Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Yunnan Provincial Military Region, Chief's Office.

Zhao Dashan stared at the vibrating secure phone on the table, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He didn't hesitate at all; or rather, in front of his former superior, his body's instinctive reaction was faster than his brain's thought.

"Smack."

After connecting.

stand at attention.

Even in his office where he was all alone, Zhao Dashan stood ramrod straight, then picked up the receiver with both hands and held it to his ear.

"Greetings, sir!"

This roar was full of energy, yet it carried a slight tremor.

On the other end of the phone, there was only an aged, yet incredibly steady, voice:

"Oh, the mountains."

"You saw the news, right?"

Those few simple words made Zhao Dashan's hair stand on end.

He knew that at this critical juncture, for that important figure to call him personally, and in such a calm tone, meant that the matter was no longer as simple as it seemed.

That's already reached the heavens.

"Reporting, sir! I see it!"

Zhao Dashan answered loudly, cold sweat sliding down his face:

"I was just about to report to you about the suspected discovery in Mushroom Village..."

"No need to report."

The voice on the other end of the phone interrupted him; its tone remained calm, yet it conveyed an absolute will:

"With Professor Qian there, all actions will be under his command."

"You only have one task now."

"Use all available resources within your jurisdiction at all times and cooperate unconditionally."

"Even if it means emptying out your provincial military command, we must ensure their needs are met, understand?"

Zhao Dashan's pupils contracted.

Empty out the provincial military district?

The weight of the order was so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

However, considering the current situation, it is to be expected.

So, without any hesitation, he roared:

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

........................................

At the same time that Zhao Dashan made his pledge.

Mushroom Village, on-site.

The suffocating sense of oppression did not diminish over time; instead, it was amplified by the sudden ringing of several telephones.

Just now.

The city-level big boss, Shi Chang, who had been by Qian Lao's side the whole time, also had his personal cell phone vibrate in his pocket.

He took it out and looked at it, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped it.

The caller ID showed the caller as a big shot.

That was a high-ranking official in charge of a region.

He is the true leader of the entire province.

The head of the persimmon plant dared not delay and quickly went to the side to answer the phone.

"Boss, I am..."

I know you were there.

The voice on the other end of the phone was serious and urgent:

"I'll only say one thing."

"We will cooperate with Professor Qian's work at all costs."

"If anything goes wrong, neither of us can afford the responsibility."

Upon hearing the words "cannot bear this responsibility," the mayor's face turned pale instantly.

He knew that once this label was attached, it wouldn't just be a matter of his official position anymore.

........................................

however.

This is not over yet.

Just as the mayor and Zhao Dashan, who was far away in the provincial military region, received death orders from their respective superiors.

Standing in the center of the crowd was Mr. Qian Chenghui, leaning on his cane.

The cell phone in his arms also rang.

The ringtone was monotonous, just the most ordinary "beep beep beep" sound.

But at this moment, the sound seemed like some kind of special signal, causing Wang Dafa and the mayor, who had just hung up the phone and returned, to subconsciously hold their breath.

Mr. Qian took out his phone.

I glanced at the caller ID on the screen; it had no notes, only a string of specially encrypted characters.

The old man's eyes turned serious in that instant.

He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"lead."

Mr. Qian's voice was very soft.

But Wang Dafa, who was standing next to him, heard it all clearly.

In that instant, the colonel's eyelids twitched violently.

To be called "leader" by a national treasure like Qian Xuesen...

That was a true giant.

In the entire Eastern Kingdom, the ranking of power... well, it's something that can't be said.

He must be one of those important figures who frequently appear on the evening news at 7 pm.

He was right.

The caller was also an old friend of Qian Xuesen. The two were of similar age, but one was in the public eye directing the nation's affairs while the other was behind the scenes building the nation's most important instruments.

On the other end of the phone.

A deep, authoritative voice, yet tinged with concern, rang out:

"Old Qian."

There were no small talk, no formalities.

At their level, when faced with matters that could potentially determine the fate of the nation, any unnecessary words would be a waste of time.

The bigwig's tone was unusually serious, and he went straight to the point:

"Over at Mushroom Village..."

"Are there really mushroom bombs?"

Although the news has been overwhelming and the intelligence agencies have reported on the situation.

But he still needed Qian Chenghui to confirm it in person.

Because in this field, Qian Chenghui's words are authoritative.

Mr. Qian tightened his grip on the phone slightly.

He glanced at the ground beneath his feet and then at the distant, rolling mountains.

then.

He took a deep breath and answered in a low voice:

"I'm 90% sure."

Ninety percent.

Scientifically, this is almost a certainty.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Even over the phone, Mr. Qian could still feel that heart-pounding pressure.

About three or four seconds passed.

A deep breathing sound came from the receiver.

then.

The powerful figure's voice rang out again, this time without a doubt, only with a resolute decisiveness:

"it is good."

This single word carries immense weight.

This means that the highest levels of government have accepted this fact and are prepared to deal with all the consequences.

immediately.

The bigwig didn't ask how critical the situation was.

He only asked one crucial, core question:

"Old Qian."

What do you need?

As long as you speak up, and as long as the country has the resources, it's all possible.

That's the subtext behind that statement.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian did not stand on ceremony with his old friend.

He was acutely aware of his current situation.

Although the approximate area has now been determined using a map.

but.

Finding it is only the first step.

The real challenge lies in how to get in and how to handle the situation.

It should be noted that the "Operation Jade Smash" was the last counterattack strategy devised by the nation when it faced a life-or-death crisis.

The engineering standards of that era could be summed up in just two words—

No descendants.

To ensure that the nuclear bombs could survive a first nuclear strike and launch a counterattack, the defense level of the storage location was absolutely superhuman.

In an instant, the data from those top-secret blueprints from back then flashed into Qian Lao's mind.

That was no ordinary cave.

That must have been a fortress built of steel and concrete.

For example, the main entrance that is buried deep underground.

It's definitely not something that can be opened with just one key.

It was cast using a special alloy, and to withstand the shockwave of a nuclear explosion, a single door weighs at least several tons, or even tens of tons.

Those giant blast doors must be enough to inspire despair just by looking at them, let alone the fact that they may be rusted to death or have their power systems completely disabled.

For example, passageways and walls.

To prevent nuclear radiation leaks, and also to prevent enemy bunker-buster bombs.

All the walls must have been made of high-density concrete, which is 1.5 to 3 meters thick.

Moreover, this is not ordinary concrete.

It must contain a thick lead plate or a composite shielding structure with a boron-containing polyethylene layer.

Even if you use ordinary explosives to blast this thing, you might not be able to create a gap.

Not to mention.

The location of the entire facility.

Based on the standards of the "Jade Shattering Project," it is highly likely that it will be buried deep underground in a hard granite layer, 80 to 150 meters below the surface, or at a similar standard.

This was done to utilize the thickness of nature to withstand the power of a nuclear explosion.

To open such a door at such depth and handle such a nuclear bomb that may already be in an extremely unstable state.

Can we rely solely on these ordinary engineers on site?

Can we rely solely on the few bomb disposal experts that Wang Dafa brought?

That's simply not enough.

It could even be said that sending them would be suicide, and they might even accidentally detonate the dormant Grim Reaper due to improper operation.

and so.

He needs people.

We need people who are truly knowledgeable and at the very top of this field.

Holding the phone, Mr. Qian's gaze was sharp as he spoke firmly to the bigwig on the other end:

"I need top-notch professionals and equipment."