I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Old Qin was already full of curiosity, and upon hearing this, he became even more interested. He was about to ask, "Just how loud was the commotion...?", but before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot, his eyes wide open.

The reason is simple: the huge underground pit that was just empty a moment ago has now been completely filled in, the ground is flat and smooth, and it blends seamlessly with the surrounding stone walls, looking completely normal.

This scene stunned Zhou Weiguo for a few seconds. To place such a large Red Alert building unit so silently was simply mind-blowing and unscientific.

He quickly came to his senses, raised his hand and waved, and a group of people instantly appeared in front of him: a small group were special forces soldiers in camouflage combat uniforms with upright postures, while the majority were engineers in blue overalls carrying toolboxes.

Upon seeing Zhou Weiguo, everyone immediately stood at attention in unison.

Zhou Weiguo's gaze swept over the crowd, and he ordered in a deep voice, "Enter the nuclear silo immediately! The engineering team is responsible for connecting the hydroelectric power station's cables to the nuclear silo's power supply system; this must be completed as quickly as possible!"

"yes!"

The crowd responded in unison, their voices causing the stone walls to tremble slightly.

The leading officer strode forward, opened the briefcase he was carrying, and after triple verification using fingerprints, iris scans, and a password, a crisp "click" was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a deep alarm sounded from all directions, and the yellow warning lights began to flash regularly.

With the heavy sound of gears turning, the ground in front of them slowly opened up to the sides, revealing a bottomless well below.

About five minutes later, the silo cover was fully opened. When the silver-white Dongfeng-5C intercontinental ballistic missile stood tall in the silo, Zhou Weiguo's heart trembled violently. It was the majesty of a great power's weapon that made his blood boil instantly.

"For...for the country...this is just too incredible!"

Old Qin's voice trembled with excitement, "You brat, tell me the truth, are you really a god?"

Zhou Weiguo chuckled, amused by his words: "Old Qin, you're an old revolutionary, shouldn't you be a staunch materialist?"

Old Qin's face flushed instantly, and he raised his hand to slap him: "You brat, you dare to joke with me? You need to be taught a lesson!"

He changed the subject, becoming serious again, "Honestly, how did you do that? I really can't understand it."

Zhou Weiguo laughed heartily, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Old Qin and lit it for him, then lit one for himself and took a puff. "Old Qin, I've told you and Old Long before that I can't explain the source of these abilities myself."

He paused, his eyes becoming exceptionally serious: "But that's not important. What's important is that these abilities can help the Xia Kingdom and protect the millions of ordinary people of the Zhonghua family. Then they are good abilities, aren't they?"

Old Qin looked at him, his eyes full of approval, and slowly nodded: "You're right, kid. Luckily you're from Xia, a child of our Zhonghua family, otherwise Old Long and I probably wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully."

"Mr. Qin, please stop teasing me."

Zhou Weiguo stubbed out his cigarette and his tone became serious. "By the way, you'd better arrange for our own technicians to come and familiarize themselves with the operating procedures as soon as possible. Once they've all mastered them, I'll withdraw my people. To be honest, I built this nuclear silo more like a last resort. I sincerely hope that Xia's first truly world-threatening nuclear weapon will be built by the people of Xia themselves."

..............

The next day.

Zhou Weiguo, who had just completed the handover of the J8 fighter jet and all technical data and drawings, received a communication request from Natasha as soon as he boarded the helicopter.

"Natasha, how is it? Any results?" Zhou Weiguo answered immediately, his tone urgent.

"Yes, honey."

Natasha's voice came through clearly, "I just contacted a friend of the Goose and confirmed that the R-7 ballistic missile launch in May did indeed fail, and the news of this launch has definitely been leaked."

"On the one hand, the radio code was cracked, and on the other hand, the United States deployed a long-range early warning radar system in the Arctic Circle. These two things combined made Western countries aware of the news that the United States' launch of an 8000-kilometer intercontinental ballistic missile in May had failed."

"The top management of the Goose was furious. In order to give the people an explanation, they even claimed that Goose's intercontinental ballistic missile technology was fully mature and would soon be equipped with nuclear weapons and deployed to the troops."

Zhou Weiguo was drinking water from his kettle when he heard this, and with a "pfft," he spat out all the water.

"Did the top brass really say that to the public? And even claim that they will equip the military with nuclear weapons?" he asked, his tone full of surprise.

"Of course! This news is spreading like wildfire not only in China, but also abroad," Natasha said confidently.

"Good, good, Natasha, you're really capable. I'll definitely reward you later." Zhou Weiguo's voice couldn't hide his laughter.

After hanging up the call, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but chuckle for a long time: "Big Goose, Big Goose, don't blame me for 'tricking' you. You've already bragged about it so much, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't help you make it happen? An 8000-kilometer intercontinental ballistic missile..."

He immediately called out in his mind, "Little girl, little girl, I have a question for you."

"Brother, please speak," Nannan's voice was soft and clear.

"Darling, can I keep the Dongfeng-5C from leaving the atmosphere and keep it flying at a visible altitude within the atmosphere?"

"Brother, I don't quite understand your thinking."

Nannan said doubtfully, "The method you described is entirely feasible, but flying like that would consume a lot of fuel and even reduce the original range of 12000 kilometers to between 3500 and 4000 kilometers. Most importantly, it would completely prevent the use of the ultimate trajectory and even make high-altitude gliding impossible, which would greatly increase the probability of the missile being intercepted."

Zhou Weiguo almost burst out laughing: "Good, good, well said. Nannan, this is exactly the effect I wanted. Besides, at this point in time, who can defend against ballistic missiles? By the way, of those four Dongfeng-5C missiles I asked you to build, could you modify the shape of one of them to resemble the Goose R-7 ballistic missile?"

"Brother, there's nothing wrong with this, it's very simple. But the internal components can't be adjusted, as that would affect performance."

"No need to adjust the interior, but you must be careful that there are absolutely no Chinese labels inside."

"Don't worry, brother. All the Red Alert unit identifiers are just numbers, and only our Red Alert engineers can understand them."

"Hey, could you deliberately carve Russian markings on some hard parts?"

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