From black technology to super engineering

"Mr. Ye Ming, may I think that you are threatening our company?"

Ye Ming looked at the phone, and was a little stunned to hear a strange voice suddenly came from inside.

He called Musk's number, that's right!

What is this thing popping up out of nowhere?

"By the way, let me introduce myself, I am Will, a senior agent from the Bureau of Investigation..."

On the phone, this slightly gloomy voice came again.

Ye Ming was silent for a few seconds, his eyebrows slowly raised.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a senior agent from the Bureau of Investigation."

"No, I ask, Who do you think you are?"

...

When Ye Ming popped out the phrase "How old are you?" word by word, Musk's eyes flashed an elusive light.

He took a deep breath and put his phone back in an instant.

"Professor Ye Ming."

"Elon, as a scientist, I hope that science is used to promote the advancement of the entire human civilization, rather than being used for the bravery of interest groups."

"Even if we disagree on the direction of space exploration, our ultimate goal should be the same."

Musk exhaled slowly: "I agree with your point of view."

"So, you should understand that I am very unwilling to let Aita become a weapon—because she will stand by everyone in the world one day, and become everyone's closest assistant and partner."

"Similarly, I also believe that you can let certain people, such as those idiots around you at the moment, know that unless they cut off all the Internet, otherwise..."

Musk's eyelids twitched instantly, and he said in a deep voice, "Understood."

"Thank you, and may the world be peaceful."

After a while, his cell phone rang again, it was Professor Dennis.

Immediately afterwards, it was Professor Menggard again.

——In this morning, countless friends from the scientific and business circles communicated frequently through various means.

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satellite center

Ye Ming hung up the phone.

He looked at Director Niu who was video-connecting with him on his laptop, and exhaled slowly.

Although the expression on the opposite side was slightly relaxed, it was only "a little bit" relaxed.

It was Director Niu's instruction to let him contact Musk, and even to express and threaten him to what extent.

Ye Ming knew why.

In the final analysis, it is to ensure that Yaoyue will go to heaven as promised!

After a few seconds of silence, Ye Ming smiled wryly and said, "Lao Niu, give me a letter of approval. If we really fight, will we go to heaven?"

"I don't know, no one dares to bet." In the video, Director Niu shook his head and sighed: "In the most difficult times, in order to avoid misjudgment, the ballast stones have maintained a relationship of mutual trust."

Ye Ming hummed: "The one who called?"

"Yes. But this time, the ballast stones have also started to have problems..."

"Then... will it happen?" Ye Ming hesitated for a few seconds, and asked this question like everyone else: "Aggravated... toward an irresistible..."

In the video, Director Niu was also silent for a few seconds, and finally sighed with a smile: "Who knows? Anyway, this time, we will not retreat."

"..."

"If you really still have the time to pay attention to this..."

Ye Ming immediately went crazy when he heard it: "Boss, is it a leisurely thing to pay attention to this? I'm going to run away if I fight!"

Director Niu laughed.

Indeed, Ye Ming will definitely run away with a bucket when he really gets to the next step - at least it is impossible to be "leisurely" as he is now, and he can still show his face or something.

"Well, then you should pay more attention to the media, especially those with an official nature."

Ye Ming was slightly taken aback.

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The next day, public opinion continued to ferment on global social media.

Circus performances are the top trending searches. .

And this time, as usual, any social media in China did not restrict the movements of various strains, but let the common people take pictures and upload them on the Internet.

Whether it's an amphibious tank driving on the beach, or a fighter jet flying into the sky, a missile vehicle traveling on the road, or a fleet of battleships cruising in the ocean...

This scene was presented to the whole world without any concealment, at a glance, and without any dead ends.

Among them, the most moving, or shocking, is the scene of mechanical soldiers all in black, shining with metallic light, sitting on armored vehicles in full armor, and heading to the seaside with ordinary soldiers.

And when it all comes together...

It has become an unprecedented Internet parade.

...

"Is this the conquest of a small broken island? Is this the conquest of an alien planet?"

"My God, may there be peace in the world!"

"God, stop these lunatics!"

"Why? Why is our fleet going there to participate in the performance?"

"Jamai stays! Am I safe under Mt. Fuji?"

"The residents of the Ryukyu Islands are trembling..."

Massive amounts of information flood the entire Internet, so that few people notice that no matter which side, many traditional, authoritative, and "official" media do not promote too much.

In the overwhelming information, one after another ships began to arrive at the predetermined location.

...

January fourteenth.

Somewhere in the seaside city.

He Mo was wearing camouflage, and she was wearing her long-lost two-cent epaulet.

She was sitting in an armored vehicle, looking heroic.

When the armored vehicle came to a barracks, she jumped out of the vehicle neatly, saluted the guards, and strode into the camp.

"He team."

"Hello Team He."

A group of young technical officers greeted each other.

"Well, how is the deployment going?"

"Everything is in order! We have adopted the trinity signal network of unmanned ship, unmanned aircraft, and surface ship, and made nearly ten times the redundancy! As long as there is one node, the mechanical warrior can be guaranteed to complete the communication!"

He Mo nodded.

She left Ye Ming's office two months ago and came to the front line to deploy the last defense and attack system on Aita.

In fact, it doesn’t take too much trouble for Aita to take over. Basically, it just needs to output the password directly, and then manually review it several times. After Aita appeared and before the CNY department was established, He Mo was in charge of the simulation work.

The main reason for the slow takeover is that dedicated lines have to be deployed.

But also must be a redundant leased line.

And it must be a redundant optical fiber dedicated line that is directly connected as much as possible!

It's like pulling countless optical fibers from the computer room in the provincial capital to directly repair the early warning base and launch terminal!

Only in this way can we ensure a sufficiently low latency and a smooth network to maximize the use of Aita's intelligence.

Today, the entire system has been fully taken over by Aita, theoretically...

As long as it is not subject to a large-scale, saturation attack.

She is invincible.

As for this office, the current main responsibility is to ensure the signal link, so that Aita's "brilliance" can fill the entire "stage".

Of course, that little island is also illuminated if necessary.

After sitting down in his own place, He Mo put on the headset and called out Aita.

After a while, she straightened her expression, stood up quickly, and walked out of the office quickly. Then, she walked down a staircase into the underground passage.

"Report!"

"He Mo, come on! You and Aita get to know each other better."

A middle-aged man looked at He Mo with a smile, and pointed to the monitor displaying Aita's interface: "Come on."

He Mo immediately stood at attention.

"yes!"

Then, she ordered Aita to activate the demonstration interception system.

In the underground office, came Aita's emotionless, even slightly mechanical voice: "Authorization is required."

"Authorized person, He Mo."

"Confirming the authorization...Confirming. Hello He Mo, the demonstration system has been activated."

He Mo exhaled lightly.

"Start onboard system."

"Starting, started."

"Correcting, corrected."

"The mission is ready and on standby."

As Aita's voice fell, He Mo looked back at the person in charge.

The other party raised his wrist and glanced at the time.

"Aita, where is the opposing fleet?"

Aita immediately reported an area.

He Mo immediately took a deep breath!

——This means that the distance between the two sides is less than two hundred kilometers, and they are completely within the attack range of the opponent, almost close to the body!

The person in charge exhaled slowly, walked aside, and grabbed the red phone.

Then, he glanced at his watch again.

"Aita, authorized performance attack queue, target location, 12 rounds, fire!"

He Mo held his breath for a moment.

On the vast expanse of land, twelve flames shot up to the sky from different locations at the same time.

They crossed the clouds, flew into the sky, skimmed the island, and flew to the predetermined place.

...

maritime.

As a junior commander on the Reagan, Lake has more time to watch the sea than his colleagues.

Of course, before...he could only look at the sea.

But today, there are more companions at sea.

Standing in front of the binoculars, he looked towards the north - it is said that two hundred kilometers away, there are three heavily armed strike groups on the opposite side.

But on my side... there are four!

Well, it's really only three and a half... Well, since one side's kinda sucks, just hope they don't catch fire.

But in any case, Reagan Lincoln Ford, this power is absolutely enough.

It's just... when I think about the distance here...

Lake had a toothache.

He subconsciously looked at the looming island.

At this moment, the alarm bell on the ship rang!

"Super missile detected!"

Lake was taken aback for a moment, and immediately jumped back to work.

Then, the boss's voice sounded on the boat.

"Level 1 state of alert."

Lake took a deep breath and cursed in his heart.

This fucking missile is coming, or is it just a state of alert?

Immediately afterwards, the system prompted again that a missile launch from the opposite ship was detected.

...

"Repeat, stay on alert level one."

In the command tower, the captain put down the phone, hid his melancholy in his eyes, and looked towards the north like a blade.

Time passed by second by second.

Twelve flames descended from the sky.

Twelve rays of light shot up into the sky.

In the end, they collided precisely in front of them and turned into fireworks all over the sky.