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However, confronting law enforcement is even more irrational, especially in a foreign country brimming with martial spirit. No one knows better than them how terrifying the power of the state apparatus can be. Therefore, the four people, including Ash, had an absolutely novel experience—being taken to the police station.

“One Ursus man and three Colombians, walking around the streets with such a huge amount of equipment, what reason do you think would be appropriate to come up with now?” The sheriff sat on his desk, looking at the four regretful men in the “regret chair.”

“We’re hunting down a dangerous individual, the extremely dangerous kind,” Ash said. Many of R6’s missions weren’t highly classified dirty work, and theoretically, they didn’t have much of a need for secrecy.

Especially in a world that has almost no connection with the original world and country, concealment is meaningless. In comparison, leveraging the "power" of the locals is undoubtedly a better approach.

"Pursuit? Danger? Tell me about it." The sheriff lit a cigarette and asked. If that was the case, then he would have to report it to his superiors.

"His research involved an extremely dangerous radioactive mineral. Using the energy of this mineral, he created a powerful device and combined it with the human body to create monsters..." Ash explained for a long time in a way that was as easy to understand as possible without revealing any real secrets.

The sheriff pondered for a few seconds, "Are you talking about Oripathy and Originium?"

"?" The four people who regretted their actions looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Originium, it should be the kind of mineral you're talking about. It is indeed very dangerous, from an industrial perspective." A guy who plays with Originium and Oripathy is indeed a bit dangerous, but there are plenty of people like that on Terra.

"Alright, you four, you entered the country illegally. Just stay here and behave yourselves. We'll let you go once we've confirmed you're really safe. Oh, and don't try to escape. I know you Colombian special agents are all highly skilled, but this is Kazdel."

So the four people who regretted their decision got off the regret chair and went into the regret room.

"It's a surprising feeling. I've always been outside the iron bars. But honestly, this is much better than the Mossad prisons." At least the basic human rights facilities are there, and there's not much graffiti on the walls, which means either people have hardly ever been imprisoned here, or the people inside haven't been tortured.

"So, we're really going to have to spend our time here in jail?"

“Of course not,” Shuanghua pulled a wire from the sole of her shoe. “They should regret not taking pictures of us, and I’ve checked, there are no security cameras around here.”

Clearly, the four of them were unaware of the gravity of the situation: with the Demon King's Network in place, the communications sorcerer behind the sheriff had already recorded their images in the mental network and uploaded them to the nearest bio-server terminal.

If they really do run away, through the Demon King's network, every sheriff and patrol cavalryman they encounter will "remember" their appearance.

"Let's make our move when it gets dark; that way we can solve the equipment problem."

"Hopefully it's not an electronic lock."

"I've observed it; the level of electronic integration is very low." Shuanghua kept a low profile throughout the journey, using her companions as cover to observe the environment and the condition of various equipment.

"We also need to get a vehicle. I've observed it, and the way the vehicles operate here is no different from how we operate them back home." Blitzkrieg wasn't just trying to get close to the driver for nothing; he had been observing the driver's operation.

Meanwhile, Levi was content in his luxurious private room. He had no special needs when it came to food and just kept reading. He asked for a stack of draft paper and a few pencils, and stayed there quietly until Old Xia came over, at which point he stopped his calculations.

"Hello, you must be Dr. Xia, right?" Levi showed an unusual level of politeness, after all, these books contained notes and annotations made by Dr. Xia, and the printers in Kazdel had obviously regarded him as the author, printing his portrait and name in the author's column.

Therefore, Levy mistakenly believed that he was the big shot who wrote such a great textbook. Except for a few scientists who use scientific research to gain political seniority, most scientists are actually quite naive in this regard. If the other party has shown knowledge and talent far exceeding their own, then there is no problem in considering him as their senior or mentor.

"Dr. Levy, he's from the CCP."

"I need to correct something: the CCCP no longer exists." Levy corrected this minor misunderstanding with restraint. If he hadn't encountered the foolish son of a feudal landlord in the countryside, he probably wouldn't have been so cynical. In a sense, like Alexander the Great, he still had pride and love for his country.

"Um, may I ask how you managed to teleport like this?"

"You mean quantum teleportation technology, using a mineral with powerful energy to tunnel through..."

"Let me correct you, the tunnel does not support this kind of teleportation function," Old Xia pointed out his mistake.

“Hmm…” Levi thought for a moment. Given that the other party had complete theoretical support and based on the partial formula derivation results he had completed, the other party’s theory was 90% correct.

"You're absolutely right. I thought it was the tunnel that enabled a long-distance transition on the spacetime continuum. However, it seems there might be other contributing factors. I wonder if my equipment is still there? I might need a thorough review."

He was originally developing a new reactor and dirty bomb-type weapon, as well as using this powerful energy to create modified warriors. How could the Americans be at ease with such a thing? So, the Rainbow Team came to kill him.

"I've already checked. Theoretically, the energy level of your device is completely insufficient to achieve the minimum standard for tunneling and jumping. If you need it, I can give you the relevant algorithm formulas for macro-condensation to tunnel through subatomic scales right now. You can calculate it yourself, and it's at least four or five orders of magnitude off. Not to mention that your device simply doesn't realize this physical phenomenon."

Old Xia had rushed over with great enthusiasm to see if someone had set up a simplified version of the jump engine. But when he got there and checked it out, he couldn't say he couldn't understand it, but everything was wrong. Either the physical rules there were wrong, or there was a large missing piece of equipment or some other abnormal spacetime anomaly.

"You have this? Quick, Dr. Xia, bring it out so we can examine it together." Levi's eyes lit up. They even have this? Hurry up, what are we waiting for? Bring it out and show it to everyone!

"Alright, if you don't believe in superstition..." Old Xia handed over a tablet terminal, which displayed the derivation process he had just pulled up. The mathematical derivation, which was over two hundred pages long, was a bit difficult to read even for someone with Levy's intelligence.

However, based on the initial reading, even an optimistic estimate suggests that there is at least a two-order-of-magnitude difference in the energy of his reactor. He has to admit that if this is true, his teleportation is not due to his research results, but rather a coincidence or something else beneath the ancient salt mine of Cishan that caused his teleportation.

"The research and testing I completed at Magnet Mountain Laboratory went wrong because of those capitalist lackeys, so it ended up here," Levi said with a grim expression.

"So, there were other people besides you who came?"

"Besides those hunting dogs that won't let go once they smell something, who else would rush into the laboratory and wreak havoc?"

"To be honest, the security design of your lab does have some problems. I mean, according to the standards of biological experiments, you should put a bomb under every culture tank, so that it can destroy failed products and also surprise intruders if necessary."

"Your suggestion is very insightful, I will remember it next time."

"However, I still recommend installing a directional ion jet bomb. A fusion generator with a yield of about 50 tons, equipped with a deflector field locator, can prevent the other experimental chambers from being blown up as well."

Old Xia was very experienced in this. When he was in college, his seniors had the highest chance of creating something that was so badly made that they couldn't even clean it up properly. After evacuating the personnel, they separated the entire experimental module and vaporized it with a megaton-class nuclear bomb.

"Please forgive an old man's ignorance, but you mean... a nuclear fusion explosion when you say fusion generator?" Even as a Russian, he felt that this was a bit of an exaggeration.

"Yes, a miniature fusion explosion confined by gravity, about 50 tons of yield, was deflected into a directional jet to thoroughly disinfect the laboratory."

"Um, excuse me for asking, but how many interns die in your lab on average each year?" This setup sounds pretty outrageous. How could it be reasonable if at least a three-digit number of interns died each year?

"It's not that high, the annual accident rate is less than one in 100,000, and most of them don't need this kind of configuration. However, it's not like there aren't any cases where they can save time by directly initiating this kind of explosive measure." However, those are all their own experimental modules; the school wouldn't dare to do that.

"Here, using tower-type thermal spray projectiles would also be effective. We tried it a few times during our polar exploration and it worked very well." The demons that infiltrated the compartment didn't survive, so it's even less likely that the monsters in Levi's lab, which enhanced the infected, would survive.

“If necessary, I should purchase a batch in the future,” Levy nodded, agreeing that it was essential and would greatly reduce the number of those foolish capitalist lackeys who would disturb his experiments.

So what are your plans next?

"Well, after I finish reading these books, if possible, I need a fully equipped laboratory to review the original experiments."

“This might be a bit difficult. I don’t have any jump devices here. However, if you’re interested, you can take a look at this.” Old Xia pushed the tablet over. “The main damage to the super-membrane communication kit is to the gravitational wave generator in the middle, a string with extremely high density.”

"The gain and time-space transformation groups are intact, but the string in the middle is broken."

"If we can't generate gravitational waves, we can actually use other methods to do so..."

"High-frequency tunable gravitational waves"

"Well, let's discuss the materials for this then."

"Strongly interacting materials can be understood as a segment of neutron star matter preserved within a special force field."

"..."

Do you still have equipment for producing neutron star matter?

"No, but theoretically, the locals have an old high-frequency gravitational wave antenna at their space base in the Arctic, which can replace it to some extent."

"What about the encapsulation force field?"

"The transmitters at both ends are undamaged, but the repeater in the middle is damaged. That's not a big problem and is relatively easy to repair. It's mainly physical cutting damage. If all else fails, we can shorten the encapsulation force field and force it to work by sacrificing signal stability."

"So, you're familiar with this equipment before?"

"Yes, we've repaired hundreds of sets, but obviously we can't order pre-packaged parts here." This part is a complete pre-packaged part. In the past, when repairing it, we only needed to order in bulk. The neutron forging plant always ordered in three-digit quantities at a time.

Normally, repairing a device involves connecting both ends and testing it; if there are no problems, it's ready to use. However, the most difficult module to repair is the time-space conversion module. Lao Xia doesn't even understand its working principle, and it's not a fully packaged part. Usually, when it breaks, it either needs to be sent back to the factory or replaced entirely.

"If it's just for research... I can't give you a guarantee." Levi had to admit that his knowledge was far from sufficient to understand this thing—what the hell is neutron star matter? What kind of wild and inhuman words are those?

"High-frequency gravitational wave generation is a good research project, but I am more interested in your reactor."

"Fourth-generation fusion reactors, gravitational confinement... can you understand papers on gravitons and finite grand unified theory?"

"A finite grand unified theory!" Levy's voice trembled. What physicist could resist the temptation of such a thing?

"What about the paper?"

“No, but there are textbooks,” Old Xia pointed to the bottom layer of the table. These were the most difficult books, which Levi planned to save for last. “Don’t get your hopes up too high. These are general textbooks. Although they’re not at the high school level where we are, they’re at most first-year university physics textbooks. You… should understand that textbooks at this level don’t go into too much depth of theory.”

"Okay, I need a few months to slowly study these... textbooks. Ah, what a nostalgic time. How long has it been since I've had that?" It felt like returning to my youth in the Soviet university campus, spending time with the library and laboratory, and the time when I studied, discussed, argued, and explored with those equally brilliant young people who have long since become blurred images in photographs.

Chapter Thirty-Six: GTA 2077

Chapter 36

As night falls, there are few people on night duty at the police station in this remote agricultural town, let alone the place where prisoners are held. It's not that people lack vigilance, but in Kazdel, committing a crime and escaping is a very foolish and idiotic idea. Not to mention that most of the population has settled around the agricultural area according to the plan and there is a well-established identity and household registration system.

This means that if a stranger enters, he will soon be noticed by the local security department. Secondly, although Mr. Xia has established a large number of farms and production bases in Kazdel, there is still a considerable area that is desert.

It's difficult to survive in the desert without avoiding all the towns, and it's even more difficult to sneak into farms to steal food; those reinforced, electrified fences are so strong that even rock crabs can't break through them.

If a truly vicious criminal group were to emerge, then assigning more people to guard the area would be pointless. However, such criminal groups typically wouldn't venture into Kazdel to make a living, given the prevalence of violence and ruthlessness there.

The most difficult part is that when the authorities post wanted posters and bounties, every Sarkaz person you see could become a bounty hunter, and they might even be former bounty hunters or former criminals.

"Click!" The ordinary iron lock was easily pried open by Shuanghua. She carefully pushed open the iron gate and, instead of immediately rescuing her companion, Shuanghua slowly approached the dozing Sarkaz guard in a low posture. She forcefully tapped his carotid artery to make him sleep even more soundly before taking out the key and opening the doors one by one.

"Phew~ What an incredible experience." Blitzkrieg used the key to open the evidence room door, took out all of their equipment and put it back on, and then Ash used Thermoel to open the armory door.

"Crossbows?" The armory certainly wouldn't have many firearms. It mainly contained older military rapid-fire crossbows and a few guns. As for the expensive Snow Rabbit rifles and Hu Feng pistols, they wouldn't be placed here at all; those were collectibles and wouldn't be kept here.

"Wait, this gun..." Flash studied it for a long time but couldn't figure out how this weapon, which looked and felt like a UMP45, was fired. The trigger was completely stuck and there was no safety mechanism.

"Then put it down and don't cause any more trouble." Weapons are not about quantity, but enough is sufficient. However, it is indeed strange that the police station does not have any usable ammunition or equipment.

Shuanghua took a folded rapid-fire crossbow and a bag of bolts. The others could only put the guns they couldn't understand back in the distance. After inspection, they still didn't know what kind of ammunition the etched bullets were, and they didn't dare to take them with them.

Walking through the quiet lobby of the police station, I saw the young man on duty grinning foolishly at a device that looked like a tablet. But it was just a metal plate with no monitor, and I had no idea what he was looking at that made him laugh.

The portable network terminal produced by Kazdel transmits information directly to the optic nerve group containing Originium particles through near-range Originium pulse resonance. Theoretically, as long as the blind person is not blind due to damage to the optic nerve and visual processing part, they can also watch TV and access the Internet using this device.

Furthermore, the Kazdel Institute for Neuromedicine and its partners are even developing external devices to restore the power of blind veterans who lost their sight in the war; the current prototype looks like an eye patch.

Because current camera technology cannot match the reaction speed and visual sensitivity of the human eye, and because the synthetic agate semiconductor components that process such large, high-definition images comparable to natural vision are in a state of difficult development, current visual aids can only enable these blind people to "see," meeting the minimum needs of daily life.

If it were to be used on the battlefield, it wouldn't be enough. After all, the human eye's resolution is 5.76 million pixels, with a maximum resolution scale of 100µm. There are no cameras with this standard in reality, and the reaction speed for dynamic situations can reach more than 200 frames per second.

Similarly, to process such high-definition images, this auxiliary equipment would require a supercomputing-level graphics processing center, and the camera would be no smaller than the Harper Telescope.

The results of the tests showed that these veterans, who were equipped with visual aids goggles, were obviously slower to react than others and had difficulty distinguishing enemies at a certain distance, making them completely useless in intense combat.

Therefore, even the Covenant doesn't have an electronic prosthetic eye camera that's more powerful than the human eye. They choose to clone an eyeball for you and put it in. If you need something even more advanced, they can even modify your genes to give you a fully enhanced eyeball.

When it comes to "seeing," Lao Xia has proven that no man-made machine is as powerful as a living organism. To be honest, staring with wide-open dog eyes and carving words on stone are truly the two most ridiculous truths in the entire universe.

Clearly, these interstellar technologies, which were completely foreign to Terra, seemed rather strange to the four members of R6, as if they had stumbled onto the set of some kind of horror movie.

At the police station parking lot, Shuanghua deftly pried open the car door, then swiftly placed the shield on the back seat and sat in the driver's seat. "Electric car, I don't really like this design."

After starting the engine with an oddly shaped key, the police SUV slowly drove out of the parking lot. The sound of the engine clearly alerted the officer on duty who was watching videos.

"Damn it! Stop the car! Stop the car!" In his panic, he didn't even know whether he should fire. Damn it, that was a brand new car that the higher-ups had just provided. It was more valuable than the boss's wife. It was hard to say whether the prisoner would escape or the car would be smashed, or whether he would be hung up and skinned alive by the boss.

This hesitation allowed Blitzkrieg to smoothly ramp up its power to maximum, and the roaring engine propelled the little monster through the fence and onto the town's highway, disappearing into the distance.