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Li Yichen walked straight to the other side of the garage. There, a brand-new matte black Great Wall Cannon pickup truck was parked.

Old Wei sent it over a few days ago; the chassis had been reinforced and the suspension had been heavily reinforced. He opened the driver's side door and gestured to the two T-800 Terminators behind him.

Two Terminators walked to the two-ton "color charge confinement trap," grabbed the base from both sides, and lifted the silver-white metal cylinder directly onto the back of the pickup truck. A military green tarpaulin was placed on top, and the straps were tightened.

Li Yichen got into the driver's seat, and the two Terminators squeezed into the back. The pickup truck engines roared, and it drove out of the future aerospace base and into the mountains on the outskirts of Shanghai.

The mountain road narrowed and narrowed, turning into a bumpy, gravel road. The pickup truck wound its way through the ravines for over half an hour before finally appearing at the entrance of a tunnel disguised as an abandoned mine.

Three camouflage tire spikes were placed across the middle of the road, with two rows of armed security personnel standing on either side.

Professor Zhou, wearing his wrinkled white lab coat, was standing on tiptoe, peering towards the intersection. Standing beside him were Professor Zhang, Academician Chen, and several other leading figures from the Institute of High Energy Physics.

These old men, who are usually so imposing on the podium, are now rubbing their hands together and pacing back and forth in the mud, as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

The pickup truck braked just before the spikes. Li Yichen pushed open the car door and jumped out.

"Academician Li! You've finally arrived!" Old Zhou rushed forward, grabbed Li Yichen's arm, and peered into the truck. "Where's the equipment? Why did you come in a beat-up pickup truck? Is there a heavy transport convoy behind you?"

Li Yichen pointed to the back of the pickup truck: "Isn't this what's being hauled in the truck?"

Old Zhang pushed up his thick-soled reading glasses, walked around to the back of the car, and stared wide-eyed at the bulge covered by the tarpaulin.

"You're kidding me. This thing contains high-density superconducting coils and a cold fusion reactor; it weighs at least two tons. Wouldn't it break the axle if you brought a pickup truck over?"

"The car Lao Wei gave me is sturdy." Li Yichen walked to the back of the car, untied the strap buckle, and lifted the rain cover.

A colossal, silvery-white metal behemoth lay exposed to the air. Its cylindrical vibranium shell gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen in the sunlight. The surface was densely covered with energy interfaces and quantum monitoring probes, exuding an industrial aesthetic that seemed out of place in this era.

Several old men gasped. Academician Chen's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his fingers trembling: "The machining precision of this interface is so poor, you can't even find a weld seam? What material is the outer shell made of in one piece?"

"And this cable connector," Old Zhang said, leaning closer to examine it. "The smoothness of its cross-section is definitely less than 0.01 nanometers. Even the most precise lithography machine at the Chinese Academy of Sciences can't cut a surface like this!"

Li Yichen didn't answer, but knocked on the back window of the pickup truck.

The car door popped open. Two burly men in black training uniforms and sunglasses stepped out expressionlessly and grabbed the base of the color charge confinement trap from either side.

"What are you doing!" Old Zhou jumped up and down in a panic. "This is a two-ton precision instrument! Go call a crane!"

Before the words were even finished, the two burly men strained their waists, their arm muscles bulging out of their training uniforms. They lifted the two-ton metal cylinder from the truck bed and placed it on the ground without even a wobble.

The old men's jaws dropped to the floor. Old Zhang looked at the machine on the ground, then at the two burly men who weren't even out of breath, and after a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "Even a world weightlifting champion wouldn't have this much strength!"

"Stop being sentimental, they're not human, they're Terminators." Li Yichen casually made up a story, waving his hand at the two Terminators, "Take them inside."

The Terminator shouldered the machine and strode into the depths of the tunnel. Each step on the concrete floor produced a dull thud.

Watching Li Yichen's retreating figure, Old Zhou shook his head and followed. "A month, and he actually managed to create this miraculous thing. I've lived my whole life to the fullest."

The tunnel was long and dimly lit. After walking about a hundred meters, the view suddenly opened up. The mountainside had been completely hollowed out, forming a huge underground space the size of four or five football fields, with a ceiling height of over twenty meters.

In the very center of the space, coiled up a colossal, ring-shaped steel python. That was the most advanced high-energy particle collision machine in the Great Xia Dynasty.

The robust vacuum pipes, dense array of superconducting magnets, and intricate cooling lines create a visually imposing image of an industrial behemoth.

Li Yichen stopped and looked up to glance at the enormous machine.

"The reserved interface is in the third acceleration section of Zone C." Old Zhou pointed to one side of the collision machine. "We cut open that section of the vacuum pipe according to the drawings you gave us and installed a high-energy pulse guidance circuit."

Li Yichen led the Terminator over. The next hour was purely a hardcore physical docking.

The Terminator acted as the perfect human crane, suspending the two-ton equipment in mid-air and precisely aligning it with the collider's cut.

Li Yichen personally took up the laser welding torch, connected the power supply circuit of the cold fusion unit, calibrated the pulse angle of the high-energy generation module, and physically connected the quantum monitoring array to the main control system of the collider.

His movements were incredibly fast; with a flick of his wrist, complex circuits were welded shut. Several old men stood around, not daring to breathe. Old Zhang tried several times to lend a hand with a wrench, but Li Yichen's lightning-fast hand movements deterred him each time.

The last superconducting cable was connected, and a ring of pale blue indicator lights lit up on the surface of the color charge confinement trap. A deep humming sound echoed inside the metal casing as the cold fusion reactor began charging the supercapacitor.

"Hardware connection done." Li Yichen tossed the welding torch into the toolbox, dusted off his hands, and said, "Let's go to the control room."

The group walked through the corridor and retreated into a main control room located on the second floor. This room was encased in explosion-proof glass that was half a meter thick, and it offered a panoramic view of the entire collision machine array.

Inside the control room, red and green indicator lights flashed alternately. The strong smell of black coffee mingled with the sweat of the old professors, and the air was thick with the oppressive atmosphere before a major battle.

A dozen or so young researchers sat in front of their computers, their fingers tapping on the keyboards, and no one uttered a sound.

Li Yichen pulled over an empty chair and sat down, tossing his black backpack onto the table.

He unzipped the zipper and pulled out an ultra-thick laptop that he had modified himself.

He plugged the data cable into the main control panel's interface, his fingers flying across the keyboard. Green underlying code scrolled across the screen like a waterfall; he was forcibly bypassing the collider's firewall and remotely taking control of the force field of the color charge constraint trap.

"Academician Li, your computer..." Old Zhang leaned over, looking at the self-created vocabulary on the screen that he couldn't understand at all, and scratched his head.

"The computing power couldn't keep up, so I built it myself." Li Yichen pressed the Enter key, and the screen split into more than a dozen monitoring windows, with various parameters of the color charge confinement trap starting to fluctuate. "Force field preheating complete, ready for flow diversion at any time."

He stopped what he was doing, turned his chair around, and faced the group of old men behind him, their eyes bloodshot with excitement.

"Let me make this clear from the start." Li Yichen tapped the table with his finger. "This machine is designed to forcibly simulate a confined environment. If a microscopic eddy current appears in the force field, or if there is even a millisecond delay in the power supply, the rubber ball locked inside will decay uncontrollably."

He pointed to the ground: "Although I added a vibranium shell and a venting channel, that's just theoretical protection. In actual operation, there's a one in ten thousand chance that this thing will explode."

Several young researchers' expressions changed. They exchanged glances and withdrew their fingers from the keyboard.

"How powerful is it?" Old Zhou asked, his hands resting on the table, his eyes fixed on Li Yichen.

"It could probably overturn half of this mountain and bury us all underneath." Li Yichen leaned back in his chair.

The control room was silent for a few seconds.

Old Zhang scoffed and threw his ballpoint pen on the table: "One in ten thousand? That's practically nothing! Back when I was working on nuclear fission ignition, the probability of a chamber exploding was thirty percent, and I still pressed the button!"

Academician Chen took off his reading glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and put them back on: "If I could hear the truth in the morning, I could die content in the evening. As long as I can see the true nature of the strong interaction before I close my eyes and understand the most fundamental structure of matter, it would be worth it even if I were to explode!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Old Zhou slammed his hand on the edge of the control panel, his voice booming. "We old folks have lived enough. If you're afraid of dying, you can still back out now!"

Li Yichen looked at this group of stubborn physics fanatics, smiled, and shook his head. He turned around and placed his hands back on the heavy laptop keyboard.

"Attention all units!" Old Zhou grabbed the communication microphone from the table, his voice hoarse. "Collision machine, first-stage acceleration, begin charging!"

"Received, Level 1 charge at 20%...50%..."

Outside the explosion-proof glass, the giant steel python emitted a deep rumble, the sound reflecting back and forth along the walls of the underground space, making the soles of people's feet go numb.

"Level 2 acceleration phase, activated!"

"The superconducting magnet cooling system operates at full power, maintaining a stable temperature of -270 degrees Celsius!"

The roar of the collider gradually increased in intensity, turning into a piercing high-frequency hum. The underground lights began to flicker violently due to the immense load on the power grid.

"Proton beam in position! Collision to begin in ten seconds!" Old Zhou's finger hovered over the red master start button, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Li Yichen stared at the data flashing wildly on the screen, his brain's computing power at full capacity. His finger hovered over the Enter key on the laptop, preparing to activate the force field of the color charge confinement trap within a trillionth of a second of the collision.

"Ten, nine, eight..." The young researcher's countdown echoed in the control room.

Li Yichen didn't even turn his head; his voice pierced through the high-frequency buzzing noise.

"Old men, get your nitroglycerin pills ready."

"The ghost is coming!"