Chapter 642: Maybe This Is Fate

Virginia, CIA headquarters.

In the director's office, there was a deafening roar, and the entire glass window almost rattled.

"What a bunch of shit! You're just watching that shipment slip out of your nose? Throwing the report from Europe on the table, the director of the CIA roared in a rage, "Three whole containers!" That's a real three-seater container! You told me I couldn't find it? โ€

Jemmt, the director of the Office of European Affairs, had an embarrassed expression on his face at the moment, and lowered his head and whispered.

"Sir...... It's a bit complicated. โ€

The director said angrily: "Complicated? Which case do we handle that is not complex? โ€

Jemut explained quickly, "Based on the latest news from Agent Horns who is in Italy, we are not sure where the equipment ended up being shipped to, not necessarily Huaguo-"

"Are you stupid or am I stupid? Who else but them desperately wants those things? โ€

You, of course......

However, Jemmt only dared to live in his heart at this sentence.

With his head down, he honestly admitted his mistake.

"Of course it's my ......"

"You don't need to tell me!" Calming the anger in his heart, the director sat back in his chair and took a sip of water, "Now where is the progress of the investigation?" โ€

Looking at the still angry director, Jemut cautiously continued, "We tried to find the Italian named Thatch Falbilai, but we couldn't find this person at all, and we suspect that this is a forged identity. โ€

"Parcel...... What about the address of the package? That package is all that matters! Through the postal system, we can always find out who is behind the scenes! The thought of the note that he had crumpled and thrown into the trash ten minutes earlier made his heart feel a fire.

In his opinion, this is simply a provocation by Chi Guoguo!

And not just for him, but for the CIA as a whole!

"Mr. ......"

Looking at Jemmt, who was about to speak, the director frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"The method you are talking about...... Of course, we thought about it, and we found out the shipping address of the package through DHL's forwarding system, and the final coordinates pointed to French Guiana. We contacted agents in South America and found the person who sent the package, a young man in high school. As a result, he said that he did not know the man named Thatch Falbilai, but that he had been told by email that he could get 100 euros if he sent the note and took a picture of the tracking number and sent it to him. โ€

The director immediately asked, "What about that mailbox?" โ€

A bitter expression appeared on Jemmt's face.

"It's already written off."

There was silence in the office.

Taking a deep breath, the director stretched out his trembling right hand and pressed his eyebrows, and did not speak for a while.

Looking at the director who fell silent, Jemut quietly changed his tone and asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Sir?"

"What for?"

"We ...... What's next? โ€

"I don't know, don't ask me," said the tired director with his right hand pinching his eyebrows, reaching out and digging out a document from the corner of the table, "This is a major mistake, because our negligence will have a serious impact on the ongoing controlled fusion negotiations...... Fack, how do I explain it to the president. โ€

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At a time when intelligence systems throughout North America and Western Europe were in disarray because of the missing equipment, the containers carrying the equipment had already crossed the Panama Canal on a corn-carrying freighter, drifted across the ocean into the East China Sea, and docked at the port of Haizhou in the morning light.

And at this moment, the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study.

Lu Zhou, who came here by car early in the morning, took the paper to the Institute of Physics.

When Lu Zhou arrived at the director's office, Senior Brother Luo was standing next to the coffee machine while waiting for the water to boil, while looking down at the literature in his hand and thinking.

Knocking on the open door, Lu Zhou, who walked into the office, put the stack of paper papers in his hand on the table, "I have studied that paper carefully, and it is indeed a good idea to prove it." โ€

"I think so too...... The key is that we have to find the value of that m," looking at the brewed coffee, Luo Wenxuan poured himself a cup, and then looked at Lu Zhou, "Do you need it?" โ€

Lu Zhou: "Thank you, no need...... I prefer the instant one. โ€

Luo Wenxuan, who threw two sugar cubes into the cup and stirred the cup, shook his head: "Instant coffee has no soul." โ€

Lu Zhou: "......"

Walking to the side of the desk, Luo Wenxuan glanced at the paper full of annotations that Lu Zhou put on the table, took a sip of coffee, and asked casually.

"How? Got a clue? โ€

Lu Zhou: "A little. โ€

"Poofโ€”โ€”!

A sip of coffee sprayed on the computer, and Luo Wenxuan, who couldn't stop coughing, quickly pulled out a paper towel and wiped the coffee on the paper dry.

Looking at his violent reaction, Lu Zhou was slightly stunned, frowned and said, "...... As for being so excited? โ€

"Not excited! No, no, no, it's really exciting," Luo Wenxuan said incoherently, Luo Wenxuan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the voice that almost changed his voice made his efforts in vain, "You mean, you already have an idea?!" โ€

"Yes." Lu Zhou nodded and glanced at the blackboard next to him, "Do you need me to tell you?" โ€

Luo Wenxuan: "If it's convenient, please tell me!" โ€

"There's nothing inconvenient, this problem itself can't be done by one person, and I need your help," Lu Zhou said, picking up a piece of chalk from the desk next to him and simply writing a line on the blackboard.

After staring at that line of words for a long time, Luo Wenxuan's brows furrowed slightly.

"Quantum...... Young Mills Field? โ€

"Yes," Lu Zhou nodded, "The combination of the Higgs mechanism and the Yang Mills field has been successfully applied to the weak electricity theory part of the standard model to explain quantum field theory, but the zero mass problem of the strongly interacting Yang Mills field cannot be solved simply by the method of "symmetry breaking", do you understand what I mean?" โ€

Thinking about this sentence repeatedly, Luo Wenxuan's eyes gradually brightened, and he spit out two words in a tone that could not hide his excitement.

"So ......"

"Well," Lu Zhou nodded, and said succinctly, "You may have guessed what I was trying to say. To solve this problem, we need a quantum field that corresponds to the classical amount of action in the aforementioned problem, the quantum Yang Mills field. โ€

If this quantum Yangmills field can be found, the particle with mass m will no longer be a problem, and the problem of zero mass of strong interactions will undoubtedly be solved.

Just as Lu Zhou was about to further explain his thoughts, a mobile phone ringtone suddenly floated out of his pocket.

Throwing away the chalk in his hand, Lu Zhou took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

When he saw the caller, he was slightly stunned.

Called from the Bureau of Science and Industry?

With doubts, Lu Zhou pressed the button and put the phone to his ear.

Luo Wenxuan, who was standing next to him, consciously walked to the side to avoid it, sat on the sofa and drank coffee, quietly waiting for the landing boat to finish the call.

About five minutes passed.

The call was finally over.

Hanging up the phone, Lu Zhou stuffed the phone back into his pocket, looked at Senior Brother Luo sitting on the sofa and sighed, and said in a somewhat helpless tone.

"Why do I come to me every time I discuss a problem with you?"

Luo Wenxuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"I don't know...... Maybe it's fate. โ€

Lu Zhou: "......"

With such a fate to trouble, he couldn't be happy at all.

Of course, it's not a big deal.