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Twenty years ago, date unknown, in the Eastern Pacific, the US Pacific Seventh Fleet "Ticonderoga"-class missile cruiser "Cowbans". Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The electric bell on the bridge of the info was loud, and the first officer on duty put down the telescope in his hand and picked up the internal phone. "First mate, the radar shows an aircraft of unknown nationality flying towards the east coast of the United States." The radar officer in the combat command center looked at a flashing point of light on the screen and nervously hugged the phone. "Location." The first mate stood up, walked to the window and picked up another phone. “1－2－0。” The radarman quickly reported the location of some planes, and then said to the first officer, "Do you want to sound the alarm?" "Let's take a look." The first mate hung up the phone, turned around and left the bridge, walked towards the observation platform in mind, set up the telescope in his hand in front of him, and looked for the plane in the gray sky of the radarman. The weather forecast said that there would be a small storm today, but even then it would still affect the towns on the east coast of the United States, this kind of weather was really not suitable for naval operations, but the mission was on his shoulders, and the first mate had to fight the spirit of the galaxy The salty sea breeze searched the sky. Suddenly, a gray shadow broke through the clouds, and two white exhaust gases mingled with the dark clouds before disappearing in a few moments. Damn this speed, is it a new jet plane for the Soviets? Let him fly down again, and it won't take twenty minutes to bomb the continental United States! Are the Soviets crazy? This is to provoke a war! The first mate did not dare to slack off, the nerves that had been relaxed before were tensed again, and he hurriedly rushed back to the bridge, and the first mate pulled down the electric switch, and the alarm suddenly remembered that the entire "Cowpens" entered a combat state. Twenty seconds later, the captain and a group of crew pushed open the bridge door, the battleship had turned, and the captain looked at the direction on the compass and immediately walked to the first mate's side. "What's going on?" "An unidentified plane entered U.S. airspace and we are trying to contact him but have never received a response." The first mate stood straight facing the captain, he didn't dare to say what he guessed in his heart, it was possible that the Soviets were in the sky, but at this time, as an officer, he had to take responsibility for everything he said. "Where is the plane?" The captain walked over to the surveyor's side and looked at the charts laid out on the countertop, on which a red trajectory clearly marked the course of the aircraft. "Sir." The corporal surveyor gave a military salute to the captain and pointed to the charts and explained, "Ten seconds ago, the plane was out of the radar search, and after the calculation, it was to follow this route. "We don't dare to aim with fire control radars, and once the other side is really Soviet, we will provoke a war." The first mate walked over worriedly and looked at the captain. "Command, Captain, we must intercept that plane." The first mate continued. “······” The captain lowered his head and thought for a moment, and from the expression on his face, he could see that he was indeed a little anxious, no one wanted to encounter such a thing, but as a soldier loyal to the country, no matter who encountered this situation, he had to stand up. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and the captain raised his head as if determined. "Prepare a 'standard' anti-aircraft missile, and the radar is aimed at that plane." Quickly gave the order, the first mate turned around and grabbed a phone after receiving the order, while the captain turned around and snatched the headset and microphone from the communicator's hand, "This is the cruiser USS Cowpens of the US Pacific Seventh Fleet, please report your identity, otherwise it will be regarded as an invasion." There was a rustling white noise from the microphone, it could be that the storm interfered with radio communications, or it was possible that the other party simply ignored it, no matter how you listened to the harsh white noise in the headphones, it seemed like a provocation, and a wave of anger rose in the captain's heart. And at this moment, the first mate on the side ran back. "Captain, the fire control radar has been aimed, and the missile launch is ready." "Launch!" Without the slightest hesitation, the captain threw the microphone and headset back into the communicator's arms and immediately rushed out of the bridge. "Professor, we're being targeted." The plane slowly stretched above the clouds, but the warning in the cabin was still not extinguished, and a new point of light suddenly appeared on the screen next to it, aiming up from behind at a faster speed than this plane. The driver's eyes widened, because it was a "standard" anti-aircraft missile displayed on the screen. "What about the professor? Do you want to fight? The pilot looked nervously into the cabin, but the white figure in the luxury leather seat seemed to be asleep, and did not respond to the driver's question. Oh hell! The pilot slapped his forehead and pushed the joystick in his hand to press the nose down, and the plane descended again below the clouds. The dense raindrops hit the fuselage of the plane with a thumping sound, after all, the relative speed of the plane and the raindrops reached 400 kilometers per hour, and even a water droplet with a volume of only 0.5 cubic centimeters was powerful enough to penetrate a piece of brown paper. The white figure slowly opened his eyes with a loud bang, and it looked like he was a little sleepless, giving the impression that he was dying—but that was only because he had drunk too much alcohol last night, and he was dizzy now. "What for! Shock resistance test! Fly the plane up, it's noisy here! The white figure stiffened its tongue and yelled at the driver. I thought that the professor was just hiding it, but I didn't expect that he was really asleep, and it seemed that his IQ had also been affected a little, and the smell of aviation fuel in the cabin of one mouth was immediately replaced by vodka. Is it really okay to let such a person come and give you an idea? It's really unfortunate to get home, I haven't met the U.S. Navy for more than 20 years back and forth on this route, the plane has changed from piston propellers to the current turbocharged engines, and the technology has innovated for I don't know how many generations, but my luck has dropped to the extreme, just like last night in a casino in Hong Kong lost all the subsidies for business trips. The driver took a sip and stopped bothering with the professor, and the driver stopped responding to the professor's complaints. The light on the screen is getting closer and closer, and he only has one chance to launch infrared jamming missiles at a vertical angle when the "standard" missile passes by him. The pilot opened the cockpit window, and the rain crackled in from the window, which was extremely dangerous but the pilot had no choice but to use the naked eye to determine the distance of the missile from the plane. Stretching out his hand, a small mirror in his hand reflected a silver-gray missile approaching the plane with a long tail flame. It's almost there, it's almost there! The driver's heart beat to one hundred and seventy per second, and his eyes were bloodshot as if he had stayed up all night. Now is the time! The driver shouted in his heart, let go of the mirror in his hand and let it fall, while his left hand held the joystick tightly and pulled it back desperately, and his right hand clicked a few times on the control board, and then a button lit up, and the driver didn't think about clicking this button. A row of hatches were opened under the wings on both sides of the plane, and the launch tubes with black holes inside were exposed, and the next second a red light flashed, and every meter the plane advanced, a jamming bomb would be sprayed out of the launch tube! A total of twenty-four jamming bombs exploded in the sky, like welcome fireworks. The "Standard" anti-aircraft missile lost its target after shaking in the sky, and the suddenly rising plane and the jamming bomb perfectly changed its position, and the missile could not distinguish the real body of the plane, and it mistakenly thought that the jamming bomb was its target. A bang sounded from below Yozeng, and the firelight flashed as if he was looking upside down at the thunderclouds in the sky. The driver closed the window and let out a long sigh. Now the Americans should think that they have bombed the target, and it is nothing to die, because this plane never existed in the first place. "Really, it's always enough to master the technology, so why can't they build an aircraft that can't be swept by radar." The driver complained indignantly and at this time, a heavy smell of alcohol came from behind him, and the driver was frightened and immediately turned his head. "Professor." "Hmm." The professor nodded, and although he said that he was full of wine, it seemed that the professor had almost recovered, "You're right, this idea has been there since the beginning, but even we have been failing. But we are very close to this goal, and we have made changes in the materials and the shape of the aircraft, and there is an aircraft that can really evade radar scanning, and it can fly past the Americans' finally strong Pacific defense line without being targeted. We even used the plane to take a few bird's-eye views of the Pentagon. "The professor looked proud when he spoke, as if he had sewn the plane with a needle and a thread." So why ······" The pilot didn't care whether the plane was sewn or pinched, and he cared about why I didn't fly the plane. "Because of financial problems, the cost of the first verification aircraft is as high as 200 million, so we built a drone, and it is worth mentioning that the average speed of this drone can reach Mach 2, that is, twice the speed of sound." The professor stretched out two fingers as if in a triumphant gesture with a gloomy face, but this obviously did not match the expression on his face, and the contrast was surprisingly large. "Professor, what's wrong with you? Uncomfortable? "The attentive driver noticed the professor's strange appearance, and at first thought it was the professor's motion sickness, but after a closer look, there was no uncomfortable expression on the professor's face, and everything was so calm." Nothing, I'm fine. The professor turned away from the co-pilot's seat and returned to the cabin, "Call me when you are about to land, and I'll sleep a little longer." The ferry broke through the water, splashing white ripples, and despite the waves more than a meter high on the sea, the steel behemoth was still as steady as the ground. The Soviets were world leaders in military technology, and their warships moved unimpeded in the Arctic and Black Seas. This technology was supposed to be a national secret, but it is unknown when it was stolen by a group of self-proclaimed scientific pioneers who used Soviet technology to build ships in the United States, and built ships far better than the Soviets. This is what kind of secret arrest operation the KGB will start again, if the photograph is in the hands of Brezhnev, which is not seen by the spy satellites of the Soviets. The battleship slowly approached, and the white professor, followed by the sailors, walked down the suspension ladder, and there was no decent welcome ceremony, because of the sudden arrival of the storm, the scheduled welcome ceremony of flowers and rows of students was canceled. A figure ran from the harbor in the rain and stopped the professor. "Professor, there's a welcome ball in the ball hall in the evening, and the principal says you must attend." The visitor was a student, the professor had not seen him, and it seemed that the missionist who had been notified at the moment had rushed over, his white shirt still out of the way, and the white school uniform on his upper body was soaked by the rain and stuck to his body. "Prom······" The professor hesitated for a moment, obviously remembering something, the sad expression on his face deteriorated sharply, and even showed a trace of hatred, "There is no need for the prom, go and tell the principal that I have a very important paper to finish tonight, and I am afraid that I will not have an idea if it is late." Thank you on my behalf for the kindness of the principal. The professor casually made an excuse to prevaricate back, which was obviously beyond the student's expectations, and he followed the professor's footsteps closely after a moment's pause. Is that really okay? Professor. "No problem, you can just tell the headmaster." The professor waved his hand impatiently, not wanting to talk about the ball any more, and then told the sailor to put his luggage in front of his dormitory, and then boarded the car that had come to pick him up. The student was stunned in the rain and was a little overwhelmed, but soon the student did not set his feet and ran towards the station. This may be the so-called romance of adults, or it may be that there is a thesis to be completed, but in any case, the obligation to announce it has been fulfilled, and as for whether the professor will participate or not, it is not up to me to interfere. The car stopped at the entrance to the library, and the professor thanked the driver and walked into the library. The professor's office is here, he does have a thesis that has not been completed, but it is just a thesis, and the idea is not in a hurry tonight, the purpose of his return here is to avoid the eyes of others. There are already more important things, and he will do them anyway. Taking off his rain-soaked gray-white trench coat, the professor slumped into his leather swivel chair like mud. A white candle was already placed on the table in front of him, and the professor took out a match and lit it. "Rest in peace, my dear friend······" The professor choked up and stopped talking, tears streaming down his eyes. He bent down, covering his eyes with his hands and trying not to cry out loud. At this moment, the door to the office was pushed open, and a figure hurried in. "Professor Feng, I heard that you didn't attend the prom, what about Professor Su? How can there only be ······" The visitor was stunned at the door, there was no light in the room, only a spark that kept beating and seemed to be half extinguished at any moment. "Professor Feng, what are you doing?" The student walked in puzzled, looked at the candle in front of Feng Fengxiang and asked puzzledly, "Which tribe's ritual is this?" Professor, don't always mess with these things, okay? "No, it's not a ritual." Feng Fengxiang raised his head and wiped away his tears, "This is a festival, someone has left us." "Leave?" The student didn't understand for a while, "What are you talking about, professor?" "Someone dies, and before they come back." Feng Fengxiang lowered his head, he didn't know where he came out of an aluminum pot, which was full of vodka. "What's going on? Someone ······" The student was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something, and quickly walked around the back of the desk, and generally said that the wine jug in Feng Fengxiang's hand was snatched down. "Professor, what the hell is going on! What's the deal with someone dying? What about Professor Su Zhe? He's fine, tell me where he is! There was panic in the student's eyes, and he did not give up the hope in his heart, in the student's heart, Su Zhe was just shelved in Shanghai because of some official business, it may be an academic report or a public speech at the university. But these two events happened so coincidentally that the students' hearts were full of despair. "Calm down, Li Meng!" Feng Fengxiang shouted, and the students on the side let go of the hand that grabbed Feng Fengxiang's sleeve, "That's right, Su Zhe is dead, that damn ······ That bastard! Why ······" In the end, Feng Fengxiang didn't have the courage to continue this cruel remark. Along the way, Feng Fengxiang always warned himself to be calm, at least not to shed tears in front of the students, but in the end, he still couldn't hold back, and the tears in the corners of Feng Fengxiang's eyes were like a stream. "How could it be ······" The student staggered back two steps and sat down on the couch, "How so?" Professor Su Zhe······ Why is this happening······"" It was a gang of gangsters who attacked Su Zhe's house before my plane landed, and everyone except his brother and wife were killed by the gangsters. The gangsters are interested in money. Feng Fengxiang said in a deep voice. Can you find out who it is? Li Meng stood up slowly. What are you doing? There is nothing we can do, the Chinese police have already started an investigation, this is a major burglary and homicide, and they will definitely solve the case. Feng Fengxiang looked at Li Meng and became nervous, and for some reason, he felt an ominous premonition. It's too late, the people who attacked Professor Su are definitely not ordinary gangsters, they must have their own backstage. It may be that a group of government officials needed Professor Su's research to carry out this crime. The police alone can't catch them. Li Meng said to himself, and at the same time turned around and walked towards the outside of the office. Hey, what are you going to do? Feng Fengxiang stood up, he regretted telling Li Meng about it so early. It's nothing, go back and cry, maybe you can catch the ball. Li Meng turned around and smiled at Feng Fengxiang, and gently closed the door of Feng Fengxiang's office. Newcastle College, Barton Wing, Chemistry and Biotechnology Laboratory. "That's it, Genetic Enhancement Elixir." Li Meng looked at the red transparent agent in the vacuum spiral test tube, and said softly, "It's a pity that I've only done the test on mice and haven't injected it into the human body, professor." Li Meng grabbed a pressure syringe from the tray on the side, inserted the test tube into the syringe, and fixed it with a click, "Then I will fill this regret for you." Without the slightest hesitation, Li Meng injected the genetic enhancement medicine into his veins. A complex and dangerous chemical reaction erupted in Li Meng's veins, as if something was about to break free from his body, and Li Meng felt that his body was about to explode. "Ah——!h Li Meng shouted involuntarily, this has no obvious effect on relieving the pain, but the pressure in his heart is vented through the vibrating vocal cords, Li Meng watched his skin color gradually lighten, turned his head to look at the floor mirror on the side, the original signature jet-black medium and long hair turned from the roots of the hair to white little by little. The pain continued, but Li Meng couldn't scream anymore, and he shouted hoarsely. Tears swirled in the air of his eyes, not the discomfort caused by the pain, but the sudden death of Professor Su Zhe, which made Li Meng feel that his heart was empty all of a sudden. The scene in front of him gradually blurred, and when it was clear, Li Meng's heart also calmed down. It's better to mourn than to die. Looking at his white self in the mirror, Li Meng felt the power brought by the genetic enhancement potion, as if it could shatter the concrete wall in one circle, Li Meng felt that he was already omnipotent. There was a dead gray in his eyes, and despair devoured Li Meng's heart. Li Meng, whose parents died early, was adopted by Professor Su Zhe, and it was Su Zhe who brought Su Zhe to Newcastle College, and in Li Meng's eyes, Su Zhe was his father. "Don't worry, father, I will avenge your revenge." The sadness in his heart swallowed Li Meng's reason, and there was a hint of madness in his gray-white eyes. But more often than not, there is despair, and sadness. 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