pjbooks Chapter 208 Target: East China Sea!
Chapter 208 Target: East China Sea!
The morning sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Genting Manor.
Nie Qingcheng clung to Zhang Yan like a lazy cat.
Last night's madness left her with no strength left to even open her eyes.
Zhang Yan leaned against the headboard, his fingers running through her silky long hair, gently combing it.
The phone on the bedside table vibrated.
Qin Xiao's name flashed on the screen.
Zhang Yan pressed the answer button.
"Brother Yan, the helicopter is warming up on the helipad." Qin Xiao's voice was filled with excitement.
Ever since he witnessed the power of mechs, this kid has been more interested in leveling up than anyone else.
"I'll be there in half an hour." Zhang Yan hung up the phone.
He looked down at the woman in his arms.
Nie Qingcheng snorted in dissatisfaction and buried her face in his chest.
"Time to get up." Zhang Yan patted her shoulder.
"Hold me for another five minutes." Nie Qingcheng's voice had a strong nasal tone.
The ruthless and decisive female CEO outside is now all that remains of her delicate beauty.
Five minutes later, the two finished washing up.
Nie Qingcheng changed into a smart black motorcycle outfit, and tied her long hair into a high ponytail.
This outfit has lost some of its femininity and gained more of a heroic and dashing air.
Zhang Yan looked at her, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.
The two got into a bulletproof Maybach and drove to the helipad of the Tianji Security Base.
Qin Xiao was already waiting beside the helicopter.
Seeing Nie Qingcheng's attire, he tactfully greeted her with "Hello, sister-in-law."
Nie Qingcheng nodded slightly, her aura instantly switching back to that of a high and mighty queen.
The helicopter's rotors whipped up a fierce wind as it rose from the ground.
Target: East China Sea.
The cabin was very noisy, so the three of them wore noise-canceling headphones.
Zhang Yan looked at the clouds outside the window and brought up the system interface in his mind.
The Mo family relics on the seabed of the East China Sea are of unknown depth and topography.
Both Wind Spirit and Black Scorpion are land-based mechs, and their performance will be greatly reduced in the high-pressure environment of the deep sea.
It might even be scrapped outright.
Underwater warfare requires specialized vehicles.
"System, do you have any blueprints for mechs suitable for deep-sea diving?" Zhang Yan asked in his mind.
The system interface flickered briefly.
[Searching for diagrams of Mohist mechanical techniques...]
Search complete.
[Recommended Model: Mojia Mechanical Beast - Devouring Shark]
[Type: Deep-sea submersible/assassination platform]
Maximum diving depth: 12,000 meters
[Weapon Systems: High-frequency oscillating cutting teeth, supercavitating torpedo, deep-sea high-pressure water jet]
Zhang Yan's eyes lit up as he looked at the data on the panel.
A depth of 12,000 meters is sufficient to handle the vast majority of ocean trenches on Earth.
"Does the creation require fragments of the Heart of Heaven?" Zhang Yan asked the question that concerned him most.
He only has one fragment left, which he must leave to either the Vermilion Bird or the Azure Dragon.
【unnecessary.】
[The fragments of the Heavenly Craftsmanship Heart are only used to power strategic-level weapons of the Mohist Four Spirits.]
The Sea-Eating Shark utilizes a dual-core drive system of a micro nuclear fission reactor and deep-sea geothermal energy, and can be constructed using conventional materials.
Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as you don't use fragments of the Heart of Heaven, other materials are fine.
He opened the materials list.
High-strength, pressure-resistant titanium alloy, deep-sea shape memory metal, superconducting nerve fiber network...
These are all extremely rare materials on the market, but they are top-tier materials within the scope of human technology.
A few hours later.
The helicopter landed at a private dock on the outskirts of Donghai City.
This is a property of the Qingcheng Group.
A sprawling seaside villa stands on the edge of a cliff, with the unfathomable blue ocean below.
The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept over me.
Nie Qingcheng stepped off the helicopter, where the dock manager and a group of senior executives were already waiting respectfully.
"President Nie." The person in charge lowered his head, not daring to breathe.
"Empty Warehouse No. 1 and evacuate all irrelevant personnel from the dock," Nie Qingcheng gave the order directly.
The person in charge nodded repeatedly and immediately turned to get to work.
Upon entering the villa, Zhang Yan handed Nie Qingcheng a list filled with materials.
"I can't use my existing mechs for underwater operations."
"I need to build a specialized deep-sea mechanical shark."
Nie Qingcheng took the list and quickly scanned the obscure professional terms on it.
"High-strength, pressure-resistant titanium alloys require military-grade approval."
"Deep-sea memory metals are currently only produced by a few top laboratories abroad."
She looked up at Zhang Yan.
"Leave it to me."
She picked up her phone and dialed the number of the head of the purchasing department at Qingcheng Group.
"I want to see all the materials on the list appear in the Donghai No. 1 warehouse within three hours."
"No matter what methods you use, no matter how much money you spend."
"If you can't do it, then submit your resignation."
A panicked voice answered from the other end of the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Nie Qingcheng turned to look at Zhang Yan, a gentle smile returning to her face.
"nailed it."
Looking at her, Zhang Yan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
This is the benefit of being a kept man.
He doesn't need to worry about those complicated interpersonal relationships and resource allocation.
He only needs to focus his energy on the core technology and combat.
His woman will pave the way for him for the rest.
The mobilization of materials takes time.
The massive business machine that is Qingcheng Group has begun to operate at full speed.
Top-tier supplies were mobilized from all over the world and continuously transported to the East China Sea via special planes and high-speed trains.
Zhang Yan stood in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the surging sea below.
The East China Sea is very deep, hiding too many unknown secrets.
Qin Xiao walked over with two glasses of iced Americano and handed one to Zhang Yan.
"Brother Yan, your wife has arranged all the materials. What are we going to do now? Just wait around?"
Qin Xiao is a restless person, and he's already itching to get started.
Zhang Yan took the coffee and took a sip.
"Go out for a walk."
"Where to?" Qin Xiao was taken aback.
"The underground circles, hospitals, police stations, and even the gossip stalls on the streets of Donghai City."
Zhang Yan turned his head and looked at him.
"Go and find out if anything strange has happened in the East China Sea recently."
"For example, people who disappear without a trace, citizens who suddenly go mad, or some bizarre murder case."
Qin Xiao instantly understood Zhang Yan's intention.
"Are you looking for traces of the ruins?"
Zhang Yan nodded.
"If it has its eye on the seabed relics in the East China Sea just like we have, then it will definitely be active in the vicinity."
"The pollution of the ruins cannot be completely concealed."
Qin Xiao downed the coffee in one gulp, then crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can.
"Leave it to me. I'm an expert at finding out this kind of low-level information."
As one of the most notorious playboys in the capital, Qin Xiao was well-versed in the ways of all sorts of people.
He changed into inconspicuous clothes, put on a baseball cap, and left the villa alone.
Only Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng remained in the villa.
After processing several urgent documents, Nie Qingcheng closed her laptop.
She walked behind Zhang Yan, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his back.
"It will take at least three days to gather all the materials."
"For these three days, you belong to me."
Her voice was soft, tinged with weariness.
Zhang Yan turned around and pulled her into his arms.
"Okay, I won't think about anything else for these three days, I'll just spend time with you."
For the next three days, the two enjoyed a short but peaceful period of cohabitation.
There are no mechs, no alien monsters, and no family feuds.
During the day, they went to the famous seafood market in the East China Sea to buy vegetables.
Zhang Yan demonstrated "god-level culinary skills," transforming ordinary swimming crabs and grouper into delicacies that even Michelin three-star restaurants could hardly match.
Nie Qingcheng, wearing an oversized men's shirt and barefoot on the carpet, ate heartily without any regard for her image.
In the evening, they sat on the wicker chairs on the balcony and enjoyed the sea breeze.
Zhang Yan would tell her some interesting stories about the orphanage in his deep voice.
Nie Qingcheng listened attentively, occasionally bursting into laughter at a funny part.
This simple, everyday life was a luxury she had never experienced in her previous twenty-four years of life.
She became increasingly fond of Zhang Yan's scent.
That kind of calm and collected demeanor that can instantly put people at ease, no matter what earth-shattering events they face.