44: I can't keep a poker face.

Past the reception hall was a circular hall the size of three basketball courts, with a huge holographic projection suspended in the center, accurately displaying the topographic map of the entire Emerald Principality.

Mountains, rivers, cities, and even clouds were lifelike.

Even more astonishing, hundreds of light points were moving in the projection, with detailed information annotated next to some points: flight number, ship name, and special cargo being transported.

"This is..." Director Zhou's voice trembled slightly.

"A real-time global dynamic monitoring system," Ains explained calmly, "covering a diameter of 500 kilometers, with centimeter-level precision."

Lin Mo forced himself to remain expressionless, but his heart was already churning with turbulent waves.

This technology far surpassed the monitoring capabilities of any country in the world, and even the most advanced satellite systems in his own country could not achieve this real-time precision.

And also, this was a mediumless holographic projection!

No laboratory on the entire Blue Star was rumored to have achieved this level.

Professor Shen Yi pushed up his glasses, trying to hide his shock with an academic tone: "What technology does this projection system use? Optical interference or..."

"Company secret, so naturally, I cannot disclose," Director Emerald did not answer but guided everyone towards a circular platform in the center of the hall.

The inspection team knew it was impossible to get an answer so easily, so after a few deep breaths, they followed Director Emerald.

When everyone had taken their positions, the platform suddenly began to rise smoothly.

"This is a maglev elevator," Director Emerald explained, "It's very safe and comfortable."

Indeed, although the platform rose rapidly, no one felt any vibration or weightlessness.

When the platform stopped, they had arrived at a circular observation deck, overlooking the entire industrial city through floor-to-ceiling windows.

"As you can see," Director Emerald pointed out the window, "our investment in Myanmar far exceeds external imagination."

What unfolded before their eyes was a futuristic city they had only seen in movies.

Neatly arranged silver buildings, crisscrossing elevated tracks, and various aircraft flying in an orderly fashion in the sky.

Most astonishing was a giant structure in a corner of the city, looking like a ping-pong ball standing on the ground, but its size far exceeded the Bird's Nest stadium.

"That is our clean energy center," Director Emerald explained, following everyone's gaze, "Utilizing atomic energy technology, it can meet the electricity demands of the entire industrial city."

Professor Shen Yi pushed up his glasses: "A nuclear power plant? This shape doesn't quite look like it."

"Oh really?" Director Emerald chuckled, "That's true for most countries."

She turned to Lin Mo, "Team Leader Lin should have already guessed the reason."

Lin Mo maintained his outward calm: "It is indeed unexpected.

However, I'm more interested in knowing what the purpose of your company's projects in the Emerald Principality is?"

Director Emerald's eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat spotting its prey: "Profit, of course, profit."

She elegantly spread her hands, "But not ordinary monetary profit.

What we want is a longer-term return."

Just as Lin Mo was about to press further, Zhao Zhigang suddenly spoke: "Ms. Emerald, as a military equipment researcher, I am very interested in your company's security system.

May we visit the relevant facilities?"

A hint of playfulness flashed in Director Emerald's eyes: "Director Zhao is quite direct."

She looked at Lin Mo, "What do you think, Team Leader Lin?"

"I couldn't ask for anything more," Lin Mo nodded.

Security equipment best reflects an organization's true strength.

Director Emerald lightly touched the emerald bracelet on her wrist, and a holographic screen immediately popped up.

Her slender fingers tapped a few times in the air, then she gave everyone a mysterious smile: "Please follow me.

However... please be mentally prepared."

Everyone followed Director Emerald to a hidden elevator.

The elevator door had a seamless design; if not for Director Emerald's operation, it would have been impossible to tell there was a passage here.

As the elevator descended, Lin Mo noticed the astonishing speed at which the floor numbers changed.

"We are descending at a speed of 20 meters per second," Director Zhou stared at the elevator display screen suspended in mid-air, his voice trembling slightly, "but I don't feel any acceleration at all..."

Director Emerald chuckled softly: "Inertial damping technology, one of Titan's foundational technologies."

When the elevator stopped, the display showed they had reached the fifteenth underground floor.

As the door opened, they were met with an underground space the size of four football fields, brightly lit but not dazzling, with a faint smell of ozone in the air.

"Welcome to Titan's equipment research and development center," Director Emerald's voice echoed in the vast space.

She elegantly made a "please" gesture, "What is displayed here are all mass-produced conventional equipment."

"Mass-produced? Conventional?" Zhao Zhigang couldn't help but retort, his eyes wide.

First to catch their eye was a row of streamlined motorcycles, but unlike ordinary motorcycles, they had no wheels.

The entire body was flush with the ground like a snowmobile, and the body gleamed with a matte black metallic luster.

"Hoverbikes," Director Emerald walked towards one of them, the hem of her violet trench coat gently swaying with her steps, "They use ion engines and high-power ducted fan technology, with a top speed of 280 kilometers per hour, and can adapt to any terrain."

She gently waved her hand, and the motorcycle immediately started.

After a whirring sound of a fan starting, it hovered in front of her.

Director Emerald elegantly sat sideways on the motorcycle, her trench coat revealing a section of her long, slender calf, as smooth as jade.

"Would you like to try it, Director Zhao?"

Zhao Zhigang's throat bobbed, and he mechanically shook his head.

This reaction seemed to please Director Emerald.

She chuckled as she dismounted the motorcycle, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground.

"What's the principle?" Director Zhou couldn't help but lean in to observe, his finger testing a few centimeters from the hoverbike, "The sound level is clearly not..."

"That's also a company secret. And," Director Emerald gestured with her eyes, and a Warrior by her side instantly blocked Director Zhou's hand.

"The wake of the ion engine is very dangerous at extremely close range, so it's best not to touch it."

Director Zhou recoiled as if electrocuted, his face pale, and he looked with lingering fear at the Warrior who had stopped him.

It was a person completely covered in black armor, moving so fast it was almost imperceptible.

No facial features were visible, only the yellow visor of the full-face helmet emitted an unsettling glow.

"Safety first," Director Emerald's voice remained soft, but her eyes had grown cold, "Although these pieces of equipment appear harmless, they all possess a certain degree of danger."

Lin Mo noticed the faintly visible sharp edges at the Warrior robot's wrist, which clearly wasn't a structure found on wearable protective gear.

He gently pulled Director Zhou's sleeve, signaling him to step back.

"This way, please," Director Emerald turned to guide everyone to continue the tour, her high heels tapping a crisp rhythm on the marble floor, "Let's look at medical emergency equipment."

They arrived at a white display stand, where three researchers in white coats were adjusting equipment.

One of the blonde, blue-eyed female researchers saw Director Emerald and immediately hurried over.

"Director Emerald, you've come at just the right time," the female researcher said in Chinese with a Rhine accent, "We've just completed the stability tests for the latest batch of emergency gel."

"Dr. Irene, please demonstrate for our guests," Director Emerald replied, then turned to the inspection team, "This is our Head of Medical Technology, Dr. Irene Schmidt."

Dr. Irene nodded and picked up a metal tube from the lab bench.

She had typical Northern Europa features: high cheekbones, ice-blue eyes, and looked to be in her early thirties.

"This is the third-generation emergency gel."

She pressed the top button, and a pale blue gel sprayed out, forming a perfect sphere in the air.

"It stops bleeding three times faster than military tourniquets."

She suddenly pulled a small knife from her pocket and cut a gash on her arm.

The moment blood welled up, she sprayed the gel onto the wound.

The gel immediately solidified, forming a transparent film, and the wound began to heal at a visible rate.

"This..." Professor Shen Yi pushed up his glasses, "This violates the basic physiological process of wound healing!"

"It only looks that way," Dr. Irene smiled, showing the now-stopped bleeding wound.

"Actually, it just creates an ideal healing environment.

Complete healing still takes a lot of time, but it is indeed greatly accelerated."

"Can I take pictures?" Zhao Zhigang couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, since it's a visit, you can certainly keep some mementos."

As Zhao Zhigang took out his phone and frantically snapped photos of everything he saw, Lin Mo noticed that Dr. Irene's ID badge read: "Irene Schmidt - Technology R&D Department - P20 Level."

This level was clearly higher than the local employees they had seen in the lobby earlier.

"Want to try it?" Dr. Irene suddenly looked at Zhao Zhigang, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

"We can give you a more in-depth experience."

Zhao Zhigang instinctively took half a step back: "No, thank you.

I... I'd rather see the Armors."

He pointed to several sets of black exoskeleton equipment displayed not far away.

Ms. Emerald chuckled: "As you wish.

Paul?" she called out.

A tall Slav emerged from the shadows.

He had a neatly trimmed beard and cold, grey-blue eyes like the frozen tundra of Eastern Siberia.

"Xingtian Armor demonstration ready, Director," he said with a heavy Russian accent.

"This is Paul Petrov, our Exoskeleton System Engineer," Director Emerald introduced.

Paul said nothing more and walked directly to one of the Armors.

The Armor was pitch black, with dark red patterns at the joints, and the helmet visor was one-way transparent black.

He skillfully put on the Armor, the entire process taking no more than thirty seconds.

The subsequent equipment demonstration was even more astonishing.

This powered exoskeleton, called the Xingtian Armor, could allow an ordinary person to easily lift a ton of weight and move effortlessly across complex terrain; it was equipped with an electromagnetic rifle named "Meteor" with an astonishing range of 5 kilometers; the helmet's intelligent aiming system ensured every shot hit its mark...

"Are these... are these all real?" Zhao Zhigang's voice trembled slightly as he caressed the barrel of an electromagnetic rifle.

Ms. Emerald chuckled: "Director Zhao, why don't you try it yourself?"

She gestured for staff to bring over a simplified version of the Xingtian Armor.

Zhao Zhigang hesitated for a moment, then, with the help of the staff, put it on.

"Try to lift that," Ms. Emerald pointed to a generator in the corner, which looked to weigh at least 500 kilograms.

Zhao Zhigang took a deep breath and made a lifting motion.

Astonishingly, he easily lifted the generator, and his expression showed no strain at all.

"This is impossible..." Zhao Zhigang murmured.

"The exoskeleton reads the user's movement intentions through muscle posture," Ms. Emerald explained, "and then the built-in power unit completes the action.

Theoretically, a person wearing it can easily lift two tons of weight."

Lin Mo noticed that Zhao Zhigang's gaze gradually shifted from shock to a certain fanaticism.

This was exactly the effect Ms. Emerald wanted.

She was like a shrewd chess player, precisely calculating the psychological impact of each move on the inspection team.

"Ms. Emerald," Lin Mo interrupted, "aren't you afraid of leaks by displaying these... advanced pieces of equipment?"

Ms. Emerald's eyes met Lin Mo's directly, a cunning gleam in her emerald pupils: "Team Leader Lin, what if I told you... this is intentional?"

She walked slowly towards Lin Mo, her high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor: "Titan never does anything in vain.

We display these because we know what the Eastern Union needs most."

She stopped just a step away from Lin Mo, the faint scent of jasmine lingering at Lin Mo's nose.

"It's like playing chess; you always have to let the other side see hope of winning for the game to be interesting, isn't that right?"

Professor Shen Yi suddenly interjected: "These... these technologies could basically only appear in top laboratories!

And even in laboratories, they're just experimental creations that can only verify ideas!

How could they appear in a company's laboratory? And the technology is mature enough for industrialization?!

What exactly are you..."

"Professor," Ms. Emerald interrupted him, her violet eyes flashing with a dangerous glint, "At Titan, we only answer the questions that should be answered.

You'd best only ask the questions that should be asked."

The atmosphere instantly solidified.

Lin Mo noticed a slight change in the positioning of the surrounding security personnel.

"One last demonstration," Ms. Emerald broke the silence, her voice softening again.

"I think you all will be interested in our air power."

She led everyone to a hangar where four of the "CM-71 nightingale" VTOL aircraft they had seen before were parked.

Up close, the craftsmanship of these aircraft was breathtaking.

The fuselage had no riveting marks, as if carved from a single piece of metal.

"The combat radius in completely silent mode is 500 kilometers," Ms. Emerald caressed the fuselage of one of them, "with a top speed of 600 kilometers per hour."

"How can it take off and land vertically without rotors?" Zhao Zhigang murmured.

"This violates the laws of physics..."

"It only violates the laws of physics you know," Ms. Emerald said meaningfully.

"Hans!"

A tall, thin German man emerged from the shadows of the hangar, his blue eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses calm and sharp.

"Hans Klaus, Head of Aeronautical Engineering," he introduced himself briefly.

"Introduce the nightingale to our guests," Ms. Emerald commanded.

Hans pushed up his glasses: "Vector thrust system combined with..."

"Confidential," Ms. Emerald interrupted him.

"The demonstration is enough."

Hans nodded and walked towards a nightingale.

As he approached, the aircraft's hatch slid open silently, revealing the precise cockpit inside.

"Would you like to take a look around?" Ms. Emerald looked at Zhao Zhigang.

"Director Zhao seems very interested."

Zhao Zhigang almost involuntarily took a step forward, but Lin Mo pulled him back.

"It's getting late," Lin Mo said, "Shouldn't we be meeting Titan's head?"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Ms. Emerald's eyes: "Indeed.

But before that..." She suddenly walked closer to Lin Mo, close enough to smell her faint perfume.

"I have a small question."

Her hand gently rested on Lin Mo's shoulder; what seemed like an intimate gesture actually carried undeniable force: "That little button of yours, it's a communicator, isn't it?"

Lin Mo's heart almost stopped.

The 'Chixiao' in his pocket suddenly felt scalding hot.

"Don't be nervous," Ms. Emerald chuckled.

"Our AI system will reach a consensus with it."

"As for my boss, you will have a chance to meet him, but not now."