Brother, just how powerful is our family?

In a confidential conference room of the Ministry of State Security in China.

The heavy, security door was tightly closed, the interior was dimly lit, and people were seated on both sides of the long conference table.

In front of each person was a thick stack of documents, with the word "Top Secret" prominently printed on the cover.

At the head of the conference table sat an elderly man with gray hair but sharp eyes. He was the host of the meeting, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of State Security.

"Have you finished reading them all?" The deputy minister looked around, his voice calm.

The attendees nodded in agreement.

These people come from different departments—the Military Intelligence Bureau, the Technical Intelligence Bureau, the Foreign Intelligence Bureau, the Counterintelligence Bureau, the Cyber ​​Security Bureau... Each of them is a top expert in their respective field.

"Let's begin then." The deputy minister tapped the table. "About Qin Feng, about Huanyu Group, present all the information and analysis you have."

The first to speak was a representative from the Military Intelligence Bureau, an officer in his forties with a general's star on his shoulder: "From a military perspective, the strength demonstrated by the Huanyu Group has reached the level of a world power. They possess a complete land, sea, and air combat system—in the army, mechanized infantry, armored forces, and special forces; in the air force, fighter jets, bombers, transport planes, and helicopters; although they did not demonstrate naval power, with their technological reserves, building warships should not be a problem."

He pulled up a video clip, a segment from Qin Yao's live stream: "Look closely at these equipment. The Type 191 assault rifle, the Mengshi armored vehicle, the Z-10 attack helicopter... these are all currently in service or being exported by my country. But look closely at the details—"

Zooming in, the details of the rifle are clearly visible.

"This Type 191 is different from our standard version. The barrel is longer, the rail system is more complex, and the scope is a completely new design. The armored vehicle is the same; it looks like the Mengshi, but it's larger and has thicker armor. Most importantly—" He switched to another video, "the performance of these weapons in actual combat."

The footage is from a first-person perspective of special forces operating in northern Myanmar.

The soldiers moved quickly in the complex environment with astonishing accuracy, every movement precise and efficient.

"This level of combat skill is difficult even for our elite special forces to achieve. And look at this soldier—" The camera freezes on a shot of a soldier firing continuously, "He's firing continuously while moving, and all the bullet holes are concentrated in a very small area. This kind of precision requires extremely rigorous training and top-notch equipment."

A representative from the Technical Reconnaissance Bureau chimed in: "We analyzed all publicly available videos, including missile launches and nuclear tests. The flight trajectories of those missiles...completely contradict existing ballistic theories."

He pulled up a 3D simulation of the missile's flight: "Look here, after entering the mid-course phase, the missile made seven sharp changes of direction, its speed dropping instantly from Mach 15 to Mach 13, and then rapidly accelerating to Mach 20... Such maneuverability is simply impossible to achieve with current materials science and propulsion technology."

"And there's the nuclear explosion." He switched to the image of the mushroom cloud. "The yield is estimated to be around 5 tons of TNT, which is at the level of a tactical nuclear weapon. But the key point is—this nuclear bomb is very small. Judging from the footage of the bomber dropping the bomb, it is no more than 3 meters long and less than 0.5 meters in diameter. This level of miniaturization has surpassed ours, and it has also surpassed the United States and Russia."

A low murmur of discussion arose in the conference room.

The representative from the Foreign Intelligence Service was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses. She adjusted her glasses and said, "We investigated Qin Feng's background. He comes from a small county in Shenyang, Henan. His parents run a convenience store, and his younger siblings are all in school. It's a very ordinary family background. He himself graduated from an ordinary undergraduate university, majoring in computer technology. His grades were above average, but he didn't have any particularly outstanding achievements."

"Two years ago, he suddenly decided to go to Africa. According to his family and classmates, the reason was a 'high-paying job introduced by a friend.' But we investigated this 'friend' and found that this person did not exist at all."

"After arriving in Africa, his trajectory became very bizarre. In just two years, he went from having nothing to building such a massive power, which is completely illogical."

She paused, then continued, "We also investigated the forces that might support him: the United States, Russia, Europe, and even some Middle Eastern countries... but we found no evidence. On the contrary, judging from the US's reaction this time, they are equally shocked and uneasy about the rise of the Universal Group."

The counterintelligence representative, a serious-looking middle-aged man, said: "The strangest thing is those 'people'."

He pulled up a photo, a close-up of Qin Weidong: "This man, who calls himself Qin Weidong, is Qin Feng's butler. We found his information in the household registration system—Qin Weidong, 45 years old, from Jibei, Shandong Province, graduated from a vocational college, has a complete work resume, and even social security records... Everything looks normal."

"But when we sent people to investigate on-site, problems arose." His expression turned strange. "The house at the registered address does exist, but it's inhabited by another family. They said they've lived there for twenty years and have never heard of Qin Weidong. Some of the companies he 'worked for' have gone bankrupt, and some don't even have him. His school has his file in the archives, but none of his teachers or 'classmates' remember him."

"It's like...this person only exists on paper, and doesn't exist in reality at all."

A young technician from the cybersecurity bureau added, "It wasn't just Qin Weidong. We used facial recognition to compare everyone under Qin Feng who appeared in the video. The results showed that the facial information of over 300 people could be found in the household registration system. Each person had a complete resume, from birth certificate to academic certificates, from work experience to social security records... everything was complete and seamless."

"But the results of the field investigations were all the same—these people do not exist in reality. Their 'neighbors' do not know them, their 'classmates' do not remember them, and their 'colleagues' have never heard of them."

An eerie silence fell over the conference room.

"What does this mean?" the deputy minister asked slowly.

"Two possibilities," said the representative of the Technical Investigation Bureau. "First, Qin Feng has mastered a forgery technology that we cannot understand. He can create thousands of completely authentic 'ghost identities' out of thin air from a national-level database, and these identities can pass all verifications."