What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

Song Jingcheng still remembers that earlier today...

He was deeply moved when the meteorological and hydrological support team reported to him.

Those video materials are like the end of the world.

A ferocious tsunami, towering waves!

The wind was blowing like it had no regard for its own life.

The rain fell as if the sky had leaked.

In just a few hours, thousands of people were injured or killed, and billions of dollars in economic losses were incurred in the small country.

Even a general like Song Jingcheng, who could command thousands of troops, couldn't help but sigh at the insignificance of humankind upon seeing such a scene.

at the same time.

He also felt a sense of relief.

Thankfully, there were some minor issues ahead of us.

Without this barrier, if a typhoon were to make landfall directly on the coastline, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sometimes I can't help but doubt the existence of a nation's destiny."

Song Jingcheng sighed.

"When Typhoon Wukong formed, all meteorological departments predicted that it would make landfall in the East China region."

"Who would have thought that he would suddenly make a ninety-degree turn and accelerate towards a simpler life?"

"I've been a staunch materialist my whole life, but only today have I started to believe in the existence of ghosts and spirits..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wu Changjiang completely lost his composure.

"My dear boss, you should really be a materialist!"

"Ghosts do exist, but someone is behind it all."

Song Jingcheng's eyes widened: "What do you mean?"

Wu Changjiang: "Ask him."

Done.

Wu Changjiang pointed to Qin Ze beside him.

This moment.

The boss was completely dumbfounded.

What do you mean I should ask him?

What do things in the heavens have to do with people on earth?

"Qin Ze???"

Faced with the boss's questioning gaze.

Qin Ze merely smiled slightly and said calmly.

"Boss, you must believe in science. There are no ghosts or gods in this world."

General Song: "Stop talking nonsense. What does Wu Changjiang mean by referring to you?"

"The typhoons you see are actually caused by human intervention."

Qin Ze explained.

"The primary function of our Peak 31 is to artificially influence the weather."

"His main ability is to change the position of the clouds."

? ? ? ?

General Song was stunned.

I think Chinese is my mother tongue.

But now I can't understand anything at all!

"What do you mean? You created this typhoon?"

"No, no, no!"

Qin Ze waved his hands repeatedly.

"We don't create typhoons, we just transport them."

"Based on the ability of Peak 31 to change the position of cloud clusters, many other applications can be derived."

"These people can handle things like bringing rain and clearing away clouds."

"Typhoons are just one of these effects."

The words fell.

The office was completely silent.

Every word Qin Ze said was clearly transmitted to Song Jingcheng's ears.

but.

These words formed sentences that Song Jingcheng could not understand.

What does it mean to be a typhoon transporter?

This is the strongest typhoon in history, with accumulated energy exceeding that of any human engineering project.

How could such a powerful energy carrier, capable of destroying the world, be subject to human intervention?

"Wait a minute!"

Song Jinghua felt her head was throbbing.

He gently stroked his temples.

"You mean, we now have the ability to create disastrous weather?"

Qin Ze: "Hiss... Well, how should I put it? I guess you could say it's artificial weather modification..."

"Are you still being modest?"

Song Jingcheng could no longer hold back.

"You call this artificial weather modification?"

Qin Ze: "Mmm..."

"This is called a lightning storm, okay?! My goodness!!"

The boss was completely stunned.

During the afternoon's report from the meteorological and hydrological unit, the commander-in-chief repeatedly expressed his amazement.

Luckily, the typhoon changed course.

Otherwise, if it makes landfall directly in East China, then a once-in-a-century disaster will be inevitable.

Now look what's happened!

You're telling me this once-in-a-century disaster was man-made.

No wonder Wu Changjiang wouldn't allow the warhead to be changed.

If that's the case, then whoever replaces the other is a fool.

A typhoon of this magnitude carries the energy equivalent to millions of nuclear bombs.

Qin Ze's experiment alone gave rise to the most powerful typhoon in human history, and the typhoon will go to the place the launcher intended.

Isn't this the best weather weapon?

Song Jingcheng dared not even think about it.

How terrifying would a fully developed version of this technology be?

This is true strategic deterrence!

Just as Song Jingcheng was dumbfounded.

suddenly!

Boom boom boom!

Song Jingcheng spoke up to stop him: "Don't bother me!"

He was overwhelmed by the news and didn't want anyone to bother him.

But his personal secretary still forced her way in.

"Boss! There's been a mishap at the Foreign Affairs Department's press conference."

Upon hearing this, Song Jingcheng frowned.

Today is indeed a turbulent time.

If we inexplicably launch a missile, it will definitely trigger a chain reaction.

Therefore, he and several other leaders discussed their positions and wording, and then had the Ministry of Foreign Affairs release the information to the public.

In theory, as long as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs responds according to the pre-set content, it is highly likely to be effective.

But the secretary's reaction forced Song Jingcheng to become wary again.

"What trouble?"

"Director Zhao answered the question about intercontinental ballistic missiles very smoothly."

The secretary abruptly changed the subject.

"But then a BBC reporter suddenly started asking about weather weapons."

"They actually blamed Wukong's landing on us and linked it to missiles."

"There was no similar answer in our pre-set questions, which put Director Zhao in a bit of an awkward position."

Upon hearing this...

Song Jingcheng did not respond.

He simply took out his pen and went back behind the table.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

Song Jingcheng quickly picked up his brush and wrote down several large characters.

"Go! Let Director Zhao answer! Answer according to this!"

……

The secretary took the note and ran all the way to the elevator to go downstairs.

Once downstairs, he practically sprinted into the adjacent Blue Hall building.

The whole process only lasted three minutes.

Meanwhile, inside the Blue Hall building.

Zhao Jianhua's CPU was running at high speed.

He was completely unprepared for the questions posed by the BBC reporter.

For questions like these that you're unprepared for, there are generally two approaches to answering them.

First, the question is relevant, but sensitive; it's the kind of question that can't be admitted.

In such cases, one can only avoid answering by vaguely refusing to speak.

Second, the question is absurd and completely untrue.

This is very simple; just refuse.

The current problem seems to be the second one no matter how you look at it.

How could humans possibly influence typhoons?

Western media have gone to great lengths to smear us.

If you're going to make up a charge, at least make it sound plausible!

Zhao Jianhua's expression turned serious, even showing a hint of displeasure.

"I thought the BBC was supposed to be a serious media outlet..."

But before Zhao Jianhua could even start criticizing...

Sudden.

A dark figure emerged from the side curtain.

He hunched over and approached Zhao Jianhua's desk, quietly handed him a note, and then quickly left, still hunched over.