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Li Yichen parked the car in the underground parking garage of Tomson Riviera and opened the car door.

After comforting Miaomiao for a couple of minutes upstairs, he went straight into the study on the second floor.

The door was locked from the inside.

The computer screen lit up, and the sound of keyboard typing filled the quiet room.

Space-based kinetic energy weapons.

The materials needed for this are simply not available on the market.

All of them are top-secret materials under military control.

He pulled out the list.

Tungsten-titanium alloy rods require extremely high density and hardness to avoid burning up when breaking through the atmosphere and to ensure kinetic energy upon impact with the ground.

Miniature thruster assemblies for precise orbit changes and attitude adjustments on tracks.

Ultra-high temperature resistant coating, heat-resistant ablation material.

These things are only available in the military region.

Once the document is generated, send it directly via fax.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Gu Shounian's number.

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Brother Li, what else do you need?" Gu Shounian asked, panting heavily on the other end of the line, as if he had just come down from the training field.

"Brother Gu, I sent you a fax. Please check it. Please prepare some goods for me."

Inside the military region office.

Gu Shounian walked to the fax machine and tore off the still-warm sheet of paper.

I scanned two lines.

His breath caught in his throat for a moment.

A tungsten-titanium alloy rod, six meters long and thirty centimeters in diameter, with a purity requirement of 99.9%.

Miniature thruster assembly.

Ultra-high temperature resistant coating.

High-precision gyroscope array.

Gu Shounian slammed the paper down on his desk, grabbed the receiver, and yelled.

"Li Yichen! Confess!"

"What are you doing with all this stuff? Are you building intercontinental ballistic missiles? Or are you trying to blow a hole in the Earth?"

Li Yichen moved his phone two inches away and picked at his ear.

"Brother Gu, you've broadened your horizons."

"What kind of vision is this! All the materials on this list are fucking strategic resources! A six-meter-long tungsten-titanium alloy rod, are you going to use it as a fire poker?!"

"Lingxiao-2 is about to launch," Li Yichen replied calmly. "I'm planning to send a few commercial communications satellites up there. You know how harsh the space environment is—the extreme cold and heat—what's wrong with using some good materials?"

"What about the thruster components?"

"Don't satellites have to change their orbits? Miniature thrusters make perfect sense, don't they?"

Gu Shounian was speechless.

It sounds perfect.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

The combination of these materials exudes a murderous aura capable of destroying the world.

"Three billion," Li Yichen offered, "The cost of materials. I'll deposit every penny into the military region's account. Furthermore, I'll cover all the subsequent maintenance of the Heavenly Soldier Armor."

Gu Shounian was torn between his own thoughts and his inner turmoil.

The ten Heavenly Soldiers Armored Vehicles had just wreaked havoc on the exercise field, and the entire military region regarded Li Yichen as a living bodhisattva.

At this critical juncture, withholding his materials is indeed unreasonable.

"One week," Gu Shounian gritted his teeth and conceded. "I'll send someone to the future space base a week later. You'd better really be building a satellite!"

"rest assured."

The phone hangs up.

Li Yichen tapped a few keys on the keyboard, and 3 billion yuan was transferred directly.

He leaned back in his chair, his legs dangling over the edge of the desk.

The materials for the space-based weapon are complete.

Once this batch of materials arrives, we'll have the industrial machine on the 66th floor run at full capacity.

We must develop space-based weapons as quickly as possible.

Then it was sent into low Earth orbit by Lingxiao-2, where it was disguised as an ordinary communications satellite.

If necessary, the camouflage shell can be cut off directly, and the space-based weapon can be activated.

The terminal speed is Mach 10 or higher.

Without using a single gram of explosives, kinetic energy alone can level a reinforced underground fortress.

Most importantly, there is no radiation, no pollution, and no one can find out where this thing came from.

He picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and his mind was already planning the launch schedule for Lingxiao-2.

The next day, in the evening.

In the corridor of the Shanghai Military Region Guesthouse.

Zhang Weiguo, deputy commander of the Eastern Theater Command; Zhao Guangming, deputy commander of the Western Theater Command; Li Tiezhu, deputy commander of the Northern Theater Command; and Sun Haotian, deputy commander of the Southern Theater Command, met in advance.

"What exactly is Lao Liu up to?" Zhang Weiguo asked in a low voice.

"Who knows? This old miser is spending a fortune today, there's definitely something fishy going on." Zhao Guangming straightened his military uniform.

"Let's go in and have a go at him. Who cares what kind of demons or monsters he is? The four of us can't even scare him off!" Li Tiezhu pushed open the door to the private room.

The No. 1 VIP Box.

The round table was laden with delicacies from land and sea.

Steamed grouper, braised abalone, roast suckling pig, and bowls of steaming Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

Liu Guoliang sat in the main seat.

His whole face beamed like a bright old chrysanthemum, with all the wrinkles squeezed together.

Four people sat on either side of him.

No one touched their chopsticks.

The four men stared at the table full of fancy dishes, then looked at Liu Guoliang's smiling face, and a chill ran down their spines.

Zhang Weiguo couldn't hold back any longer and pushed the bone plate in front of him aside.

"Old Liu, your laughter is making me uneasy. What mischief are you up to?"

Liu Guoliang remained silent.

He bent down and took out four unlabeled green porcelain bottles from a cabinet under the table.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

Four bottles of wine sat on the table.

"A 20-year special edition." Liu Guoliang pulled out a bottle cork, and the rich aroma of the liquor instantly filled the entire private room. "Today, let's drink to our hearts' content, brothers."

Zhao Guangming looked at the bottles of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing twice.

Liu the Iron Rooster actually plucked its feathers.

The person who usually scrapes the soup off the dishes when getting food at the cafeteria is making such a big fuss today.

Zhao Guangming shrank back and cautiously moved closer.

"Old Liu, don't be so nice to us, we're really not used to it. Tell us honestly, was there something wrong with your medical report from a couple of days ago?"

Liu Guoliang stopped pouring the wine.

"What serious illness has he got that he's terminally ill?" Zhao Guangming added, "So you want to treat us to a good meal before you go?"

Liu Guoliang's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He slammed the bottle down on the table and started cursing at Zhao Guangming.

"fart!"

"I'm in great shape! I could kill a cow with my bare hands on the playground right now!"

Li Tiezhu touched his shiny bald head, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Old Liu, since you don't have a terminal illness, you're just trying to bribe us with this meal."

He picked up a peanut, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"Next week is the joint military exercise in the Northwest desert. Your Shanghai Military Region has been at the bottom for five consecutive years. Are you trying to get us to go easy on you this time so you don't have to come in last place again?"

Sun Haotian nodded repeatedly from the side.

"Yes! That's definitely it. Old Liu, I'm telling you this: food is fine, alcohol is fine, but slack off is absolutely out of the question!"

Zhang Weiguo also chimed in.

"An exercise is real combat; going easy on our soldiers is irresponsible. This meal won't stop us from firing our guns."

After hearing this, Liu Guoliang let out a cold laugh.

He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and looked down at his four old friends.

Snapped!

He slammed his hand on the table, making the bowls and chopsticks bounce.

"If that's what you think, then you're seriously underestimating me, Liu Guoliang!"

He unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform, exuding an imposing aura.

"I'm putting this out there today. For this Northwest military exercise, the four of you had better bring out all your hidden talents!"

"Don't hold back!"

"If you dare to hold back, I'm afraid you'll suffer a humiliating defeat and won't have the face to face your respective commanders-in-chief when you return!"

The private room fell completely silent instantly.

The four deputy commanders were completely dumbfounded.

Zhang Weiguo picked at his ear, thinking he had misheard.

A military region that had ranked last for five consecutive years pointed at the noses of the other four military regions and shouted, "Don't hold back!"

From which crack in the rock did this confidence just spring up?

"Old Liu, have you taken the wrong medicine?" Zhao Guangming looked him up and down. "Do you think we don't know what kind of trouble your military region can cause?"

"So, did you guys develop some kind of secret weapon?" Li Tiezhu asked tentatively.

Liu Guoliang sat down again and picked up his wine glass.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. Come, let's drink!"

No matter how the four tried to get information out of him, he refused to say a word.

Zhang Weiguo gave the other three a wink.

The four raised their glasses, reaching a tacit understanding.

Pour it into his mouth.

Tell the truth after drinking.

"Old Liu, I'll toast you three times for that boast you just made!" Zhang Weiguo picked up the decanter and poured three large glasses.

"I'll drink three cups with you!" Zhao Guangming followed, taking off his coat and throwing it on the back of the chair.

Li Tiezhu and Sun Haotian also poured drinks, and the four of them took turns pouring.

Liu Guoliang accepted all offers and downed his drink in one gulp.

"Drink! Anyone who doesn't drink themselves to death today is a coward!"

The crisp sound of clinking glasses echoed throughout the private room.

An hour later.

The dishes on the table were barely touched, and all four bottles of special-supply liquor were empty.

Liu Guoliang then called the waiter to bring in two more cases of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

"Old Liu, what trump card are you hiding?" Zhang Weiguo slurred, holding a half-full glass of wine as he leaned closer.

Liu Guoliang waved his hand and let out a burp.

"I won't tell you... I just won't tell you..."

Two hours later.

Liu Guoliang had already slipped under the table.

He was hugging the table leg, his face flushed, and he was chuckling foolishly.

"Beat...beat you all to a pulp...all of you get down on your knees..."

Li Tiezhu squatted on the ground and shook his shoulders.

"Old Liu! What's your trump card? Tell me!"

Liu Guoliang rolled over and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Heavenly soldiers... Heavenly soldiers..."

"Heavenly soldiers? What?" Zhao Guangming quickly leaned in to listen.

"Heavenly soldiers... heavenly generals descended to earth... to subdue you bunch of monsters..." Liu Guoliang rambled on.

The four deputy commanders were so angry they gritted their teeth.

The snoring was deafening.

The four people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Two o'clock in the morning.

Guesthouse guest rooms.

The ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts, and the room was filled with smoke.

Zhang Weiguo, Zhao Guangming, Li Tiezhu, and Sun Haotian sat around the coffee table, none of them asleep.

"You've been analyzing this all night, have you figured it out yet?" Zhang Weiguo stubbed out his cigarette.

Zhao Guangming rubbed his temples.

"The Shanghai Military Region hasn't received any new equipment lately. The armored vehicles are still the same, the planes are still the same. What makes them so arrogant?"

"Could it be a major tactical breakthrough?" Sun Haotian wondered.

"No matter how brilliant the tactics are, they're useless against overwhelming firepower." Li Tiezhu stroked his bald head, completely baffled.

Zhang Weiguo stood up, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The night was dark.

"No matter what cards he has up his sleeve," Zhang Weiguo said through gritted teeth as he turned around.

"Next week in the desert, the four of us will team up and take down his Shanghai military region first!"