A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

"I am also a hybrid, and I can handle hybrid affairs myself. No force can object, and I am capable of resolving this matter. So, please leave it to me."

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment. Over the past two days, he had also received some information about Zhao Zizhan, such as his solo defeat of the first generation of the species. He didn't really have a concept of how many generations of the first generation of the species there were, but when the other party explained that it was roughly equivalent to one person breaking through an aircraft carrier battle group, he understood instantly.

Only now did he understand why that old man Angers called himself a moderate.

With such abilities, why doesn't he become Superman or eat beef, but instead chooses to stay in the military, abide by the law, and prepare to become a scientist?

What positive energy!

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Now that he has been attacked, it is only natural for him to want to solve the problem on his own. Rather, it is surprising that Zhao Zizhan has been holding back for so long before bringing up the idea of ​​solving the problem himself.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course, they say you have to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. Only if this chicken is killed quickly enough will the monkey be frightened. Since they want to cause me trouble, then I'll show them what the price is for messing with me."

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Looking at Zhao Zizhan's resolute expression, the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile, thinking to himself, "Still has the spirit of a young man"—he's energetic and dares to do things, unlike those of them who have been in management positions for many years, who have to weigh the pros and cons of everything.

But he didn't comment on Zhao Zizhan's decision; instead, he changed the subject and asked, "And the second thing?"

Zizhan took out a neatly folded document from his pocket, placed it on the table, and slowly unfolded it. The paper was densely covered with project requirements. He pointed to the contents of the document and said seriously, "The second thing is about the construction of the R&D project team and the requirements for infrastructure."

"I need a research and development facility with a large enough area, which must have a large laboratory that can accommodate multiple teams to conduct high-precision experiments at the same time. It also needs a wind tunnel, which must be a large low-speed wind tunnel that can simulate various extreme environments. In addition, there must be test sites and production workshops, and the production workshops must also have the ability to process high-precision parts."

He paused, then added with emphasis, "These facilities are crucial for the future development of unmanned operating platforms. Moreover, they serve another purpose—for the company I'm going to establish in the future to cover up the real project content, these are also essential hardware supports for operating projects openly, and none of them can be missing."

The middle-aged man leaned over, looking at the list of requirements on the document. His brows furrowed. He tilted his head, puzzled, and pointed to the items "wind tunnel" and "production workshop": "We need a wind tunnel, a production workshop, a modification workshop, a testing ground, and hardware support for a large laboratory, plus the large amount of funding you mentioned earlier... Such a large undertaking will probably be difficult to explain to the outside world, won't it? After all, these facilities combined don't look like a typical research project. Tell me, what project do you want to use as a cover?"

Zhao Zizhan had anticipated that the middle-aged man would have such a question. He smiled confidently and slowly uttered a few words: "It's very simple. I want to form an F1 team."

Meeting the middle-aged man's gaze, Zhao Zizhan patiently explained, "Think about it, the research and development of an F1 team itself requires large laboratories—used to develop aerodynamic components for the race car and optimize engine performance; wind tunnels are even more crucial facilities, as the body design of each F1 race car undergoes thousands of wind tunnel tests; test tracks are even more essential, as the race car needs to be tested for performance in various venues; production workshops and modification workshops are also indispensable, as the parts of the race car require extremely high precision and must have dedicated production and modification facilities."

As he spoke, he pointed to the requirements on the document and matched them one by one: "Moreover, the F1 project itself requires huge financial investment. By announcing the establishment of an F1 team, we can not only apply for these hardware facilities in a legitimate way, but also perfectly cover up our real unmanned operation platform research and development project. No one will associate F1 racing cars with unmanned combat platforms and drones. In this way, the secrecy of the project can be greatly improved. Even if external forces notice this team, they will only think it is a regular commercial sports project and will not associate it with military scientific research."

"That's what they say, but these racing teams are mostly established European companies. It probably won't be easy for companies from our country to break into that market...?"

"That's easy. Didn't that Angers principal from Kassel come to me for investment? He put a nepotism in my research team, a young master from a big European family. We should take advantage of this, use their connections to get a backdoor listing, and then do the deceptive thing..."

Zhao Zizhan was referring to Caesar, of course. With the resources of Angers and the Gattuso family, securing an F1 spot would be a piece of cake. It's a commercial sport, after all; just spending money to build a team and participate wouldn't take much effort at all.

They could even directly obtain a large amount of funding, advanced laboratories, and wind tunnel construction experience from Kassel, which are things that money can't buy. Just the wind tunnel alone could save the country countless troubles.

In other words, by using Kassel as a scapegoat, they not only laid their own eggs but also helped cover up intelligence about their secret military development projects.

A win-win situation means I win twice, like Qin Shi Huang eating peppercorns – I'm numb from winning so much.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Zizhan, and Zhao Zizhan looked at his old leader.

Suddenly, both of them broke into hearty, Uluru-like smiles.

PS: Here I am! I was supposed to update this morning last night, but the internet went down. It's like this house knew I was leaving, so everything started going wrong. It's either water outages, power outages, and now the internet is down. Oh well, this way I can leave without any regrets. That's all for today's update. I'll continue updating tonight.

Chapter 184 Caesar Gattuso.

The leader was indeed tempted.

Zhao Zizhan's suggestion was indeed very constructive.

Formula One racing, as the pinnacle of human automotive industrial development, holds an irreplaceable position globally. It is not only the fastest motorsport in the world but also the highest-level sport in the entire racing field, its influence comparable to the Olympic Games, making it the premier event for countless car enthusiasts and professionals.

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It's almost 2005, and the regulations governing the development of Formula 1 cars won't be officially implemented until after 2021. Over the years, F1 teams have invested astronomical sums in car development to gain an edge on the track. For a powerhouse team like Ferrari, spending four or five hundred million US dollars annually on R&D is commonplace.

Such a massive flow of funds is undoubtedly an excellent choice for projects that need a reasonable excuse to explain where the funds are going. It is perfect for using it to falsify accounts and cover up the real purpose of burning money.

Secondly, getting access to a laboratory and an entire production industrial system for free is really appealing!!

Moreover, in China's automotive industry, the field of automotive aeroacoustics wind tunnels has been a complete blank. Currently, no institution in China possesses such facilities, yet this technology is crucial for automotive research and development. If we could seize this opportunity to develop it, learning from the experience of predecessors, wouldn't that be a perfect solution?

Having considered all this, the leader already had a clear answer in his mind: he would definitely support this decision, without needing to think about it any further. In this era of comprehensive investment attraction and vigorous promotion of industrial development, as long as there were no hidden dangers in Zhao Zizhan's plan, such as preventing foreign spies or other dangerous elements from infiltrating, he had the full authority to make the decision and let Zhao Zizhan go for it. The country would take care of all his worries.

As for the possibility of going abroad for future F1 activities, haha, it takes a while to build the wind tunnel for that thing, and developing a car model takes even more time. By the time the car is finished, the person will probably be an adult. At that time, they can go abroad whenever they want.

The restrictions on the travel of key scientific researchers are mainly due to concerns about their personal safety. After all, these researchers are a valuable asset to the country and cannot be allowed to suffer any mishaps.

But Zhao Zizhan is different. A man who can single-handedly defeat an aircraft carrier fleet is running around everywhere. It's hard to say whose safety he should be concerned about.

The option was so tempting that Zhao Zizhan's seemingly childish decision-making proposal suddenly appeared feasible.

"Regarding the issue of base construction, I can make the decision directly and let you do it. In short, as long as the project needs it, we will provide funding and manpower as needed. We will do our best to give you all the support you can, as long as we can see tangible results in the end."

"But I can't make a decision about what you said about handling the mixed-race attack yourself, because this matter is no longer just between you and me. I need to consult my superiors before I can give you an answer."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news." Zhao Zizhan knew that matters involving cross-departmental collaboration were always slow, so there was no point in rushing.

This request took several days, but Zhao Zizhan wasn't in a hurry. He spent his days playing games in the military camp, and when he was alone, he would go to Terra to do some preliminary preparations for coming here.

Developing F1 racing is a huge undertaking, not something that can be done by just gathering a few people. It involves many disciplines. Even though it's just a cover, you still need to at least produce a prototype car first, right?

When it was time to play games in the evening, Zhao Zizhan would log into his PSN account, and the message "Eri's PSN" would always pop up on the screen on time. The conversation between the two of them also started from the beginning.

Eriyi's PSN: "一丝にプレイしませんか? (Want to say something?)"

Little Cat Egg Roll: "Of course, give me one!"

The two opened Street Fighter in perfect unison and began exchanging blows on the virtual arena.

Later on.

Eriyi's PSN: "One time (いっかい)やろうか?"

Little Cat Egg Roll: "Get on the computer!"

And then there were the later ones.

Eriyi's PSN: "?"

Kitten Egg Roll: "1"

At first, the two only played Street Fighter, but they gradually became familiar with each other. Erii was then dragged by Zhao Zizhan to play some cooperative games, from adventure games that required cooperation to solve puzzles to shooting games where they fought side by side. Their relationship also changed from being evenly matched opponents to teammates who were both terrible at the game.

Their relationship also grew stronger through the games they played.

Finally, after several days of waiting, Zhao Zizhan got the crucial piece of the puzzle to win the championship.

On the tarmac at Shilan Airport, the sunlight was particularly dazzling. A silver-gray Dassault Falcon 7X slowly landed on the runway, the roar of its engines gradually diminishing until it came to a smooth stop. The cabin door opened, and first two bodyguards in black suits stepped out. Then, a figure appeared at the doorway—long, golden hair, as if gilded by the sunlight, shone so brightly that from a distance, it gave one the illusion that the sun had fallen onto the tarmac, almost bringing tears to one's eyes.

It wasn't until the person stepped down the gangway that everyone could see clearly that it wasn't the sun, but a head of meticulously groomed, silk-like golden hair.

The man who arrived was none other than Caesar Gattuso. His well-tailored white shirt and dark suit trousers exuded an innate air of nobility, even though he had just stepped off the plane.

As Caesar stepped out of the VIP exit, he saw a group of people waiting to greet him. His eyes swept over Zero, over Lu Mingfei, paused on Chu Zihang, then swept over Xia Mi, and finally, his azure gaze settled steadily on Zhao Zizhan's face.

He spotted Zhao Zizhan at a glance, like the instinct of some wild animal.

Zhao Zizhan stood at the front of the crowd, his hands in the pockets of his casual jacket, a gentle smile on his face, his eyes calmly meeting Caesar's gaze without flinching.

"I presume you are my new boss?"

Caesar strode forward and came to stand in front of Zhao Zizhan, who was standing there with a smile on his face.

"Nice to meet you."

Zhao Zizhan maintained his smile, slowly extending his right hand with his palm facing up, his posture calm and composed.

Caesar shook hands with him: "Let me make this clear beforehand: I'm not here on the orders of the headmaster or anyone else, but of my own volition. I'm not here to join you; I'm here to challenge you."

"Special Advisor, I hope you really are as strong as the legends say, so that my life here won't be so boring."

"You will succeed, my child. Believe me, the next three years you spend in my research group will be the most fulfilling five years of your life."

Chapter 185 Meeting.

Caesar was a proud man. His pride stemmed from his excellence, the glory of the Tusso family, his innate talent, and his overwhelming strength over his peers from childhood. The word "excellence" had long been forged into his armor.

Excellent people always have their own temper, disdain hypocritical politeness, and are unwilling to be subordinate to others. Just like now, when facing Zhao Zizhan, he did not hide his rebellious nature at all. Every word he spoke was sharp, and his straightforward provocation was like a drawn blade, as if he was afraid that the other party would not see his fighting spirit.

She looks exactly like a prickly, arrogant little golden retriever, yelling "Can you do it, uncle?" while asking you.

If this were a typical hot-blooded young man, he would have first unleashed a flash of cold light, followed by a spear thrust like a dragon.

But Zhao Zizhan was no ordinary guy; he booked a room first.

Once you're inside, I'll tell you exactly how to chop the garlic.

Zhao Zizhan's first impression of Caesar was like that of an Akhal-Teke horse with a diamond saddle—noble in lineage, agile in physique, yet also possessing an untamed and fierce nature.

Taming a wild horse requires patience, and the first step is to make it realize who's in charge here.

In short, establish authority first.

And coincidentally, Zhao Zizhan's action application was approved; the higher-ups agreed.

Zhao Zizhan also knew that the higher-ups had most likely seen the rumors and were testing the waters to see how much truth there was to the claim that his rumor could defeat the aircraft carrier battle group.

After all, no matter how incredible the rumors are, they're never quite the same without seeing it for yourself.

It just so happens that there's no better time than today, and better to be lucky than to be lucky, so let's just do it all today.

Caesar had just disembarked from the plane when he was led to another gate, leaving him somewhat confused: "Wasn't our base supposed to be here? Where are we going?"

Did I go to the wrong place? Wait, isn't this supposed to be a pick-up point?

"I need to take care of some things before I start my research. There have been some bugs jumping around lately, which is quite troublesome. I need to clean it up before I can focus on my research."

Zhao Zizhan didn't explain much and boarded the plane first. Chu Zihang and the others followed without saying a word. Only the little loser behind him looked embarrassed and secretly gave Caesar an apologetic smile. In his opinion, it was indeed a bit unfair that Caesar was dragged to continue traveling as soon as he landed.

But Lu Mingfei clearly didn't understand Caesar.

Just like Chu Zihang is a pure gossip and a melon-eating guy, Caesar also has his own little flaws, namely, he is a pure fun-loving person.

He was born with a love for challenges, for being in the spotlight, for encountering equally matched opponents, and for anything that could bring him excitement.

To put it bluntly, his life has been too smooth from childhood to adulthood, which has caused him to lose interest in mundane daily life and become somewhat disillusioned with the world. I suggest playing a couple of rounds of Silk Song with the dog's head to help him recover.

Of course, there's also the youthful arrogance hidden within. He's too proud and too confident, believing that someone like him should be above everyone else. If anyone disagrees, he'll challenge them and beat them all to a pulp. If the world is dissatisfied, he'll overthrow the whole world!

Caesar was initially annoyed that he was being used as an assistant in school and couldn't go out freely, having to sign a confidentiality agreement. But now that he's landed, there's a big job to watch, and Caesar has a vague feeling that he's come to the right place.

He had already heard about the recent feud Zhao Zizhan was embroiled in. The commotion was enormous, throwing the mixed-blood community into chaos. Almost every mixed-blood with access to core information was discussing the matter privately. For a powerful figure capable of going toe-to-toe with a first-generation hybrid to be attacked was, for a proud mixed-blood, tantamount to defecating on their head. Everyone was speculating how Zhao Zizhan would respond. However, in the past few days, Zhao Zizhan had been unusually quiet, acting as if asleep, which aroused suspicion in many people.

The Little Dragons are all proud; it's an instinct from their bloodline. They won't allow any weaklings to provoke them. Putting themselves in their shoes, if they encountered a bunch of ants who dared to attack them, they would definitely crush them to dust. But now Zhao Zizhan hasn't even uttered a fart. Is this still the legendary figure who survived the first generation of the race?

Where is your pride?

What about your temper?

Where is your stretcher?

You can play ostrich when someone comes to your door to kill you? Did you really beat the first generation of monsters without taking any damage?

The doubts in the hearts of the half-bloods who already had doubts about the fact that a fifteen-year-old could go toe-to-toe with the first generation of races grew day by day. Even Caesar learned of this news, which is why he immediately opened his mouth to provoke and test them.

I don't know if what they're saying is true or not; I'll have to experience it for myself before I can say for sure.

And now, it seems I can finally see how this first-generation hero will deal with those guys? Well, consider it an appetizer; gathering some information about the opponents before the challenge isn't bad.

Caesar boarded the plane in a cheerful mood. As soon as he got on, he saw that there were not only a few of them in the airport, but also two burly men in special police uniforms, one in black and one in white. What was even more eye-catching were the two girls next to the burly men. One had fiery red hair and the other had snow-white hair. Most notably, they each had a pair of exquisite double horns on their heads, which gleamed faintly under the cabin lights.

When Caesar saw that head of red hair, he was momentarily stunned, almost thinking he was seeing an old friend, until he saw those unique horns and realized it was not the old friend.

As for Talulah, both Caesar and everyone present frequently focused their attention on her. First and foremost were Talulah's horns. Unlike Surtr's pointed horns, these horns possessed both ferocity and magnificence. The lines were smooth yet angular, and every pattern resembled a meticulously sculpted work of art. Draco's horns were so unique and magnificent that throughout Terra, regardless of race, anyone who saw them could recognize Draco's identity. [1]

Secondly, everyone present, including the mixed-race individuals, had a strange feeling—they could always sense an indescribable sense of closeness to Talulah, like an innate bond that was hard to explain but impossible to put into words, yet they couldn't help but want to get closer.

Lu Mingfei and the others had met Surtr before and recognized her immediately: "Hey, isn't this your sister-in-law... and this one... Xia..."

After saying hello, the loser suddenly realized, "Brother, this number is wrong?"

One on the left, one on the right, and Xia Mi is one more. How many are there?

Zhao Zizhan smiled and introduced, "Let me introduce you. These are also new employees of our research institute. They're here with us today to handle this incident."

Chapter 186 The Darkest Hour

The rest of the group was already used to their leader suddenly pulling out several powerful figures from nowhere. Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei didn't know much about this hidden world, and Teacher Daye, who knew the world best, was in cahoots with Zhao Zizhan, so the group wasn't too surprised by the arrival of the Rhodes Island team.

He grew up under the influence of Kassel College and was very familiar with the lineage, abilities, and even physical transformations of hybrids. But when he looked at the two in front of him, his gaze fell on Talulah. The dragon horns that protruded slightly from her silver hair gleamed with a cold light, and her tail hung down behind her. Her scales reflected a fine silver light in the dim light.