sidewalk for about a hundred meters after getting off the bus. His pace was neither fast nor slow, but his eyes kept glancing behind him.

After confirming that no one was following him, he quickly turned into an alley.

An inconspicuous gray station wagon on the side of the road opened its door. He stepped forward and jumped into the car, and the door closed again.

There were already several people sitting in the car, both men and women, all dressed and looking very ordinary.

As soon as Lula sat down, a man wearing black-framed glasses came over with an electromagnetic detector in his hand and began to examine him carefully.

The other woman scanned his clothing with a professional eye, her fingers lightly pinching every place where a device might be hidden.

Lula was calm and reported in a low voice: "I met the Chinese boy named Victor and conveyed my superior's intention to him.

I didn’t stay in his office for long and didn’t come into contact with anyone. It’s impossible for me to have…”

Before he could finish his words, the woman's fingers stopped at the inside of his shirt and she pulled out a black device the size of a thumbtack from the seam.

Lula's pupils suddenly contracted, a fine layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead, his mouth became dry, and his breathing became heavy.

"What is this?" His voice trembled.

The man with black-framed glasses took the small device and examined it carefully for a few seconds. Then he shook his head at his companion and whispered:

"It's a low-power eavesdropping tracker with an effective range of no more than 500 meters. They probably just want to confirm your whereabouts, and haven't exposed you yet."

The atmosphere in the car eased a little.

The leader sitting in the passenger seat took the 'small thumbtack', crushed it with his fingers, and then threw it into the trash can in the car.

He turned his head and looked at Lula sharply: "Don't think too much. You have done a great job by taking the initiative to contact us and being willing to expose these termites lurking within the country."

Lula’s face was still pale, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the cloth on her knees, “I felt something was wrong when I attacked the Chris family last time.

The guy named Victor kept giving me money and openly bribed my subordinates. At that time, he had the governor's authorization, and I even helped him call in the Air Force's Osprey.

But I never thought that my superiors would want to contact him and sell out national interests just to make money. I really can't accept it."

The leader shook his head and said, "Those guys are not just after money, they are also after power.

They are professionally trained agents, extremely cunning and brutal.

The bodyguards around that Chinese boy are elites from the CIA and the Secret Service. Don't underestimate their vigilance.

They might just pass by you and plant a bug on you. You have to be careful to hide yourself. If they find you, we can't help you at all."

Lula took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He nodded, his voice a little dry: "What should I do next?"

"Just follow your superior's instructions. Take the money and don't do anything else." The leader's tone left no room for questioning.

"Will I contact you again when the two groups make the deal?" Lula asked.

"No," the leader shook his head, "Don't contact us again. I will contact you when necessary."

Lula was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "What if those termites really succeed in smuggling it?"

The chief's eyes grew serious. He turned around, looked directly into Lula's eyes, and spoke in a low and serious tone:
"Lieutenant Lula, you have no idea how important you are, nor how dire the situation is.

Those people have seized public power, infiltrated the Department of Homeland Security, have people in all key government departments, and monitor all affairs of the country.

They even evolved into evil organizations like the 'Tree of Justice', which, like blood-sucking vines, entangled the main body of the country.

Our Efficiency Department was established precisely to fight against those corrupt traitors. We are the ones with real ideals and have always wanted to find evidence of their crimes.

But the opponent is too strong and too cunning. We can never find a breakthrough. Instead, we will be persecuted by those traitors because our investigation intentions are exposed.

This is an extremely cruel game, where the powerful oppress the weak, and justice does not necessarily prevail. We have no way out; victory is death.

You are our only hope now. Keeping yourself safe is more important than anything else.

Next, they will track you, monitor you, and even threaten you. You and your family will be in their sight.

Without absolute certainty, we can only endure until the enemy is completely exposed."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and patted Lula on the shoulder, and with a mixture of helplessness and determination, he blessed him: "May God bless you and America."

Lula looked stunned and nodded heavily, "I understand. I will fight the traitors to the death."
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Zhou Qingfeng opened the website of the U.S. Department of Commerce, found the export control list, and saw what was prohibited from being sold to the Eastern superpower.

The answer is obvious. The hottest topic in recent years has been the semiconductor ban, which includes advanced chips, software, and related materials.

For example, Nvidia's AI chip, the NVL200 supercomputing system built with B72 as the core, has a total price of US$300 million.

Let’s compare it with the Ascend 910C, which can be produced domestically.

性能上，B200的FP16算力是昇腾910C的约31倍，显存带宽是10倍以上。

B200 has been shipped in large quantities, but the production of Ascend 910C is still limited. The main model used in China is the Ascend 910B with weaker performance.

Such a huge gap cannot be closed by simply increasing the number of machines. It would take you ten or twenty years to complete the computational workload that others can complete in a year. The efficiency gap is too great.

Although the Eastern giant's DS has made innovations in algorithms, with the explosive growth of artificial intelligence and big data applications, the demand for computing power will only increase and not decrease.

The AI ​​industry often builds clusters of thousands or even millions of cards, and large IT companies place orders worth tens or hundreds of billions of dollars, with no end in sight for demand in the short term.

It is precisely because of the ban that in the past two years, as long as relevant products can be obtained from abroad, they can always be sold domestically, the only difference is the price increase.

A supercomputer system is just a large cabinet, expensive and easily smuggled. If it were delivered using a US military system, it wouldn't be subject to customs restrictions or tariffs. With connections to the Department of Homeland Security, Monica said she was sure she could secure the supply.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was already worried about how to spend his money, now had to worry about finding clients. However, he had no idea what to do, and the only person he could find was Marco, who had just arrived yesterday.
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"Looking for me?" After meeting Zhou Qingfeng, Marco had actually planned to return to China.

As the vice president of 'Holy Light', Kelly will go with him to see the specific strength of 'Electric Flight'.

"President Zhou, can you get the AI ​​chip that the US has banned from export? There's definitely a market for it."

AI has become a trend in China, just like the "quantum" trend two years ago, the "photolithography machine" trend five or six years ago, and the "nano" trend more than ten years ago.
Even elderly people are now using AI to tell fortunes. AI projects are being launched everywhere, and a large number of AI products designed to deceive fools have emerged.

"President Zhou, I can help you find customers in China, but this product obviously can't be imported through normal channels. How do you plan to deliver it?"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to say that he wanted the US military to deliver the goods. Instead, he asked Marco where would be the most suitable place to deliver the goods?
He felt that Hong Kong might be more convenient, after all, it was closer to the mainland.

But Marcos disagreed with this. The reason was very simple. The relationship between China and the United States had been bad in recent years, and Hong Kong was an authentic spy capital in the Far East, with many people and many traitors.

Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself: "That's right. Letting the US military go to Hong Kong to deliver the goods will probably cause big trouble." He was a complete layman in this area and decided to try a different approach.

"How about this? I'll ask my logistics company if they can offer sea delivery options? For example, on the high seas, two ships could use helicopters to hand over the cargo."

"Delivering goods by helicopter on the high seas?" Marco thought this was too bizarre, like something out of a movie. "President Zhou, does your logistics company have that capability?"

"It's okay, it's okay. It's one of the logistics companies ranked relatively high in the world." Zhou Qingfeng felt that the US military's logistics capabilities should be okay.

"Which one? UPS, FedEx, DHL" Marco couldn't think of any logistics company that provided the service of transporting goods by helicopter on the high seas.

"Uh, keep it a secret for now. It's smuggling, so we can't reveal too much."

Marcos still shook his head. "President Zhou, isn't it too risky to ship by sea? You're selling a high-end product worth three million US dollars.

Three million is the FOB price. Shipping it to mainland China would probably cost double that. Breaking one is a huge loss. It's better to choose a reliable delivery method.

Don't worry, I'll go and ask around for you. There must be a safer and more efficient way to deliver the goods." Marco decided to try to find some connections first; there were professionals in this field in China.

"Okay, okay, go ahead and ask, but be quick. My logistics company won't wait."

"Don't worry, I'll ask when I get back."
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Marco took Zhou Qingfeng's request very seriously.

A day later, he flew back to China and immediately arranged for Kelly to visit the "Electric Flight".
At the same time, he took out his cell phone and dialed the numbers of several acquaintances, trying to find out how to "import" the banned chips.

Who to look for?
For this kind of thing, we must definitely ask the national team for help.

The "low-altitude economy" is an emerging industry that the country strongly supports, and although "electric flight" is not large in scale, it is also an enterprise that the city pays close attention to locally.

Marco had been involved in both the political and business circles for many years and had accumulated a certain amount of connections. He called several civil servants in the city who were related to him and tentatively inquired about the situation.

Less than an hour later, the phone rang.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. After the call was connected, the person on the other end introduced themselves as Director Xiao from the "Provincial Department of Science and Technology." His tone was calm and official:

"Mr. Ma, I heard you just came back from Miami? A company called 'Holy Light' said they can help purchase banned products in China?"

Marco was stunned. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

He briefly explained the situation, mentioning his experience in Miami, especially when he was greeted from the airport by a bulletproof 'Cadillac'.

There is also the "Eagle Emblem" of the U.S. State Department on the dashboard of the car.

On the other end of the line, Director Xiao's voice suddenly became low, as if he was weighing something. He asked in exceptionally detailed, almost inquiring questions:
"That car... is from the U.S. State Department? Are you sure?"

Marco could sense a hint of caution and caution in Director Xiao's tone. His heart tightened, realizing this might be more complicated than he'd imagined.

"Yes, there's an eagle emblem on the car. The driver said it's not for sale and was given to him through connections."

Marco answered truthfully, but he began to wonder in his heart how many layers of relationships were involved behind this phone call.

Director Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Mr. Ma, we must handle this matter carefully. If it's convenient for you, please make an appointment so we can talk in person."

"Of course, of course, this matter does require caution. In fact, we have some doubts about the 'Holy Light' company and President Zhou, and we don't know if he is bragging."

Marco was still trying to make some pleasantries when Director Xiao interrupted, "Are you free tonight?"

"In the evening?" Marco Shixin said, "I flew for more than ten hours just to get back, and I was thinking of going to bed early to catch up on some sleep."

But considering that Director Xiao was an official after all, Marco Shi agreed.
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After hanging up the phone, Xiao Jinlang frowned. He was a director, but not from the Provincial Department of Science and Technology.

A week ago, a research team of academicians from a well-known domestic university suddenly called the police.

It was said that a foreign company took the initiative to request cooperative research and development of biomedicine. Without any face-to-face contact, it provided $5 million in start-up capital and sent dozens of TB of data.

As soon as they opened the information, the entire team couldn't sit still.

There is a lot of confidential information in the documents, which is either stamped with the "Pentagon" watermark or the seal of a secret US military laboratory.

Even laymen can see that this thing is unusual, and experts are even more frightened - it contains a large amount of data from human experiments, and the research results are almost complete.

For example, viruses developed targeting the genes of the yellow race, and body enhancements that are only effective on white people.

Fortunately, there is no reproductive isolation between different human populations, and there is no virus that specifically kills a certain ethnic group.

But biological agents for body enhancement are indeed on the verge of success - all it takes is large-scale experiments and screening to find specific gene targets.

It has to be said that the United States does have a deep accumulation of experience in the medical field, and the intensity of the leaks is unprecedented, which has directly made it impossible for the domestic team to cope.

Because the case involved high-level confidentiality, ordinary police were unable to handle it and had to escalate the issue. This led to the involvement of the National Security Bureau to conduct an investigation.

Since the partner did not conceal his identity at all, Director Xiao, who was in charge of the matter, easily traced it back to the newly established "Holy Light".

This was what Zhou Qingfeng had considered before—professional matters should be left to professionals. He didn't understand biochemical pharmaceuticals, but he knew how to fix things!
The moment Kelly took off as the vice president of Holy Light, Director Xiao had already received the notification.

Could it be that the other party is here to make a contact?
(End of this chapter)