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Europe, Switzerland.

"Geneva does not belong to Switzerland."

This widely circulated joke comes from the fact that Geneva is an international city, which concentrates international institutions such as the United Nations Headquarters in Geneva and the International Red Cross, as well as a large number of tourists from all over the world, as well as immigrants and laborers from Mediterranean countries.

At the parking stands at Cwantland International Airport, dozens of planes were parked that were not part of the original flight.

The planes were stacked on the tarmac, crowding out the space for the planes, forcing Cwantland International Airport to temporarily reschedule and eventually creating a backlog of foreign tourists in the terminal building who were stuck there because of delayed flights.

Many people complained dissatisfiedly, and some young people approached the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal building, took pictures of these unruly planes with their mobile phones, and uploaded the photos to the Internet, accompanied by the text, "Whose planes are these?" Please claim it. ”

There are still many netizens who have nothing to do and are idle, and soon, there will be a reply under this news.

Netizens from all over the world, through the aircraft registration number and nationality code, found the source of these aircraft without exception, all the aircraft are hung with the name of private customization, and none of them have been put into formal commercial use.

It is impossible for local tyrants to spend their holidays in a place like Geneva, where birds don't poop, after all, Geneva is an international city with a lot of people, and it is not a small island in the Virgin Islands frequented by some of the top celebrities of high society, and there are not so many lolitas for the entertainment of the elite of high society.

In other words, these private jets are a cover for government aircraft.

This peculiar discovery raised the popularity of the dynamic to a higher level, and netizens continued to dig deeper and found that behind all the planes parked here, there was a certain country's background.

United States, China, Russia, Britain, France, Germany.....

Why did these great powers of the world park their planes at Geneva's Cvantland International Airport?

After a brief gestation, conspiracy theories began to ramp around this dynamic, with some netizens believing that it was some kind of unsavory international conference to divide the world, while others saw it as a sign that World War III was about to begin.

All sorts of comments were in the air, but after a few minutes, the post was quickly deleted on the international network, and the pictures of the planes that appeared in the news were cleaned one by one by web crawlers, even if netizens watermarked the pictures of the planes.

What's even more bizarre is that any netizen who has browsed the news will have their personal IP locked and directly connected to the NICS system in the area where the IP belongs, and continue to pay attention to it. Once the individual continues to post content about the activity, the cybersecurity system will step in and purge the subsequent content posted by the entity to prevent further widespread attention to the incident.

Netizens from all over the world, who were annoyed by the automatic deletion of posts, did not know that the planes parked on the tarmac were indeed the government planes of various major countries in the world, and the passengers who stepped down from them were carrying a heavier mission.

Tony Stark sat in the back seat of the pitch-black SUV and touched the crystal patch on the back of his neck with some discomfort, the fingernail-sized patch contained enough high-energy explosives to blow his whole body to pieces in an instant.

Because this Iron Man voluntarily surrendered, he had a good attitude of admitting his guilt, and for the sake of him being a professional scientific researcher and a top inventor, he was not thrown directly into the prison of the underground base of the school city, but got a chance to make meritorious contributions.

"Mr. Stark, are you feeling unwell?"

A Swiss scientist sitting across from him, speaking some accented English, asked, "Do you need to stop?" ”

"No, no, no, I'm fine." Stark hurriedly waved his hand, rejecting the other man's kindness, "It's just that the label on the back of this suit stabbed me." ”

“.... That's it. The Swiss scientist glanced at Stark's haute couture suit, nodded, and did not speak.

The large SUV had just departed from Geneva's Cvantland International Airport, along with dozens of other SUVs of the same type, on a slightly deserted road.

The SUV convoy was not alone, with motorbike security provided by the Swiss police surrounding the convoy, several helicopters hovering in mid-air, and a convoy of armed armoured vehicles not far away.

This is a luxurious escort specification, and even if a head of state like the American Commander General visits Switzerland, he will not be able to provide a stronger security force.

And these escort teams are protected by dozens of SUVs carrying physicists of different nationalities, as well as envoys of different nationalities.

Guests who have traveled from a foreign country sit in the seats of the SUV, carefully flip through the paper materials in their hands, and occasionally raise their heads to whisper to each other.

Tomoko? Conspiracy? Alien civilizations?

The convoy continued in a silent and eerie atmosphere, and at the end of the somewhat long drive, the convoy stopped.

What catches the eye is a vast wilderness, the Jura Mountains on the border between Switzerland and France are like an arc, outlining a gentle crescent-shaped subduction zone, making the wind and rain at the foot of the mountain, the farmland is strange, and the cuff-like clear river water has a kind of pastoral charm in the early period.

However, neither the hundreds of physicists who got off the SUV, nor the envoys of various countries, were in the mood to enjoy the scenery.

Instead of above-ground farmland, they focused on the particle accelerator 100 meters below ground, known as the LHCLARGE Hadron Collider.

With solemn faces, the experts were searched by security personnel at the entrance of the surface building of the LHC, and then took the elevator in turn and descended to the underground space.

Soon, the crowd gathered, and the invited guests stood in the underground hall, crowded and black.

"It's an honor for you to accept my invitation to come here and see an experiment."

Leon's voice rang out on the stage, and he looked down.

It is home to the world's largest and best physicists, and if human beings were to learn about the world like mountaineering, they would undoubtedly be the closest to the mountain.

"Next, I will show you the existence of Tomoko."

CERN, CERN, the mecca of particle physicists.

With 3,000 full-time employees and 6,500 scientists and engineers from 80 nationalities representing more than 500 university institutions, it represents half of the world's particle physics community.

And Leon invited the other half of the particle physics circle to be the promoter of Zettari's targeted poverty alleviation project, and he has the ability to do so.

Now, he and these scholars, who are the most representative of human exploration of the structure of matter, stand on the observation platform of the LHC Large Hadron Collider, looking down through the floor-to-ceiling glass to look down at the huge Atlas Loop LHC experimental device.

On July 4, 2012, the 46-meter-long, 25-meter-wide, and 25-meter-high Atlas sonde measured a new boson with a mass of 126.5 gev, a type of God particle Higgs particle.

And now, it's going to be back in motion.

"Let's get started."

Leon nodded to the head of the LHC.

At the head of the tunnel, a high-pressure gas tube begins to slowly release hydrogen gas, converting hydrogen atoms that follow the rules of disordered tremor into a single proton in a plasma state that is output to a Linac linear accelerator.

Soon, this long stream of protons is discharged into the annular vacuum orbit of the proton synchrotron, and as the magnetic field strengthens, the particle flow turns faster and faster.

As if that weren't enough, the small annular vacuum orbit could not meet the speed required for the proton stream to collide, so the 2,200-meter-diameter Super Proton Synchrotron began to accept the protons, which were shunted into two beams and continued to rotate around the ring.

Two streams of particles rotating in reverse directions are isolated in two annular vacuum orbits, and the 36.6-kilometer-long LHC device opens its mouth to devour the proton stream from the proton synchrotron.

Three successive accelerations caused the two streams of protons in the annular vacuum orbit to contain millions of particles each, running wildly at a speed of nearly 300,000 kilometers per second, equivalent to running 11,245 times in a tunnel with a circumference of 26.659 kilometers in one second.

Eventually, a stream of protons containing 7 trillion electron volts collided, creating a high temperature equivalent to ten times the temperature of the sun's center and extinguishing it in an instant.

Unable to see through the heavy metal structure and see what was happening in the circular acceleration orbit, all they could do was raise their heads, look at the empty screen, and talk in whispers.

CERN does this every day, accelerating particles to the speed of light, colliding with each other, hoping to produce something new.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny. Trying to find a new particle from two colliding streams of particles is as difficult as finding a drop of rain of slightly different colors in a colliding downpour.

CERN's staff are accustomed to failure, and not even a single one of the hundreds or even tens of thousands of trials will make a difference.

Disorder and chaos are the norm for particle colliders.

People were waiting, but Leon on the observation platform remained indifferent.

After a long wait, the results came in, and the four detection instruments of CMS, Alice, Atlas, and LHCB, showed a disappointing and distorted picture.

There are no new particles, no new laws, no new discoveries.

"Try again."

Li Ang waved his hand and made a decision.

The CERN staff looked at each other, and the person in charge scratched his head that was about to be topped up, "Try." ”

And so, the collider was running again.

This time, as always, nothing was gained.

"Try again."

Li Angfeng said lightly.

On the observation platform, some people were already frowning, you must know that many people were dragged out of their own bedding by the country's intelligence officers, and they were sent to the plane without even eating breakfast, and they rushed here thousands of miles away.

Even if you're Leon.,It's the creator of the school city.,But you can't entertain people like this!

The slight discussion gradually sounded, and Leon still looked at the detector below as if he hadn't heard it.

It was noon, and the hungry listened irritably to the hum of the air conditioner, waiting for a third result.

As always, nothing was gained.

Discontent has reached a critical level, and these particle physicists, who are treated at the top wherever they go, have begun to peek into the exit of the observatory and wonder how they can get out of it.

Li Ang held three printed particle distribution tables in his hand, looked at the experts with different expressions below, and said calmly: "What does it mean that there are three consecutive experiments, each with the same conditions, but the results are different?" ”

No one in the crowd answered, and only an indifferent look was given to Leon.

"Illustrating that the rules of physics are uneven in time and space?" Li Ang tilted his head and said indifferently: "If that's the case, the laws of physics no longer exist. ”

What exactly are you trying to illustrate?

The crowd didn't ask questions, but the look in their eyes said it all.

Leon smiled and placed the briefcase he was holding on the table, and two gems were lying quietly in the bag.

One is blue, from the Cosmic Cube in the Treasury of the Kingdom of Asgard, symbolizing space.

A green Eye of Agamotto from the Ancient One of the Ancient Masters of the Sanctuary of the Supreme Sanctuary, symbolizing time.

The gems of time and space lie silently together, like lotus flowers.

Leon held a gem in one hand, and the mysteries of time and space were revealed before his eyes, and a layer of formless and massless vesicle energy ripples spread out around him, and finally reported the entire LHC Large Hadron Collider.

"Now, try again." Li Ang turned his head and said indifferently.

Iron Man in the crowd only felt a cold current flowing through his spine, he was the closest to the truth among these people, Li Ang, who held the time and space gem in his hand, should have laid an invisible and qualitative barrier around the LHC Large Hadron Collider just now.

People were puzzled, but under the guidance of a kind of premonition, the machine was started again.

A loud tremor sounded in the tunnel below, and hungry people stared blankly at the simulated images projected by the intelligent AI on the screen.

However, a pair of godless eyes suddenly widened at the same time, and I saw that on the big screen, there were extremely abrupt and hideous crests in the table of particle distribution.

126.5gev new boson....

"How is that possible?"

Doubts continue to ring, the last time this particle was discovered, it was on July 4, 2012, and it was not until March 14, 2013 that CERN officially announced that the new particle was the Higgs boson.

After tens of thousands of experiments, only one was successful, and Leon only tried four times?

Suddenly, the experts came to their senses and rushed to the computer platform, snatching the freshly printed, ink-scented paper, and staring at the particle distribution map with wide eyes.

"Try again." Leon said firmly.

This time, the result is still a new boson of 126.5 gev.

"How could it be !!"

The roar continued to sound, the experts who were about to die scratched the few remaining strands of hair, the gray-haired old man staggered against the table, and the nimble young people stared at Li Ang as if they had seen a ghost.

"Try again."

The results are still the same.

"Try again."

The results are still the same.

The crowd was silent, staring blankly at the three almost identical tables in the picture

Find a drop of unusually colored rain in the midst of heavy rain, once for luck, twice for magic, and three times for miracles.

"Is it strange?"

Leon looked at the sluggish crowd and said calmly: "This is the pattern we should get, before this, all the attempts made by humans on the Hadron Collider were all illusions dropped by Zhizi. ”

"God does exist, but this God is not kind and generous, on the contrary, they are very vicious."

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