285: Chapter 285 Brain Flower Awakens, Dimensional Reduction Technology Subdues Top Scholars

In the Jiangcheng underground base, on the vast special metal plaza.

Lu Chen stood before hundreds of translucent stasis pods and dropped a single line.

"Go pour concrete."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of hissing decompression sounds echoed across the plaza. The hydraulic valves at the bottom of the hundreds of stasis pods popped open automatically, and the green high-dimensional nutrient solution drained rapidly through the discharge pipes.

The pod hatches lifted upward.

A large amount of white mist billowed out from within.

Intense coughing erupted throughout the plaza.

Over a thousand top scholars of various ages crawled out of the stasis pods, soaking wet. They shivered uncontrollably, lying on the metal floor and gasping for air.

The authority in the field of room-temperature superconductivity, the old Russian man Chekov, was the first to regain consciousness. He propped himself up on the floor and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

After seeing the circle of Death Squad Soldiers standing around in black heavy armor, wielding large blades, Chekov's expression changed drastically. He turned his head and stared intently at Lu Chen and Old Zhou standing at the very front.

"Who are you all!"

Chekov roared in fluent Chinese.

"Who did that bastard Regional President Hans sell us to! This is illegal imprisonment!"

His shout woke up the European engineers who had just regained consciousness.

A bearded German expert struggled to stand up, pointing at Lu Chen's nose and shouting.

"Contact the German embassy for me immediately! I am the chief structural engineer of Munich Heavy Industries! Do you savages know the price of kidnapping me!"

Several Frenchmen nearby also started clamoring along.

"Don't even think about making us build weapons for you!"

"Even if you kill me, I won't write a single line of code!"

"Send us to the International Court immediately! Otherwise, we will go on a collective hunger strike! What else can you bandits from third-world countries do besides using force! Without our brains, you couldn't even mill the turbine of an aerospace engine!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos. Over a thousand high-level intellectuals stiffened their necks, striking a pose of heroic sacrifice. Subconsciously, they believed that since Lu Chen had gone to such great lengths to bring them back, he must be in desperate need of their technology.

Technology was their only immunity card.

Da Biao stood diagonally behind Lu Chen and picked his ear; the bickering tone of these old foreigners made him incredibly annoyed.

"Brother Biao, these old geezers really think they're hot stuff."

Zhang Qiang cursed in the communication channel.

Da Biao didn't reply. His right hand pressed directly onto the hilt of his ultra-high-frequency combat blade, and a dark red glow flickered within the gaps of the blade. He took a large step forward.

"Boss, why waste words with them."

Da Biao cracked his knuckles, his bones popping.

"I'll cut off a few fingers first, then these old foreign devils will know who's in charge in Jiangcheng."

Old Zhou was startled and hurriedly backed away.

These were all precious assets; if even one was damaged, Wei Jianguo would fight him to the death.

Lu Chen raised his left hand and pressed it onto Da Biao's wrist.

The red glow of the combat blade extinguished.

Da Biao immediately stepped back half a step and stood at attention.

Lu Chen tucked his lighter into his pocket and stepped on his cigarette butt. He strode forward and stopped in front of Chekov, looking down at the old man who was known as one of the greatest physicists of the 21st century.

"Old Zhou, bring the item."

Lu Chen extended his right hand.

Old Zhou ran over and took a silver holographic projection generator out of his briefcase to hand over. This was a demonstration disk that Wei Jianguo had urgently 3D-printed based on the system data Lu Chen had just dictated.

Lu Chen casually pressed the start button and flicked his hand, slamming the generator into Chekov's face.

The generator bounced onto the floor, and a deep blue holographic light instantly blossomed before Chekov's eyes.

"Are you done making noise?"

Lu Chen's voice was not loud, but it drowned out the noise of the entire venue.

"If you're done, look at this. Once you understand it, then decide whether you want to die."

Chekov instinctively wanted to kick the glowing object away to continue expressing his stubborn uncooperative attitude, but when his cloudy old eyes swept over the blue holographic projection, his movements froze instantly.

Floating on the hologram was an extremely complex geometric model. Next to the model, hundreds of physical parameters and formulas were densely annotated. At the very top of the blueprint, a line of large text was written in standard English.

Antimatter Reactor Cooling Medium Parameters and Underlying Logical Architecture.

Chekov's breathing stopped for half a second. He lunged onto the floor, clutching the generator tightly with both hands, his face nearly pressed against the holographic image.

"Chekhov! Don't look at their stuff! This is a trap!"

The bearded German expert ran over and reached out to pull Chekov's shoulder.

"Get lost!"

Chekov suddenly erupted into an extremely sharp roar.

He slapped the German expert's leg with immense force, not at all like a weak old man who had just woken up.

The German expert was stunned by the roar and stood frozen in place. The European engineers who had been clamoring the loudest also stopped, looking at each other. They had never seen this authority figure display such a crazed expression.

Chekov's fingers trembled violently as he traced the complex formulas in the air, the muscles on his face twisted together.

"This... impossible..."

A hoarse, dry, rasping sound emanated from Chekov's throat. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the core energy closed-loop derivation formula.

"Energy level transition speed exceeds the speed of light threshold... energy overflow conversion rate is three hundred percent... no mass loss... no entropy increase..."

Chekov muttered incoherently, his hands beginning to tear at his messy white hair.

He had been locked in the Abyss Vault for ten years, mentally calculating cutting-edge physics every day. He knew better than anyone else in the world where the ceiling of current human technology lay.

But the holographic model before his eyes completely overturned all the knowledge he had accumulated over seventy years of life. If this formula held true, it meant that humanity could extract infinite energy directly from the vacuum.

"Fake! These are all fabricated data! This violates the second law of thermodynamics!"

Chekov abruptly raised his head and roared at Lu Chen, spittle flying everywhere.

His worldview was collapsing.

He would not allow the beliefs of his entire life to be shattered by a few sets of fictional code.

Lu Chen watched the crazed Chekov, the corners of his mouth curling up coldly.

"It is impossible in Earth's physics."

Lu Chen's voice was flat.

"In Jiangcheng, I am the law."

Arrogance, absolute arrogance.

These thousand scholars were completely enraged by Lu Chen's words.

"He is bluffing! He can't possibly build something like this!"

The bearded German expert incited loudly.

"Without physical verification, these formulas are a pile of shit! They just want to destroy our will!"

"That's right! Using pseudoscience to fool us! It's simply an insult to us!"

The sound of protest erupted again, even more intense than before.

Old Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his face.

These intellectuals are truly stubborn; there's no reasoning with them.

Lu Chen did not get angry. He turned around and walked toward the giant metal wall on the right side of the plaza. Behind the wall was the No. 1 Special Assembly Workshop.

Da Biao followed closely behind Lu Chen with several Death Squad Soldiers. Their footsteps were heavy, and their metal combat boots created a deafening echo.

The group of protesting scholars instinctively made way.

Lu Chen stopped in front of the main control console and reached out to press a red start button.

A sharp alarm sounded throughout the entire underground plaza.

In the center of the metal wall, a blinding yellow line lit up. Immediately after, the hundred-meter-high explosion-proof door slid open to the sides. The sound of heavy gears engaging shook dust from the cracks in the floor, causing it to fall in a rustle.

The explosion-proof door opened completely.

All sounds of protest ceased in an instant.

The entire plaza fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of heavy, rapid breathing audible.

Over a thousand pairs of eyes stared straight into the interior of the No. 1 workshop.

In the center of the workshop floated a behemoth: a pure black inverted triangular chassis with a terrifying mass of three million tons. Without any physical support, it hovered quietly in mid-air, ten meters above the ground.

At the edge of the chassis, an abyss-blue anti-gravity engine array was slowly rotating. The blue light was extremely stable, with no energy leakage.

It was a creation filled with extreme oppression, completely transcending the aesthetics of modern industry.

The bearded German expert who had been loudly cursing pseudoscience just a moment ago felt his knees go weak and fell to the metal floor with a thud.

He scrambled forward a few steps, reached out his hands, and stroked the blue light in the air.

"Anti-gravity... a complete magnetic field confinement model... no exhaust ports... no propellant propulsion..."

The German expert was streaming with tears and snot.

That was the ultimate dream of all structural engineering and materials scientists. Now, this dream existed in physical form, displayed vividly before them.

It was not a holographic projection; it was a reality with mass, gravity, and modified local physical rules.

Lu Chen stood before the explosion-proof door, his back to the massive blue light, watching this group of people quietly.

No one mentioned the embassy again.

And no one mentioned the hunger strike again.

Several French engineers had weak legs and collapsed onto the floor. Some even crawled on the ground, frantically kissing the metal floor where they could feel the aftershocks of the anti-gravity.

After their beliefs collapsed, what followed was fanatical worship.

Humanity's awe of the unknown was completely ignited at this moment by Lu Chen's tangible crystallization of technology.

Chekov summoned strength from who knows where. Using both hands and feet, he clutched the holographic generator tightly and rushed toward Lu Chen, disregarding everything else.

Two Death Squad Soldiers immediately stepped forward, crossing their ultra-high-frequency combat blades to block Chekov's path.

Chekov didn't care about the blades pressed against his chest. His face was flushed red, and he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Let me join! I'll sign an indenture contract!"

Chekov stared fixedly into Lu Chen's eyes, his voice hoarse to the extreme.

"As long as you give me the subsequent derivation formulas for this reactor, I'll give you my life!"

"Chekhov! Don't hog it!"

The bearded German behind him also reacted, pushing through the crowd and lunging forward.

"Boss! Give me the material structure diagram of the chassis! I can work twenty hours a day! I don't need a vacation!"

These top scholars, who a second ago were going to report Lu Chen to the International Court in The Hague, had all turned into ravenous, fanatical believers.

Technology blockade? Moral blackmail?

In the face of the truth of dimensional reduction strikes, all worldly rules were just waste paper.

Old Zhou swallowed hard. He realized that the blue potion the boss had just redeemed didn't need to be brought out at all.

Lu Chen brushed the dust off his jacket.

"Old Zhou, take them to wash up and issue each of them a set of work clothes."

Lu Chen turned and walked toward the private elevator.

"In an hour, issue the blueprints for the Great Wall Dome No. 3 base. I want them to increase the theoretical conversion rate by another twenty percent before the sun rises tomorrow morning."

Da Biao chuckled. He slung his large blade over his shoulder and roared at the group of foreigners.

"Did you all hear that! Wash up! Get ready to work!"

These old men, who should have been standing at the pinnacle of human technology, felt no anger at having their dignity offended. They were even trembling with excitement at being able to participate in an engineering project of this level.

Chekov scrambled up, clutching the holographic projector tightly, not letting anyone touch it.

Lu Chen stepped into the elevator, and the metal doors slowly closed.

He mentally opened the system panel. Now that the talent was in place and the materials were sufficient.

Then, the next step was to go find that old friend Washington, who dared to send people to cause trouble at the factory, and settle the remaining depreciation costs once and for all.

Lu Chen reached for the red communication microphone in his pocket.