I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

Su Qingge's shout carried a power powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers, echoing endlessly throughout the entire Genesis Laboratory.

Li Guobang stood frozen in place, his weathered face twitching uncontrollably—an expression of extreme ecstasy and shock.

Space carrier!

Individual mechs!

This is no longer the vague and ethereal future of science fiction movies, but a future that is within reach, pried open by a dark golden metal ingot!

"approve!"

Li Guobang practically roared out those two words. He shoved aside the people around him, rushed to the "Mysterious Iron No. 1" piece, reached out his hand, but stopped half an inch away, afraid that his touch would desecrate this divine object.

"At all costs, mass-produce it! I want every single one of our planes and every single one of our tanks to be clad in this divine armor!"

The command was transmitted instantly to every corner of China via the highest level of encryption.

The nation's sophisticated and massive war machine once again began to operate with unprecedented efficiency to meet the needs of Base 001.

Countless resources, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged toward this secret base located deep inland, which did not exist on any map.

Just one week later.

The first batch of special alloys, named "Xuan Tie No. 1," was secretly sealed in constant temperature and pressure boxes and personally escorted by soldiers of the Pangu Squadron before being distributed to several of the nation's top military research institutes.

Chengdu, the 611 Research Institute, is the heart of China's fighter jets.

When the chief designer, an academician in his seventies who had dedicated his life to China's aviation industry, saw the material performance report on "Xuantie-1", his hands, which had spent his life drawing aircraft blueprints, trembled violently for the first time.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He slammed the report on the table and roared at his students.

"It weighs only half as much as titanium alloy, but is twenty times stronger! Tell me, what is this? Is this the building blocks God used to build heaven?"

The entire design hall was filled with designers who had gone mad.

They abandoned all the projects they were working on, and those solutions that they had to compromise on due to material performance limitations.

They gathered around the report like the most devout believers who had seen their God.

They worked for three days and three nights without sleep or rest.

A brand-new, futuristic fighter jet design sketch that completely defied existing aerodynamic common sense was hand-drawn by that old academician.

It was a flat, triangular fuselage full of sharp angles. It had no conventional wings; the entire fuselage was a giant lifting body.

"With it, we no longer need to worry about thermal barriers or aerodynamic overloads!"

The old academician's eyes burned with a frenzied flame. He pointed to a parameter on the drawing, his voice hoarse and excited.

"Mach 30! It can allow our fighter jets to reach hypersonic speeds of Mach 30 within the atmosphere! It can allow our pilots to move freely between the sky and near space, like gods!"

Meanwhile, in the northern ice city, at the Tank and Armored Vehicle Research Institute.

"boom!"

A 125mm special alloy armor-piercing round, with a whistling sound as it tore through the air, slammed into a composite armor target plate made of "Xuan Tie No. 1" that was only 20 centimeters thick.

The expected scene of sparks flying and armor being pierced did not occur.

The armor-piercing projectile, powerful enough to penetrate a meter-thick homogeneous steel plate, shattered into pieces the instant it hit the target, turning into a pile of useless metal scrap that clattered and scattered all over the ground.

On the target plate, only a shallow white mark, less than a centimeter deep, remained.

The monitoring room was deathly silent.

All the tank designers stood up, mouths agape, as if they had been collectively frozen in place.

"What...what have we created?"

A young engineer muttered to himself, filled with skepticism about the facts before him.

"We have created an absolute barrier for the king of the land."

The chief designer slowly sat down, looked at the insignificant bullet mark on the screen, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"From this day forward, there will be no land-based weapon in the world that can penetrate our tanks from the front."

Yanjing, Individual Soldier Equipment Research Institute.

Zhao Tiezhu stood shirtless in the center of the laboratory.

His muscular physique, enhanced by the Marrow Cleansing Pill, was now encased in a mechanical skeleton that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

This is the prototype of the first-generation Pangu exoskeleton armor, built with Xuan Tie No. 1 as the main load-bearing structure.

"How are you feeling?"

Su Qingge stood to the side, the data stream on her tablet computer refreshing rapidly.

Zhao Tiezhu did not answer; he simply raised his right arm slowly.

As he moved, the mechanical arm rose in sync, and the five alloy fingers, gleaming with a cold light, slowly opened, then suddenly clenched into a fist!

hum~

The air was instantly squeezed and exploded, producing a muffled sonic boom.

"Strength increased by 300%, neural synchronization rate increased by 99.9%."

Zhao Tiezhu finally spoke, his voice carrying a roar that even he himself found unfamiliar, the roar of a steel behemoth.

"I feel like I could punch through a building."

In these little-known corners, China's defense industry has begun a frenzied evolution and transformation with an almost explosive pace.

The source of all this was simply a basic handbook that Chen Xi obtained from the Dao Ancestor in exchange for a junior high school chemistry textbook.

Just when the entire military-industrial complex was celebrating.

On another front, decisive news of victory also arrived.

All clinical trial data for Life No. 1 anticancer drug have been collected.

The cancer cells in all twelve volunteers were completely suppressed, their vital signs returned to normal, and no toxic side effects were found after so many days of observation.

Li Guobang personally presented this report, marked "Top Secret," to the highest level of leadership.

That night, the top-level meeting lasted all night.

The following morning, a resolution was issued.

it's time.

It's time to let the whole world see what kind of terrifying prehistoric behemoth China has grown in the field of biomedicine.

three days later.

A message released by the country's top news agency was pushed to the world without any warning through all official channels.

The State Information Office of China will hold a global press conference in three days to announce a major breakthrough in my country's medical field. The conference will be broadcast live worldwide.

The news caused an uproar around the world.

The global medical, media, and financial communities were abuzz with this vague news.

Countless journalists, representatives from major pharmaceutical companies, and top medical experts flocked to China like sharks smelling blood.

They all wanted to see for themselves what earth-shattering things this mysterious ancient Eastern country was going to do this time.

The reaction from mainstream Western media was generally skeptical and sarcastic.

The New York Times: "An elaborate Eastern scam? We'll see."

The Times: "From the economy to technology, when a nation begins to flex its muscles that it doesn't actually have, it is often the beginning of its inner weakness."

The BBC went so far as to jokingly comment in its feature report: "We are eager to see whether our Chinese friends are ready to market their latest miracle drug to the world, or some kind of mysterious herbal tea from the ancient East."

In the luxury suite at Base 001.

Chen Xi leaned back comfortably on the sofa, watching the holographic screen scroll through news headlines filled with arrogance and prejudice.

He picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth, his face showing genuine, heartfelt joy.

"very nice."

He sighed softly.

"The world's best actors have already bought their own tickets to get in."

"It would be hard for this play not to be amazing."