Brother, just how powerful is our family?

He pulled up a complex genetic map:

"Please look, everyone. This is the core mechanism of the Yanhuang Civilization Optimization Liquid—it activates certain dormant gene fragments in the human body, repairs telomeres, and clears aging cells, thereby achieving the effects of life extension and enhancement. However, they have set a 'lock,' and the weakened version can only activate some fragments, and the degree of activation is limited, so it can only extend life by 150 years, and the enhancement effect is only a small part of the hundredfold lifespan."

“And we,” Fellman’s voice rose slightly, “bypassed this ‘lock.’ We abandoned those unresolved, complex fragments and redesigned the activation path using our own technology. The result was—”

He opened another data panel:

"The theoretical upper limit of lifespan is unlimited. We have completely broken the Hayflick limit (the upper limit of the number of cell divisions). The experimental mice have lived for the equivalent of 180 years of human lifespan and still show no signs of aging."

"The physical enhancement is about 5 times. It's a huge difference compared to the hundredfold increase of the Yanhuang civilization, but it's enough to turn an ordinary person into a special forces-level soldier."

"Intelligence increases by an average of 30-50 points. This means that an average person can achieve near-genius intelligence after receiving the injection."

"No obvious side effects have been found so far. The experimental group consisted of 2000 people, with the longest observation period reaching 8 months, and all physiological indicators remained normal."

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Then, Klaus suddenly stood up and slammed his fist on the table: "Great! With this, we can build our own army! We can stand up to the Yanhuang civilization!"

"Calm down." The lady raised her hand to urge him to calm down. "Fairman, you just said 'theoretically unlimited'—what do you mean by 'theoretically'?"

Felman nodded. "Good question. 'Theoretically unlimited' means that, according to our model calculations, this optimized scheme does indeed break the limit on the number of cell divisions. However, no truly immortal organism has ever appeared in human history. We don't know what will happen in ten, twenty, or fifty years. Maybe everything will be normal, or maybe..."

He paused for a moment: "There may also be consequences that we cannot predict."

"So," Henry continued, "this is the second issue we're going to discuss today."

He looked around at everyone:

"We have sufficient production capacity. Twenty million rounds a month, and we already have nearly seventy million rounds in stock. Theoretically, we can arm a super army of tens of millions of people."

"But what kind of people will this army use? Will we ourselves be vaccinated? If there are unknown risks in the future, who will bear the responsibility?"

"Let me state my position first," Henry said slowly. "All of you here, including myself, have been injected with a weakened version of the enhancement fluid from the Yanhuang civilization. We have at least a hundred years left to live, so there's no need to rush. My suggestion is—first recruit ordinary people loyal to our cause, have them injected, and form the first batch of super soldiers. At the same time, prioritize injecting our top scientists to enhance their intelligence and accelerate technological research."

"We'll administer the injection after observing for a sufficiently long period and confirming there are no potential risks."

Mike Jensen frowned: "But what if those soldiers later find out we were using them as 'test subjects'? Won't they complain?"

The lady chuckled softly: "Complaints? What right do they have to complain? The Yanhuang Civilization has already expelled them from humanity! They are now 'non-human,' 'lower beings'! Without us, they would be nothing more than ants in the eyes of the Yanhuang Civilization for their entire lives! Now, we are giving them a chance—a chance to become super soldiers, a chance to perhaps break free from their cages in the future!"

She paused, her voice turning cold:

"Besides, you're not really going to tell them this is an 'experiment,' are you? Tell them it's the pinnacle of Western scientific research, a miraculous elixir that can grant them immortality, their only hope to contend with the Yanhuang civilization. As for the future... we'll deal with that later."

Mike paused for a few seconds, then nodded.

"There's one more thing," Fellman suddenly said, "The announcement from the Yanhuang Civilization, although it expelled us from the human race, objectively speaking—it did us a great favor."

He pushed up his glasses:

"Think about it, everyone. In the past, when we recruited people, there were always people who hesitated. There were always people who felt that although the Yanhuang civilization was powerful, at least it still acknowledged that everyone was 'human,' and that perhaps things would change in the future. But what about now?"

"Now, the Yanhuang civilization has said it itself—those who are not descendants of Yanhuang are not human, not an intelligent race. What does this mean? It means that in their eyes, billions of Westerners, Africans, and everyone else on Earth are inferior beings!"

Felman's voice carried a hint of excitement:

"These billions of people are our manpower! They are our support! They must be angry, fearful, and desperate right now—and anger, fear, and despair are the best catalysts! As long as someone raises their voice and tells them, 'We can resist,' tells them, 'We have a way to empower you,' do you think how many people will respond?"

In the conference room, everyone's eyes lit up.

Klaus murmured, "Billions... even if only one percent responds, that's tens of millions... ten percent, that's hundreds of millions..."

"That's right." Henry's voice was deep and powerful. "The Yanhuang civilization thought it stood at the pinnacle and could define everything at will. But they forgot—when you drive everyone to the brink, everyone will become your enemy."

He stood up, walked to the holographic projection, and placed his hands on the control panel:

"Fellow citizens, when we established our self-help group three years ago, some thought we were delusional, others thought we were making a last-ditch effort. But what about now?"

"We have a genetically optimized fluid that can theoretically grant immortality."

"We have a production capacity of 20 million units per month."

"We have billions of potential soldiers."

"We still have time."

Henry turned around, his gaze sweeping over everyone:

"The Yanhuang civilization is now focused on the Serandians, who are sixty light-years away. They think they are invincible, that they can conquer other star systems while firmly suppressing Earth. They have forgotten that all empires in history have collapsed because of arrogance."

"So, my plan is—"

He pulled up a detailed strategic plan:

Phase One: Secret Military Expansion (March 4730 - March 4731)

They secretly recruited individuals worldwide who were loyal to Western civilization, prioritizing young people with good physical condition and strong hostility towards the Yanhuang civilization.

Inject 2000 million doses of gene-optimized fluid every month to create 2.4 million super soldiers within a year.

Simultaneously injecting optimization fluid into top scientists to accelerate weapons development.