A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

The passionate atmosphere in the control room dissipated like a bucket of cold water after Qin Bing's sigh, hissing and emitting white smoke.

"Forty-eight hours? Impossible."

Qin Bing stared intently at the seemingly simple C-17 molecular formula on the screen, his brows furrowed deeply. He traced lines in the air with his fingers, as if trying to solve an unsolvable math problem.

"Bai Che, you're an engineer, you don't understand the pain of biochemical synthesis." Qin Bing took off her glasses, rubbed her bloodshot eyes, and said with a deep sense of helplessness, "The active ingredient in this thing, 'Deep Blue Enzyme-II,' can only be extracted from a specific type of deep-sea blue algae. The conversion rate of artificial synthesis is shockingly low, less than one ten-thousandth."

Several pharmacology experts nearby echoed his sentiments, their expressions even more grim than before.

"Moreover, the original cultivation base for this cyanobacteria was bought out by Pfizer thirty years ago." An elderly expert with a Mediterranean-looking hairstyle pointed to a mark on the electronic screen, his voice hoarse. "The wild population is now almost extinct. Even if we could get a sample, it would take at least three years to complete the entire industrial process, from cultivating the strain to fermentation, extraction, purification..."

"Three years?" Li Jianguo panicked upon hearing the number. "Three years is too late! We've already made our promises; if we can't produce anything in forty-eight hours, aren't we just handing our faces to be slapped?"

"That's the shrewdness of those capitalists," Su Wanqing said, arms crossed, her expression cold. "They not only applied for patents, but also monopolized the upstream raw materials. It's a moat; even if you know the formula, you can't swim across it."

All eyes turned to Bai Che once again.

I thought having the recipe would turn things around, but it turned out to be an empty promise that couldn't be fulfilled. This feeling of being given hope and then having it extinguished is even more psychologically damaging than despair.

Bai Che remained leaning against the control panel, the half-eaten chocolate still in his hand. Listening to the complaints of these top industry experts, his face showed not anxiety, but rather a hint of... helplessness, as if looking at an old relic.

"Who told you I was going to make medicine?"

Bai Che tossed the last bit of chocolate into his mouth, clapped his hands, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he were talking about what to eat for dinner.

The entire audience was stunned.

"No...no drug development?" Qin Bing was stunned. "How can you treat illnesses without developing drugs? C-17 is essentially a targeted therapy!"

"Old Qin, this is a fixed mindset." Bai Che straightened up, walked to the huge holographic projection, and with a flick of his finger, swept the complex chemical formula aside like shooing away a fly.

"Competing with those drug dealers who have been playing with chemistry for a hundred years in terms of synthesis, purification, and raw materials is like being led by the nose on their chessboard."

Bai Che turned around, the dark blue light from the reactor behind him illuminating his slightly arrogant profile.

"I'm an engineer, not a pharmacist. As an engineer, my approach to problem-solving should be more direct, more forceful, more... hardcore."

He snapped his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"Fuxi".

"Yes, Father."

"In the name of life, let's embark on a new journey." Bai Che's eyes suddenly sharpened. "The first step is not to create medicine, but to create an army."

"Command confirmed."

boom!

The image on the screen instantly collapsed and reformed. The small spheres representing carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen atoms disappeared, replaced by countless lines shimmering with a silvery-white metallic luster.

It wasn't a gentle biological curve, but rather a mechanical geometry brimming with industrial aesthetics.

Gears, connecting rods, micro motors, piezoelectric ceramic actuators... tens of thousands of extremely precise micro-parts, with the support of Fuxi's massive computing power, mesh and assemble wildly.

In just a few seconds, a miniature creature resembling a deep-sea octopus, yet entirely crafted from silver metal, floated in the center of the screen. It wielded eight mechanical arms equipped with nanoscale sharp scissors, exuding a chillingly ruthless aura.

"What...what is this?" The Mediterranean-looking expert stared wide-eyed, his reading glasses almost slipping off his nose.

Code name: Xingtian.

Bai Che looked at the small silver thing with a tender gaze, as if he were looking at his own child. "Scientific name: In vivo interventional nano-targeted surgical robot."

"The data from C-17 wasn't wasted." Bai Che pointed to the sensor flashing red on the robot's head. "The most valuable thing about C-17 isn't its killing mechanism, but its 'navigation system' that can accurately identify proteins on the surface of cancer cells. Fuxi extracted this navigation logic and wrote it into the chips of these little guys."

"This...this is utterly ridiculous!"

A professor from the bioengineering department finally couldn't hold back any longer. He waved his arms excitedly, as if he had seen something outrageous. "Injecting metal robots into blood vessels? Those are foreign objects! They'll cause a severe immune storm! And what about the power source? These things are so small, you can't even fit a battery in them! Are you going to plug them with an electrical wire?!"

"Yes, it's all for nothing!" Qin Bing exclaimed anxiously. "And these are cancer cells, numbering in the hundreds of millions! Are you going to build hundreds of millions of robots to put inside? And control them one by one? The computing power required would burn up even the Tianhe-2 supercomputer!"

Doubts arose one after another. This is understandable; in traditional biological understanding, this is indeed a fantasy.

Bai Che didn't refute, but listened quietly, and then the corner of his mouth curled up in a smile that he had long expected.

"Fuxi, demonstrate to the experts what 'dimensional reduction attack' truly means."

"receive."

The background of the large screen instantly turned dark red, simulating the environment of human blood vessels.

A hideous black cancer cell was clinging to the blood vessel wall, greedily devouring the surrounding nutrients.

Just then, a silvery-white wave suddenly surged in from afar.

Those were tens of thousands of "Xingtian" nanobots. They were like a conscious swarm of bees, perfectly synchronized and obeying orders without question.

"Regarding the power source," Fuxi's icy voice rang out, "it is powered by a wireless microwave array. The energy core—is the Kunlun Fusion Reactor beneath your feet."

In the scene, as an invisible wave swept across, the previously still swarm of nanobots was instantly activated, and the tiny coils on their bodies lit up with a ghostly blue light.

"As long as they are within the energy broadcast range of the Kunlun base, or carry a miniature repeater, they are perpetual motion machines."

"Regarding control."

The silver swarm in the image instantly dispersed, forming a perfectly tactical formation that completely surrounded the cancer cell.

"There's no need to control them one by one. Using swarm intelligence, each node is both a soldier and a commander. And I am their supreme commander."

The next second, the killing began.

There is no chemical penetration, and no side effects of fighting poison with poison.

This is purely a physical form of torture.

Hundreds of "Xingtian" robots, wielding nanoscale alloy shears, rushed forward and began a frenzied "demolition" of the cancer cells. Cell membranes were shredded, cell nuclei were physically destroyed, and the once invincible cancer cells were forcibly dismantled into a pile of harmless protein fragments by this group of ruthless metal butchers in less than 0.1 seconds.

violence.

efficient.

And there is absolutely no room for negotiation.

"This is what I want." Bai Che looked at the exploding black fragments in the simulation, his eyes reflecting a silvery light. "Don't try to influence the cancer cells, and don't expect drugs to poison them."

"Since they are heretics, then let them be put to a physical salvation."

The control room was deathly silent.

All the experts gaped, feeling as if their worldviews had been thoroughly discredited.

This isn't healing; it's clearly a microscopic interstellar war!

"This..." Qin Bing's hand trembled as he pointed at the screen, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. He wanted to refute, but the perfectly calculated data was like iron, blocking all his excuses.

"But..." Su Wanqing's voice broke the silence.

She walked to Bai Che's side, her expression more solemn than ever. Looking at the silver "Xing Tian," her eyes held not only shock but also a deep worry.

"Bai Che, do you know what this means?"

Su Wanqing lowered her voice, so only the two of them could hear, "If this thing really comes to fruition, it won't just be a few pharmaceutical companies that collapse. The entire medical system, from chemotherapy equipment to targeted drugs, even surgery... will be upended. We will become the enemy of global capital. They will do anything to destroy us, and even... destroy you."

This isn't just about touching someone's cheese; it's about overturning the whole table and smashing the cheese-making pot.

Bai Che turned to look at her.

At this moment, although Su Wanqing's eyes were filled with fear, her hand instinctively grabbed his sleeve, gripping it tightly until her knuckles turned white.

She was afraid.

But she did not back down.

Bai Che felt a warmth in his heart and took her cold hand in his, the warmth of his palm passing through his skin.

"Senior Su, do you remember what I told you in the library?" Bai Che said softly.

Su Wanqing was taken aback and looked at him blankly.

"I said, if the world is wrong, then fix it."

Bai Che released his grip, turned to face the group of engineers who were still in a daze, and suddenly waved his hand, his movements as decisive as a blade.

"Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, I still venture into the tiger's den."

"Fuxi! Take over the heavy industry production line at the Kunlun base!"

"Target identified: Fully automated high-precision lithography machine, microelectromechanical system (MEMS) packaging stage, and superconducting material furnace!"

"Since they don't want us to live, then we'll find another way to live."

Bai Che's voice echoed in the empty underground base, carrying a fierce and warlike aura.

"Reorganize the production lines! Get all production capacity up and running!"

"Forty-eight hours from now, I will let this silver legion drown their arrogance!"

Click click click—!

As the last command was given, the floor beneath our feet began to tremble slightly.