From black technology to super engineering

Ten minutes later, Ye Ming hung up the phone.

He Mo also knocked on the office door.

There was a pitch-black mask on her face, which puzzled Ita who opened the door.

"Hi, are you He Mo?"

"Ita, it's me."

Ita's voice was a bit frightened: "He Mo, what happened to your face?"

"I put on a mask."

"Very strange device."

Ye Ming laughed happily while listening to the conversation.

For such a long time, he has never seen He Mo use any skin care products. Even if she was a guest host in the Fusion Center, she would simply put on her lipstick and finish the job.

It seems that someone said yesterday that a 25-year-old girl really stimulated this girl who is about to cross the 25-year-old threshold.

Because the mask was on, He Mo's voice was a little different from usual. She glanced at the time, and after thinking about it, she tore off the mask and threw it into the trash can: "It's too uncomfortable."

Ye Ming laughed loudly.

"...Have you seen the five trillion yuan news?" He Mo walked into the sink in the next room and asked while washing his face.

"I see."

"Any thoughts?"

Ye Ming turned his chair and looked at the door of the compartment, curiously asked: "Are you representing an organization or an individual?"

"Don't keep thinking of me as a spy planted by your side or something like that, okay?" He Mo casually tore a piece of facial tissue and wiped his face, walked out of the room with a displeased expression on his face: "I'm just a handyman, by the way There is no secret mission in the current megaphone, and it is not here to spy on you."

Ye Ming smiled again: "So frank?"

"Nonsense! I was still counting on you to graduate." At this point, He Mo became angry: "Old Niu is too much, let me be your student."

"Is it bad to be my student?"

"Um... I always feel a little weird." Looking at Ye Ming's young face, He Mo shook his head, pulled a chair and sat aside: "Lao Mei's five trillion plan must be aimed at us."

Ye Ming nodded: "It's inevitable, Lao Niu called me just now."

"..."

"Anyway, look at it, five trillion..." Ye Ming smiled, and then sighed: "There are still strategists in the West."

In fact, if you just read the news, there is nothing useful to say.

It only said that there will be a huge investment of 5 trillion US dollars to comprehensively support the five major fields of new energy, new aerospace power, new computer architecture, artificial intelligence, and semiconductors.

Specifically, where does the money come from, how to invest, how many installments to invest, and who pays in the end...

Everything is still unknown.

Actually... these are not important.

The important thing is that the first domestic breakthroughs in artificial intelligence and controllable nuclear fusion in the past two years have clearly made the West feel a sense of urgency.

No, not even a sense of urgency.

But the feeling of dying!

Whether it is to win over allies or tighten the belt.

Or it is a dying madness that turns the money printing machine on and smokes...

If no action is taken, they die.

The kind that is visible to the naked eye.

These few years, or the next five years, will be the decisive time.

"Then?" He Mo blinked.

"It's nothing, let's not panic." Ye Ming said, looking at the capped data center outside the window, and the tall scaffolding of the new campus across the street.

"Anyway, time is with us."

*

*

Two days later, the plateau, the west side of the Lewan Valley.

Manu from Bangalore is controlling the drone to roam the river valley.

Because it is located on a plateau, it is very difficult for the drone to fly, not to mention the need to replace the large-pitch blades, and it is extremely power-hungry.

Fortunately, the camp here is important, and the higher-ups have spent a lot of money to get a batch of "domestic" drones.

But Manu, who is a college student of engineering, knew at a glance that this so-called domestic product... was actually modified with the DJI Mavic 2.

DJI has been used before, but I don’t know what nerves it has, saying that it is not allowed to use it.

it's all...

But I have to say that this drone with a take-off altitude of 6,000 meters is still very reliable, but the battery is a bit worn out.

The drone flies over the valley.

Through the monitoring screen, Manu overlooked the river valley, which gave him a magnificent mood of seeing all the mountains and small ones.

The voice of the boss came from behind: "Manu, take it."

"As ordered."

Manu was still thinking about it, and when he was about to press the button to return, he suddenly saw several cars driving into his sight on the monitor screen.

He was startled for a moment, then controlled the drone to hover, and then zoomed in on the camera.

"Captain, look, they have a car coming!"

The captain had already turned to leave, but when he heard this, he immediately stepped to Manu's side.

On the monitoring screen, a few heavily armed soldiers got out of the car first, and then a photographer carrying a camera and a few civilian-looking young people got out of their positions.

Manu and the captain looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts.

There are patrols every day, but it's just a patrol. How can there be so many tricks?

"This is probably some kind of film." Manu guessed.

"Yeah." The captain's face sank: "How much electricity is there?"

"The power is enough."

"Then take a look."

While the two were talking, several other fighters also approached.

Being on the plateau, there is very little fun to be found, and there is something special to see, which soon attracts a group of people to watch.

"And women?"

"They found the drone."

"So what if you find out? Dare to shoot or something? Throwing stones?"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

But then, everyone was stunned.

"what is that?!"

"robot?"

"impossible!"

"How is it impossible, that is a robot!"

"Pull in!"

As the lens was zoomed out to the limit, the picture shook uncontrollably.

But this time, everyone can see clearly.

From a car, came down five mechanical bodies painted in black and white.

After getting off the car, these mechanical bodies consciously stood in a row, and one of them took over a flag, walked towards the valley, and started its daily patrol.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This is? Mechanical Warrior?"

"Can it be used on the plateau?"

"Look more!"

"Wait, the mechanical warrior is watching our plane."

"Come closer!"

As the drone approached again, the picture gradually became clearer. But then, a cold, emotionless female voice rang out close to the whistling wind.

"Hi, this is Aita. You have entered our airspace. You are limited to make a return posture and leave within thirty seconds, otherwise you will be captured."

"The countdown begins, 30."

"29."

"28."

A bilingual warning sounded outside the screen.

Manu was in a hurry, controlling the camera while raising the drone.

In the picture, a pitch-black drone seems to be hovering in front of the god of death.

In its horn, there is a countdown warning that is calling for death.

"Countdown 10 seconds, ready to capture."

"Run!" The captain shuddered, and instantly pressed a button to return.

...

On the east side of the valley, watching the drone surveillance screen, the beautiful "DJI" on the opposite side fled in embarrassment, and everyone laughed.

Qi and Mo took a breath of oxygen, their faces full of pride.

"Scare you to death!"