The Top Secret Special Group Is Established; You Will Be Great Xia's First Line of Defense!

"I understand what I need to do now." Lu Ze had finally achieved complete enlightenment.

Although he had made some initial plans before, he had never found the right path.

Without thoroughly resolving the issue of trust, he would have to tread carefully throughout LLNL Laboratory.

But if he could access core technological items, putting everything else aside, wouldn't he have to replicate a few Little Boys that Japan loved so dearly, then let them experience the record-high temperatures from that historic day seventy years ago?

As for charcoal-grilled meat, Lu Ze absolutely loved it.

A moment later.

After Michael Hasen had finished eating, he stood up and stretched. "Keep at it!"

"If it really doesn't work out, your current situation is pretty good too."

He looked at Lucy beside Lu Ze. He had recently heard that the two of them spent every day together. Wasn't that a perfectly comfortable life?

Why torment himself thinking about how to fit into this cold, heartless LLNL Laboratory?

Perhaps young people were always like this. Michael Hasen muttered inwardly. Hadn't he been exactly the same when he was young?

Could it be that his decision back then had truly been wrong? Could Eagle Sauce really be called some so-called "beacon of civilization"?

Perhaps he had already known the answer deep down. He simply did not want to deny all the effort he had put in during the first half of his life.

"Professor Hasen, you still have a lot of documents left unprocessed. You'd better finish them before going back." Lucy reminded him at just the right moment as she leisurely packed away the last of the food. "Otherwise, I'll deliver them straight to the mailbox outside your house."

No matter how much he slacked off, as a laboratory professor, he still had to handle some official work.

She did not want to end up doing hard labor for Hasen, helping him approve those mind-numbingly boring documents.

"Then I'd better rest a little longer." Michael Hasen lay back in his chair and opened the laptop in his bag.

Don't misunderstand. As the king of slackers, there was no way he would handle official work now.

Under Lu Ze and Lucy's curious gazes, Professor Hasen skillfully opened a stock trading app.

Seeing how he bought stocks, Lu Ze looked utterly confused. "Professor, you..."

"You put all your money into a single stock? You even used three-times leverage?" Even Lucy was somewhat astonished.

Wasn't this a little off? This was not stock trading at all. It was outright gambling.

"I'm not much of a gambler. As long as the stock I choose is at the bottom, there's nowhere to go but up." Michael Hasen said indifferently. "So I just go all-in and short it. If I die, I die."

He was someone who disliked relying on luck. He had always preferred to go all-in directly.

Lu Ze smiled. "I'm not someone who likes gambling either, so I only have one investment strategy."

"What is it?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Lucy's bright eyes.

He raised one finger, drawing both of their attention, and said confidently, "Keep investing. As long as I keep adding to my position, I'll never lose money."

"????"

Lucy's eyes were full of disbelief. If the two of them did not enter the financial world, it would truly be a loss for all retail investors.

Meanwhile.

As Lu Ze and Lucy finished their morning tea and leisurely strolled around the laboratory.

Great Xia, Yanjing.

It was a little past nine in the evening.

Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing rode in a specially reinforced car back to the entrance of the Great Xia Academy of Sciences.

After stepping out of the car, both men wore grave expressions. They had barely spoken along the way.

They did not even have time to rest, immediately striding back to the president's conference room to meet and discuss matters again.

"Old Zhang, what do you think we should do next?" Zheng Lixing's brows were tightly furrowed.

A worried mood filled the air.

"Who knows what the higher-ups mean this time? This assignment won't be easy."

Zhang Yuli did not look any better. "A headache. This is truly a headache."

This emergency meeting had been a secret meeting convened by the highest level. There had only been a few attendees, yet every single name was famous enough to thunder in one's ears.

Even with Zhang Yuli's rank as president of the Great Xia Academy of Sciences, he could only rank last among them, while Zheng Lixing ranked second to last. In terms of official rank.

They had originally assumed that some urgent matter needed to be discussed.

It was indeed an important matter, but its importance far exceeded anything the two of them had imagined.

The meeting had only one core topic: establishing a "Special Secret Group" solely responsible for the Mysterious Organization.

Zheng Lixing took out his pipe tobacco and inhaled deeply before continuing in a heavy voice, "I knew this emergency meeting would not be simple, but I never expected it to be about establishing a secret group."

"This came far sooner than I expected."

The two of them had already received preliminary insider information about establishing this Special Secret Group the previous week.

But they had never expected the highest level to make a complete decision in only a few days. The members of this "Special Secret Group" would mainly consist of Zhang Yuli, Song Qinyi, Zheng Lixing, and Liu Zhixue.

Zhang Yuli would serve as team leader, Zheng Lixing as deputy team leader, and the other two would be members.

There was no doubt that these were the most suitable candidates. The higher-ups had not considered anyone else at all.

After all, only the four of them clearly knew of the mysterious person and the Mysterious Organization behind him. They had also communicated with him many times. Bringing in others rashly would create an enormous hidden danger, and Great Xia could not afford to take that risk.

Smoke drifted through the room, and the smell of tobacco eased their taut nerves somewhat.

This time, Zhang Yuli did not say much. He let out a long breath. "This Special Secret Group has too much authority."

"If anything goes wrong, you and I will truly bear grave sins."

"Indeed." Zheng Lixing agreed.

The full name of this group was the Great Xia Top Secret Special Operations Group. It had only one authority: throughout all of Great Xia, only this group could communicate with the Mysterious Organization in both directions.

In necessary emergencies, the group could temporarily make judgments and decisions that did not affect Great Xia's fundamental strategy.

The authority sounded simple enough.

But in ancient times, it would have been the treatment afforded to an imperial envoy, though it could only be used in matters involving the Mysterious Organization.

From this alone, one could see just how outrageous this secret group's authority was.

The higher-ups had summed up its importance in a single sentence: You will be Great Xia's first line of defense.

But the greater the authority and capability, the greater the responsibility one had to bear. Neither of them could fail to understand that, and it was the source of their worry.

After pondering for a long while, Zheng Lixing said, "By the way, should we notify Old Song now?"

Song Qinyi was still working on the J-20 project, so they had not had time to explain things to him yet.

"Wait until the J-20's maiden flight is complete. They can't do without him over there right now." Zhang Yuli waved a hand. "Besides, having Little Liu for now is enough. He can handle external contact and communications."

"That's true." Zheng Lixing nodded.

The J-20 project was arguably Great Xia's most important research project at the moment, and they could not let their guard down there either. Having Song Qinyi join the group now would not be a good thing.

Besides, the Special Secret Group did not have much to handle at present. The two of them could manage it completely.

"So next, should we contact the Mysterious Organization?"

"Wouldn't that be too frequent?" Zheng Lixing took a puff of smoke, drew it deep into his lungs in an epic inhale, then exhaled a beautiful smoke ring.

Less than two days had passed since their previous contact.

Although they had previously contacted the Mysterious Organization to report their actions as usual, he worried that such frequent proactive contact might cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhang Yuli shook his head. "No. We must synchronize and discuss this matter with them."

"And I don't think this organization would be the sort to nitpick over such things."

How could an organization willing to trade one billion US Dollars in compensation for one thousand schools in Northwest Province possibly feel dissatisfied over something so trivial?

On the contrary, failing to communicate with them promptly might be what caused dissatisfaction.

Eagle Sauce, California.

After Lu Ze had finished lunch, he lay on a sofa resting.

Just as he was beginning to feel sleepy, a prompt suddenly appeared on the light screen over his eyes.

[Ding! You have received a new email.]

Lu Ze instantly perked up and quickly headed in one direction. "Lucy, I'm going to the restroom."

"Okay, got it."

Lucy was holding a laptop, engrossedly reading the Great Xia Kung Fu guide Lu Ze had mentioned.

So kung fu really was basically like magic. But where was the Magic Fairy Castle? Lucy muttered. Clearly, she still preferred magic more.

Arriving at an unoccupied corner of the restroom, Lu Ze opened his mailbox and projected it onto the light screen.

[We will establish a "Great Xia Special Secret Group" to replace the Great Xia Academy of Sciences as the sole liaison responsible for coordinating with your organization in the future.]

[This group will be fully responsible for all matters related to your organization, including your requests for emergency assistance, rescue, help, and so on. — Special Secret Group.]

"A brand-new group?" Lu Ze frowned.

When he carefully read the contents of the email, even with his strong mental fortitude, he could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

"These terms are truly a case of spending a fortune to acquire a fine horse's bones," Lu Ze thought.

The previous title of Top Secret · Core was no longer enough to describe his importance to Great Xia. Perhaps, to Great Xia, the Mysterious Organization was something like a national stabilizing weapon.

They might not launch a full-scale war for the Mysterious Organization, but they definitely would not back down from proxy conflicts or localized hot wars.

After thinking carefully for a while, Lu Ze laughed silently. "In that case, I should return the favor too."

He was not someone who failed to repay kindness.

[We are very satisfied with this arrangement. May I ask what technology Great Xia wants next?]

[A B-2 bomber? Or something else!?]

(First update.)