Courtyard House: A Major Power's Heavy Industry, Hand-Crafted Nuclear Fusion

Base 504, Underground Workshop No. 101.

This is the most mysterious and also the most dangerous place in the entire base.

Four heavily armed guards stood at the entrance, so that not even a fly could get in.

There was no roar of machinery in the workshop, only a suffocating silence. The air was filled with a peculiar bitter almond smell—the distinctive odor of high-energy explosives.

In the center of the workshop, there is a specially modified vertical lathe.

The lathe was surrounded by a thick ring of explosion-proof sandbags.

"Who wants to go first?"

Workshop foreman Lao Zhao's voice trembled slightly. He looked around at the group of master craftsmen, usually known as "golden hands," who were all level eight workers.

No one spoke.

Everyone stared at the dark yellow cylinder fixed on the lathe chuck, their eyes filled with fear.

That's neither a steel ingot nor a copper block.

That was a high-energy explosive mixture of TNT and RDX.

What they had to do was use a lathe tool to machine the explosive block into a lens structure with a perfect hyperboloid.

This is practically like plucking a hair from the nose of the Grim Reaper.

If the feed rate of the cutting tool is slightly faster, if the cutting angle is slightly off, if the heat generated is just a few degrees higher...

The roar of the lathe never stopped.

Su Zheng didn't leave. He moved a stool and sat down next to them, keeping an eye on each operator who was going to use the machine.

"Stay calm! Don't let your hands shake!"

"Listen carefully to the sound! If the sound is off, immediately withdraw your weapon!"

"Great! Beautiful! That was a perfect cut!"

Under Su Zheng's command, one perfect explosive lens after another was manufactured.

There was no explosion.

No accidents occurred.

These ordinary Chinese workers, with their rough, calloused hands, performed the most perfect dance on the tip of death's scythe.

The moment the last lens was finished being processed.

The entire workshop erupted in excitement.

Everyone cheered, hugged, and threw their hats into the air.

Old Zhao held the lens in his hands, crying like a child.

Su Zheng leaned against the corner of the wall, looking at his lovely comrades, and slowly lit a cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a tired but relieved smile appeared on his lips.

The detonator is here.

The explosives are ready.

The heart and muscles are all there.

"Miss Qiu."

Su Zheng exhaled a smoke ring and said softly.

"Your wedding dress is finished."

"Next, it's time to get you into the sedan chair."

outside the window.

A special train fully loaded with armed soldiers is slowly pulling into the base station.

That contained the most crucial component of the atomic bomb—

Highly enriched uranium spheres.

This is the "soul" that Su Zheng is going to install himself.