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Abandoned military factory in the suburbs.

The piercing alarm shattered the silence.

"action!"

At Qin Yue's command, the heavy iron gate twisted inward and flew out during the directional blast.

More than a dozen fully armed Dragon Shield agents rushed into the dimly lit factory like cheetahs.

The anticipated firefight did not occur.

The factory was brightly lit, and the huge CNC machine tools were still humming. A group of workers in blue overalls, holding wrenches and welding torches, stared in astonishment at the special operations team that broke in.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and burnt metal from cutting.

A middle-aged man who looked like a foreman dropped a wrench to the ground with a clatter.

"Officer, is this... a fire inspection?"

Qin Yue ignored him, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and fixed on the worktable in the center of the factory.

There, a strangely shaped, dark gold cylindrical object stood quietly.

The blue energy circuits on its surface were still flickering, emitting a faint light, and the surrounding air was slightly distorted due to the high temperature.

The high-energy detector in Qin Yue's hand emitted a shrill, pig-slaughtering screech.

"All personnel on alert! Evacuate all non-essential personnel!"

Special agents quickly took control of all the workers and brought them to a safe area.

Qin Yue changed into a heavy bomb suit and walked step by step toward the "thermos cup".

The closer it got, the more wildly the detector's needle swung, eventually reaching the very edge of the red alert zone.

But what was in front of them didn't look like a bomb at all.

It is completely smooth, without a fuse, a timer, or even a button.

It's an extremely well-made cup that looks very expensive...?

"Boss, boss, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

A fat man who claimed to be the "factory manager" was brought over from the office. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly explained.

"This is a custom-made... um, ultra-high pressure hydraulic cylinder for our client!"

Qin Yue turned around and looked at him with icy eyes.

"Hydraulic cylinder? Your hydraulic cylinder looks like this? And it even has an energy return circuit?"

"Oh my, this is the latest technology, magnetic field confinement booster technology!" The factory manager started spouting nonsense without batting an eye. "When we were adjusting the parameters just now, we accidentally set them wrong, which caused the magnetic field to become disordered. It looks scary, but it's not a big deal. It's just... a bit more power-consuming."

A young man behind Qin Yue couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I don't believe you for a second. You fatso are really bad."

……

Living room of Genting Villa No. 1.

Li Haotian sat cross-legged on the sofa, with a bag of potato chips and a bottle of iced cola on the coffee table in front of him.

He was watching with great interest everything happening in the factory through the real-time footage transmitted back by the "worker bees" in the ventilation ducts.

"This factory manager's acting is a bit over the top."

Li Haotian grabbed a potato chip and stuffed it into his mouth, making a crunching sound.

"Tell Scorpion later that half of this month's bonus will be deducted."

Su Wan stood behind him, looking at Qin Yue's tense expression on the screen, her expression somewhat strange.

She simply couldn't reconcile the "strategic dangerous item" on the screen that had put Dragon Shield on high alert with the "thermos cup" she had just personally presented.

……

Inside the factory.

Old Wang, the physics expert who was with the team, ran up with a bunch of instruments.

He fiddled with the thermos for a long time, measuring radiation and scanning its structure, his expression becoming increasingly confused.

"That's strange..."

Qin Yue walked over. "What do you mean?"

Old Wang scratched his already sparse hair, looking utterly bewildered.

"Structurally, this thing is solid inside and contains no explosive components."

"Why did the detector sound an alarm?"

"Because it continuously releases a very weak but high-frequency energy fluctuation, as well as a very small amount of alpha particle radiation, but the dose is not even as high as the standby radiation of our mobile phones." Old Wang pointed to the data on the instrument, "The most crucial thing is its material."

"What material is it made of?"

"I don't know." Old Wang shook his head. "My portable spectrometer doesn't have a matching alloy in its database. Its density and hardness far exceed the range of known man-made metals."

He leaned closer, as if examining a work of art.

"To be honest, this material... does bear some resemblance to the meteorite sample I saw at the space agency last time, the one brought back from outer space."

Qin Yue frowned as she listened.

So it turns out this isn't a bomb, but a high-tech alien water cup?

"Report to the captain, all the workers have been interrogated, and their testimonies are consistent." A team member ran over to report, "They all said that the factory received a big order to manufacture some deep-sea exploration equipment parts for a foreign client, and they just followed the blueprints and didn't know anything else."

"Where are the blueprints?"

"It was burned. The factory manager said it was a confidentiality agreement."

Qin Yue felt her fist harden.

All the clues point to this being a false alarm.

But her intuition told her that things were definitely not that simple.

It's impossible that "Mr. Li, the enthusiastic citizen," would go to such great lengths just to get her to lead a tour of the production process of a high-tech thermos cup.

"Take this back!" Qin Yue ordered. "And take this factory manager back too, and investigate him thoroughly!"

"yes!"

Just as the two special agents were about to step forward and use a special explosion-proof box to contain the "thermos cup",

"boom--!!!"

A loud explosion suddenly occurred outside the factory.

The entire factory shook, and dust fell from the ceiling.

"Enemy attack!!"

The guards on the perimeter let out a desperate roar.

"Report! The outer defenses have been breached! A group of unidentified armed men are rushing in!"

"Their slogan was...for the bishop!"

Qin Yue's expression changed drastically.

The madmen of the Purgatory Organization? What are they doing here?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A barrage of gunfire erupted, and the special operations team guarding the door was instantly suppressed.

Immediately afterwards, a fanatical believer, his body strapped with pillar-shaped alchemical bombs and his eyes bloodshot, charged through the crowd like a mad bull and rushed into the factory.

His goal was clear; he stared intently at the thermos on the worktable.

"Miracles must not be desecrated!"

He roared and pressed the detonator in his hand.

"For the bishop!"