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Chapter 95 Technology and Ruthless Skills! (Bonus Chapter, Please Vote!)
Commander Man remained silent, subconsciously reaching for the cigarette case at his waist. He pressed his finger on it briefly, but ultimately put it down.

What he was thinking about was neither gods nor science.

He was thinking about how many of his men's lives would be needed to kill the "god" described in the report.

Killing God.

Those two words tasted like rust to him.

He never doubted the lads could do it, but what would the cost be? How many young names would be on the list?
Su Mingjin noticed his worry but didn't point it out. Instead, she pushed another document to the center of the table.

"Commander Man, the Taoist priest's scientific discoveries are very important. The think tank analyzes that we will need these things in the future. And the key materials for making the exorcism talisman may become the basic equipment for warriors to fight against supernatural forces. The organization needs a large quantity of raw materials for research and production."

"General Su, please give your orders. We can go and complete all the tasks!" Brigade Commander Man suddenly stood up straight.

Su Mingjin nodded and said, "We've found quite a few super obsidian mines in this other world, and the pine needle trees there are everywhere for making yellow paper. But we're desperately short of cinnabar from this other world! Extremely scarce!"

Commander Man stood tall and gave a standard military salute.

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission! Even if it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, I'll dig it back for you!"

Su Mingjin nodded in satisfaction, then lightly tapped a certain area on the electronic map, instantly zooming in on that area.

Even with a lot of snow, you can still see a lot of blood-red stones outside the mountain peaks.

"According to high-precision mapping by drones and intelligence transmitted back by reconnaissance soldiers, the electromagnetic interference here, 42 kilometers away, has been increasing in recent days, and the source of the interference is constantly moving closer to us! The think tank suspects that a large number of undead are gathering here."

"The troops need to conduct a detailed investigation of this place... In addition, it is highly likely that this place contains a large amount of cinnabar ore..."

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A few kilometers away, the research center.

Zhong Shichang and Lao Guo practically jogged back, their backs soaked with cold sweat again and again. Only when they could no longer see Su Mingjin's office building did they dare to breathe heavily.

Just now, in front of President Su, they felt like two quails being watched by a tiger, having to be careful even when breathing.

Even though President Su hasn't reacted yet, the necessary procedures still need to be followed after making such a huge blunder.

Feeling quite uneasy, the two went to Professor Wen Min's laboratory first, only to be stopped by the soldiers on guard at the door.

"Professor Wen has been working for more than fourteen hours straight. For her health, we have arranged for her to rest. Please go back now."

The two looked at each other and saw relief and lingering fear in each other's eyes.

Professor Wen is a well-known workaholic and has extremely high standards for her subordinates. If you go to her to complain about work problems, you're bound to get a severe scolding.

In this situation, it seems as if God has given them a helping hand.

"Then...then let's go find Professor Deng."

Deng Dakang's laboratory was always bustling with activity.

When the two arrived, Deng Dakang was wearing goggles and carefully using tweezers to pick up a pinch of cinnabar and drip it into a liquid mixed with bone powder.

Hearing the noise, he didn't even look up, but casually asked, "What did President Su say?"

Zhong Shichang's heart skipped a beat, and his voice was hoarse: "Professor Deng, you...you knew everything?"

“Nonsense, I was the first to research the ice spear.” Deng Dakang put down the tweezers, took off his goggles, and finally turned to look at them.

He didn't laugh, just watched calmly, making the two of them feel uneasy, their hearts leaping into their throats again. "Any experiment...any experiment can have unexpected results..." Old Guo muttered softly, repeating the exact words that President Su had just said.

Deng Dakang suddenly laughed, revealing a set of white teeth: "That's right, there are always unexpected events in experiments. And your unexpected event this time is of great value!"

The two were completely stunned.

"A magical ice spear that can't be used reliably is useless. You've proven in the most direct way that its internal structure and energy form are completely different from our existing physical systems!"

Deng Dakang became more and more excited as he spoke: "Your stab helped us eliminate a wrong answer! This is a great achievement, you understand?"

Zhong Shichang and Lao Guo looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

How did messing up a magical weapon of the Imperial Seal level become a great achievement?
The dramatic emotional swings nearly caused the two researchers, both over fifty years old, to strain their backs.

"Alright, stop looking like you're attending a funeral." Deng Dakang waved his hand. "Although Old Zhang has woken up, his body is still thinking about you disciples and grand-disciples, hoping you'll make something of yourself."

He pointed to the two empty seats next to him.

"There are two directions now. One is to follow Wen Min to study the explosives of the other world."

"Second, follow me to study how this talisman ignites the magical particles in the bodies of the dead at the molecular level."

“We’ll go with you, Professor Deng!” the two said in unison, without hesitation.

Going to Professor Wen's place to play with high explosives isn't a big deal, it's just that the risks are higher, the mortality rate is higher, and you might get criticized by Teacher Zhang afterwards.

They weren't afraid of that, but they were afraid that Professor Wenmin would report to Professor Zhang, which would upset their mentor who was already seriously injured and hadn't recovered.

"You guys know what's good for you." Deng Dakang chuckled.

He took out a freshly ground white powder from a sealed box, and then took out the yellow paper made by the two Taoist priests.

"This is the bone powder from the skeleton soldiers ground by that kid Wang Hu. You guys take care of the obsidian powder. Let's verify whether the synthesis plan is feasible."

The two researchers who had messed up were overjoyed to receive a new assignment and began organizing their materials.

Deng Dakang stood with his hands on his hips, looking intently at the various colored powders laid out on the lab table.

The red of cinnabar, the black of obsidian, the dark green of pine needles, a stack of yellow paper hand-wrapped by a Taoist priest, and various otherworldly trace elements extracted from the laboratory are placed in front of the lab table, clearly distinguished.

“Wang Hu,” Deng Dakang shouted without turning his head, “tell me again, what was the ratio between those two Taoist priests back then?”

Wang Hu jumped up and stood up straight: "Reporting, Professor! Just as you said, the two Taoist priests only took a small pinch of each!"

Deng Dakang frowned and glanced back at him.

"A tiny pinch?" He held up his thumb and forefinger to indicate. "Is it a pinch like mine, or a pinch like Yao Ming's? What kind of unit of measurement is this? These monks treat scientific research like child's play!"

He scratched his hair irritably.

"They didn't even leave me any materials to use as samples, and they didn't even have the nerve to film a recording! How are we supposed to reverse engineer this?"

The lab technicians looked at each other, while the soldiers, including Wang Hu, stayed at a distance, not wanting to become the target of Deng Dakang's emotional outbursts.

It is well known that teachers and medical staff give their patience to students and patients; they are less likely to control their temper when dealing with their partners!
Seeing Deng Dakang's agitation, Wang Hu couldn't stand it any longer and raised his hand: "Professor Deng!"

(End of this chapter)