"James, I need more electricity."

"Sir, this is already the maximum power we can provide. 63% of the power of the three nuclear power plants is transmitted to the heavy ion collider. We even turned on the power saving mode to keep the base dormant and disconnect the power supply to you."

"James, I don't need to hear your defense. I want electricity, more electricity, and I will find it for me without you. I appoint you as my deputy director, not to let you be a research assistant, but to let you solve these trivial little troubles for me."

"Sir, this is not a minor trouble."

"Go out, in a month, I will start a new experiment. I hope I can see that the power problem has been solved by then."

The door opened and closed, and a middle-aged bald white man stood in the light red passage, his face gloomy and his fist hit the wall hard.

"Cao, this damn old man, little trouble, little trouble, this is not a little trouble! Unless you risk the high temperature ablation of the nuclear power plant to supply power, I will get electricity from where I can get you. But if I really do that and the experiment doesn't start, I may be shot and killed on the spot for committing crimes against the state."

The white man took out the communicator to restore power supply to the main control room staff and activate the base defense mechanism.

A few minutes later, the red light of the sinister test turned off, and the soft light illuminated the entire base.

He took out the cigarette box, the lighter was emitting flames, and took a deep breath of the rich nicotine, and James gradually calmed down.

"What a fucking thing I think is that I am an omnipotent God, and you can create a new nuclear power plant in a blink of an eye."

Anyway, he didn't plan to solve this problem that could not be solved for his nominal boss.

The leaders of domestic research institutes in China are basically all about internal and external strife, and exploiting the top leaders of political strife. They ask them to come up with some real materials and they are blind.

A truly capable scientist either has no chance to make a name for himself or does not have enough resources.

In foreign research institutes, the directors are generally professional scientists, and the deputy directors are the capital staff of the investment institute, responsible for solving various life problems for scientists.

This is a very normal match abroad.

But James suddenly envied the Chinese Institute.

Damn, their scientists are hard to deal with without this little old man. They all need resources. One is to ask for parents to cry, and the other is to scold them coldly. The difference is really big!

But the scientists who broke the system and broke the system can still make breakthroughs all day long and develop rapidly in the face of insufficient resources.

Our scientists have made a lot of requests, but they are still shy.

It's simply unreasonable.

I heard that there are two Chinese scientists from the Military Industry Research Institute invested by Ford Consortium. They are first-class and have solid R&D capabilities. After two years of absorbing high-tech knowledge, they have been upgraded from assistants to supervisors who are in charge of new projects. The rapid promotion and strong research capabilities make many white scientists in the Military Industry Research Institute feel inferior.

James smoked a cigarette and wondered if he wanted to suggest his boss to go to China to kidnap a few scientists. As long as he "invite" his family, he could force them to work hard.

In a few years, maybe it will be possible to replace this old man and lead the experimental project.

Just as James's mind was divergent and his imagination was whimsical, a figure quietly appeared in the deepest part of their base.

The nuclear power plant in front of Zhou Zhou is a four-and-a-half-generation nuclear energy system, leading the outside world to announce half-generation nuclear energy systems, including three fast neutron reactor systems and six thermal neutron reactor systems, with higher efficiency and stronger safety.

I looked up and saw that several cameras were facing me.

But Zhou Zhou was not afraid. Anyway, he was wearing single-time and space transfer arms all over his body, and he didn't even have a finger exposed outside. So what if he was photographed?

In the monitoring room, a staff member was wearing headphones in his ears, eating hot dogs and humming the recently popular rock rap. He turned around accidentally, and the minced meat in his mouth suddenly squirted out and screamed loudly.

"Hey, man, come and see, there seems to be someone in the No. 3 cooling tower."

"How is it possible, you must be dazzled, Jane."

"No, I'm neither dazzled nor drunk. I've even reduced sex recently. I can't read it wrong. Tom, come here quickly, otherwise I'll press the alarm."

"Let me see, Station No. 3 is clearly working, and the cooling tower gate is automatically locked, how could it appear--"

Another staff member, Tom, impatiently put down his handheld machine and got up and walked over.

"FK! Where did this Super Time Army soldier come from!"

Tom is a gaming enthusiast, and Zhou Zhou's equipment is so vivid that he immediately recognized it.

Isn’t this his grandmother the Super Time Space Corps of the Second Generation of Red Alert?

The force field crushing gun, overtime transfer, amphibious gear, and wallet burning are the most impractical troops among the second generation of Red Alerts. None of them can be used to build some flying soldiers to control them.

The problem is that this is not a game, and Tom can't create a flying soldier!

The two of them could only watch the "Super Time and Space Corps" walking around in the cooling tower, helpless.

It was not until he stood in front of the transmission pipeline of the core cooling system that Tom suddenly came to his senses.

"FK! What is he going to do? I have an unknown feeling that we must stop him and press the alarm!"

A harsh alarm sounded suddenly, alarming the entire base, including James, who was living happily after YY hijacking Chinese scientists.

"Why did the alarm sound? Where did the accident happen, or was it an invasion?"

James immediately turned on the communicator and asked the main control room.

The staff there were already in chaos and answered questions in a hurry, then quit the communication, started the emergency plan, and prepared to close the No. 3 nuclear power plant.

For such an important accident, the duty staff in the main control room are qualified to make any emergency handling of work situations. This is the regulations written in the work guidelines.

In the face of dangers that are related to life, no one can maintain a normal mind.

He threw James under the harsh trumpet passage, looking confused.

"Is there a super-time Air Force soldier in the cooling tower?"

What the hell?

James hurried to the main control room with full of doubts.

The staff inside were busy, their voices higher than each other, as if this would make them feel at ease, and they didn't even notice James' arrival.

"How is it dealt with now? Is the accident ruled out? What is the Super Time Marine Corps?"

James grabbed a clerk and asked loudly.

"Sir, please see it yourself."

The clerk was sweating heavily and his voice was filled with despair.

The camera in the surveillance room has been transferred to the screen wall of the main control room. The camera pixels are high-definition and the LCD screen is clear and touching, but James now only wants to smash these cameras and shoot the two idiots in the surveillance room. Then drag the lieutenant in charge of safety and shoot him a hundred times to relieve his anger and fear.

In the picture, the invader of the Cos Ultra-Time Space Corps slowly checked the transmission pipeline of the core cooling system, as if he was looking for something.

The No. 3 cooling tower is obviously still running.

"What's going on? What's the emergency plan? Why is the No. 3 nuclear power plant still operating?"

James was strangely angry, his voice was so sharp that it was deformed.

It’s all right to leave him in communication. After all, the staff in the main control room may be activated and have no time to pay attention to him. If the problem is solved smoothly, he will also reward the staff on duty here, and get promoted and raise salaries to the peak of his life.

But now the communication is dead, but the problem has not been solved, which makes James calm.

The clerk whose cheeks were white by his force, said in a voice that was almost crying: "Sir, this is exactly what I am going to report to you. The main computer of the base is invaded!"

James's eyes suddenly turned dark. A second before he completely fainted, he saw the invader wearing a ridiculous Super Time Army uniform, raising the force field shattering gun in his hand.

"It's ridiculous. Can a toy even crush the transportation pipeline made of special alloys?"

The last trace of mockery flashed in my mind, and James completely fainted and could not see the last scene.

Zhou Zhou pressed the button, and the force field shattered gun shot out a blue light.
Chapter completed!