A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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One by one, the soldiers in the military region's dormitory building got up, and while brushing their teeth, they crowded around the corridor windows to watch the sea of ​​fireworks in the distance.

As Commander-in-Chief Qi looked at it, he suddenly remembered that the end of January seemed to be approaching the Spring Festival, the most important traditional festival of the Chinese nation.

Is today Lunar New Year's Eve?

It's understandable that the research institute was still working overtime for him on New Year's Eve.

"Okay," Commander-in-Chief Qi said.

The head of the research institute on the other end of the communicator responded with a sigh of relief: "Yes, Mr. Qi! I'll arrange the highest level of security and an independent analysis office immediately!"

Communication was cut off.

The screen went out.

President Qi kept his eyes fixed on the sea of ​​fireworks outside.

Everyone is bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new.

It's great, another year has passed.

Commander-in-Chief Qi stood up, his tall figure casting a long silhouette on the French windows.

His calm face was reflected in the glass.

He raised his hand and very slowly adjusted the collar and insignia of his uniform until they were perfectly straight. Then he picked up the military cap that was on the corner of the table and put it on steadily.

The shadow of his hat brim covered most of his face, leaving only his hard jawline and tightly pursed lips visible.

Dawn is approaching.

The truth that has been hidden for so many years is about to come to light.

Gao Xing kept a secret for over forty years.

He is about to meet Gao Xing, who has kept this secret for forty years.

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The military vehicles drove out of the city limits.

A sliver of orange light on the horizon illuminated half of the sky.

The darkness before dawn was almost completely fading away, and the city's skyscrapers saw the sun earlier than the ground, their glass curtain walls reflecting the golden morning light against the half-orange, half-gray-blue sky.

The massive, gray-white cube-shaped building of the First Research Institute stands silently within the empty restricted area.

There is only one road leading to the research institute. For security reasons, both sides of the road are completely empty, without vegetation or streetlights, with only a few extremely thin, eerie blue warning light stripes faintly visible on the road itself.

A black, heavy military vehicle, without any markings, roared with a deep engine sound, quickly tearing through the morning mist.

The military vehicle rolled across the open, paved ground of the restricted area, finally arriving at the research institute building and stopping beside its massive alloy glass doors.

The adjutant got out of the driver's seat and went to the back to open the door for Commander-in-Chief Qi.

Commander-in-Chief Qi stepped out of the car.

He wasn't wearing an overcoat when he came out; he was only wearing the military uniform he wore indoors.

The adjutant looked into the car and realized he hadn't brought his overcoat.

It was January, and I didn't know if the Commander-in-Chief was cold, but he looked perfectly normal and didn't seem to be.

Forget it, forget it.

President Qi's steps were steady, and the chill of the winter morning seemed unable to penetrate even half a step of his body.

The alloy door slid open silently, revealing a passageway illuminated by a stark white ceiling light.

The head of the research institute inside the gate had already been waiting at the entrance with his team.

He didn't know how many days he had stayed up all night. He was wearing a clean white coat, but his face was even paler than the coat itself, and his dark circles were so heavy they almost reached the corners of his mouth. He looked like a starving corpse on the roadside.

Behind him were two senior research students, also dressed in white lab coats, with tense expressions.

"President Qi!" The person in charge stepped forward.

Commander-in-Chief Qi looked at his face, which looked like he was about to die from exhaustion: "Take care of your health."

"It's nothing serious," the head of the research institute said nonchalantly.

Who cares about their health at a time like this? If they suddenly die while conducting research, then they've sacrificed themselves for science.

"It's a bit difficult to explain the specifics. I'll tell you in detail when we get to my office."

"Um."

Commander-in-Chief Qi turned around and told his adjutant to wait in the guest area by the door.

The adjutant agreed, and a researcher invited him to sit on a small sofa nearby.

General Manager Qi went to the office alone with the person in charge.

The person in charge led the way, and without stopping, they went straight to the highly confidential independent analysis office.

The alloy door slid open silently.

The Confidential Analysis Office is located within the innermost protective layer of the research institute. It is where research results are analyzed and is even more secure than the laboratory.

The walls are made of a special sound-absorbing material, and there are no windows.

Upon entering, all electronic devices are removed, and a three-layer scanning door is used.

The only electronic equipment in the room is a ring of shadowless cold light source at the top. The room only contains a conference table, chairs, and a projector.

The conference table was still a hollow circle, offering no shade to hide in.

To prevent nanorobots from entering the ventilation openings, the air undergoes multiple layers of precise filtration, ensuring absolute cleanliness.

The alloy door closed silently, isolating it from the outside world.

Commander-in-Chief Qi walked to the conference table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

With his back straight, shoulders level, and hands resting naturally on the cold table, he looked up at the person in charge, indicating that he could bring out the results.

The head of the research institute took out an alloy file box that was noticeably thicker and had physical encryption locks added to the edges, and solemnly handed the heavy alloy file box to him with both hands.

Mr. Qi broke the latch and opened the file box.

This type of lock has no keyhole; the highest level of security is physical security, meaning it cannot be opened.

Sometimes the simplest approach is the best; this kind of extremely simple security device with no room for maneuver is the most useful.

Once locked, this type of latch cannot be opened without breaking it, allowing for easy observation of whether a document has been opened by someone else, thus ensuring confidentiality.

Commander-in-Chief Qi looked up at the person in charge standing across the table, whose face was still pale from staying up all night and whose dark circles were striking: "You may sit down as well."

He doesn't need to stand there to answer questions; he doesn't have to exploit his subordinates like that.

The person in charge shook his head: "Mr. Qi, I won't sit down yet. This report has a rather complex data chain and correlation, with many technical points. Let me explain it to you."

"Thanks."

The person in charge walked to the control panel in front of the conference table and turned on the projector.

Light is projected out.

In front of the conference table, in an area that was originally alloy-colored and blended into the wall, a white panel was lowered down.

The beam of light was projected and hit the lowered panel precisely.

Whiteboard imaging.

Because of the confidentiality of the analysis office, electronic screens and internet access are not allowed here, so we can only use the simplest and oldest form of presentation, PowerPoint.

A clean, cool-toned title page lit up, displaying only the institute's logo and a project number, without any extraneous text that could potentially leak information.

The person in charge stood beside the beam of light, the projected light casting a clear outline on his face. He took a deep breath, stepped aside slightly, turned to Commander-in-Chief Qi, and picked up a laser pointer.

Press the laser pointer to turn it on, and a striking red laser dot appears in the upper left corner of the projection wall.

"Mr. Qi, let me start by explaining to you about gene tracing and comparative models."

He used a laser pointer with a red dot instead of a pointer, and the red dot landed on three different diagrams of double helix structures of genes on the projection wall, drawing a circle around them:

"Mr. Qi, the basis of sex differentiation in ABO humans lies in the AO gene. In modern society, everyone is born carrying the potential sequences of both genes simultaneously. I'm sure you're aware of this, right?"