In the industrial area of Tiangong City, an endless stream of industrial manufactured goods shuttled back and forth on a dedicated conveyor belt.
This was the heart of the Pan-Asian Cooperation Mars Colony and also the stomach of the entire Pan-Asian Cooperation. From the chopsticks on the dining tables of Pan-Asian citizens to the bombs in the main cannon chamber of the flagship of the First Fleet, all the consumables that people could imagine could be found here.
Because the three-dimensional conveyor belts and pipelines almost filled the entire space, the factories and production workshops divided by blocks were closely arranged like cells, causing this place to become the most complicated place in the entire Tiangong City.
Because of this layout that maximized efficiency, many tourists ridiculed this place as a super factory described in dystopian worlds.
It was as if, apart from the workers who worked here, every speck of dust that was sent here would be processed into what people wanted it to be.
In this densely arranged factory matrix, the most eye-catching area undoubtedly belonged to the production park of East Asia Heavy Industries.
The entire park was located in the center of the industrial area, and almost 80% of the traffic connection points and transportation arteries in the entire industrial area were directly or indirectly related to it.
So much so that there was a rumor circulating in the industry that although East Asia Heavy Industries did not produce mineral water, without East Asia Heavy Industries, people in Tiangong City might not be able to drink water.
As the general manager of the entire East Asia Heavy Industries Industrial Park, Zhao Ruicheng was undoubtedly the man standing at the top of the entire Mars industrial chain. The people he came into contact with every day were either celebrities or dignitaries of the colony.
It was basically impossible for ordinary people to see him without a referral, and he disdained to meet unknown businessmen in person.
For example, Mr. Gladstone, the manager of the Alpha Centauri Colonial Exploration Foundation, in his opinion, undoubtedly met the "unknown" element.
It had been almost five years since he was sent to the colony from the headquarters. In these five years, he had never heard of a well-known North Sea Alliance businessman named Gladstone.
Even though the Colonial Exploration Foundation was indeed in the limelight recently, it did not change Zhao Ruicheng's opinion.
After all, as the leader of the core production base of East Asia Heavy Industries, no one knew better than him how far the warp drive was from civilian use …
"Warp drive?"
Zhao Ruicheng frowned as he looked at the man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of him. He spoke in an impatient tone.
"Sorry, the specific design drawings of the warp drive are still with Academician Lu. We only have a preliminary design plan and some requirements for production line transformation. Before we fully digest this technology, we have no plans to introduce it to the market. Academician Lu himself has not instructed me in this regard. "
Hearing this news, Gladstone was slightly stunned. His face was full of surprise, and he spoke in a tone of disbelief.
"Are you sure that what you got … is just a design plan?"
"Yes … Why are you asking about this?" Zhao Ruicheng's eyes suddenly became alert. He looked the guy up and down, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Anyway, this is how it is. We can't build a warp drive. You can either find Academician Lu, or find someone else."
Realizing his rudeness, Gladstone showed an embarrassed smile on his face and made an apologetic gesture with both hands.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to ask. I just heard rumors about it."
"Rumors, huh?" Zhao Ruicheng smiled coldly and raised his chin slightly. "Then I've heard a lot of rumors here. For example, a company bought 100,000 invalid checks based on 'rumors' and tried to continue to cheat in the name of Academician Lu. "
"You can look down on my dreams, but you can't insult my character. Manager Zhao, I will prove with my actions that those are not invalid checks, but tickets to Alpha Centauri."
Zhao Ruicheng glanced at him blankly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Then I wish you good luck."
After leaving Zhao Ruicheng's office, Gladstone, accompanied by his secretary and security guards, left the industrial park of East Asia Heavy Industries.
Looking back at the closed door, his eyebrows were gradually stained with a trace of haze.
"The drawings haven't been sent to the factory yet? How is this possible … "
After muttering a few words to himself, Gladstone stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly on his left wrist. He exhaled the video interface that only his AR glasses could see, opened the address book, and dialed a number.
Soon, the call was connected.
The man who appeared in the video window was none other than Xiao Hong, the mayor of Tiangong City.
Facing the camera, Mayor Xiao spoke with a pleasant expression.
"How is it? Did you see Zhao Ruicheng? "
"There is a problem with the intelligence. The drawings were not sent here at all."
Hearing these words, Mayor Xiao was slightly stunned. His brows immediately frowned.
"Did Zhao Ruicheng say it's not here, or is it really not here?"
"He doesn't look like he's lying, but to be on the safe side, I'll send someone to confirm it."
"That's for the best. I'll also arrange for someone to visit Academician Lu." Mayor Xiao nodded. After pondering for a while, he said, "If the design plan is with him, maybe we can consider other ways when necessary."
"You mean …"
Mayor Xiao didn't speak, but he answered his question with his eyes.
A smile appeared on Gladstone's face as he spoke softly.
"I understand what you mean."
…
After coming out of the secret stronghold of the Security Bureau, Wang Peng was trying to contact Lu Zhou. However, no matter how many times he called, the only thing that echoed in his ears was a "no longer in service" reminder.
Feeling that something might be wrong, Wang Peng immediately rushed to the Star Sky Hotel where Lu Zhou was staying.
Just when he was walking to the elevator door, he suddenly saw a familiar face, so he quickly grabbed the person and asked.
"Hello, do you know where Academician Lu is?"
Looking at the stranger in front of him, Wu Qinglai's face was full of a blank expression.
"You're … looking for Academician Lu?"
"Yes." Wang Peng nodded. He seemed to be worried that this guy wouldn't take what he said to heart, so he immediately turned on the holographic screen and took out his electronic certificate. He placed it in front of Professor Wu Qinglai and continued in a serious tone, "This is a very important matter, I hope you can cooperate with me."
Although he had never seen the evidence of a Security Bureau agent, the anti-forgery code on the certificate of a public official could not be faked.
When Wu Qinglai thought that the person asking him was actually an agent of the Security Bureau, he suddenly gulped nervously and continued, "I ate lunch with him.
"I ate lunch with him. I remember he went back to his room after he finished eating. Oh, yes, yes, he also sent me a message before, saying that if someone asked where he went at the meeting in the afternoon, he should ask me for a leave of absence for him, saying that he was not feeling well. "
Wang Peng: "Are you sure he didn't come out of his room?"
"How am I supposed to confirm this for you?" Professor Wu Qinglai smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't you ask the front desk? Anyway, you're the one … There should be no problem with retrieving the surveillance, right? "
Coincidentally, the elevator arrived at this moment.
Wang Peng ignored this guy and left Wu Qinglai behind him. He quickly walked into the elevator and pressed a number on the dial of the floor.
Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Wu Qinglai originally planned to follow him, but when he saw the ferocious look on the guy's face, he hesitated for a moment and decided not to follow him.
Instead, he quietly turned on the holographic screen of his personal terminal and sent a text message to Lu Zhou to remind him.
Regardless of whether he was a real Security Bureau agent or not, judging from his demeanor, he was definitely up to no good.
The elevator went all the way up and soon reached its destination.
Wang Peng walked to the door of Lu Zhou's room and pressed the doorbell.
However, the doorbell rang for a while, and there was no response at all.
Wang Peng frowned slightly. He took out a card from his pocket and swiped it gently on the door.
"This is an emergency, sorry, brother."
If I see something I shouldn't see, I'll apologize to him sincerely. Compared to those unimportant things, he cared more about his own safety.
With the sound of an unlocking sound, the door opened quickly, but there was no one in the room.
Obviously, Academician Lu was not here.
Did he go out?
Just when Wang Peng was about to close the door and look elsewhere, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
Wait …
His eyes locked onto the suitcase that was lying upside down. He subconsciously put his hand close to his weapon and looked around vigilantly.
"This place has been searched …"
Before him, someone had been here!
And they searched almost all of Academician Lu's room!
Realizing this, Wang Peng's face instantly turned gloomy, and his right fist on his waist clenched tightly.
"… These bastards, they're really annoying."
All signs indicated that someone had kidnapped Lu Zhou!
But who could it be?
Is it someone from the foundation?
Thoughts turned in his mind. At this moment, Wang Peng suddenly recalled what the intelligence worker lurking in Tiangong City had said to him.
"Flight N-177 may be related to the Mars City authorities …"
Wang Peng repeated this sentence in his mouth. He subconsciously read it out loud. His pupils gradually showed a hint of understanding.
And …
An expression of disbelief!
"Mayor Xiao is from the foundation! How is this possible … No, it seems that this is the only explanation. "
If this was the case, then all the clues he had were connected.
The plane crash a year ago was not a terrorist attack at all, but a well-planned murder!
Mayor Xiao was probably bought by The Spirit of The Universe Foundation, like Song Yangwei. Or he was one of them. Because of some unspeakable secret, they wanted to kill him at all costs, even if a century had passed …
Wang Peng didn't know why all this was happening, nor did he know what kind of obsession made those cultists not give up after a century. He was even less interested in figuring out why they were targeting Lu Zhou.
At this moment, there was only one thing he was certain of.
"I want to hurt him …"
The corners of his mouth gradually pulled into a cruel arc, and a fierce light flashed in his ink-colored pupils.
"Then step over my dead body first!"
This was neither a job nor an obligation as an agent of the Security Bureau.
It had only been a hundred years, but it had already been his mission …
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