127: Chapter 127 The US's trump card: Gravitational wave weapon, destroying the coastline in 48 hours!

Su Che threw the pencil he had snapped in two into the wastebasket by his feet; one half missed.

"Forty-eight hours," he said into his phone. "General, they're desperate."

General Peng snorted on the other end of the line, his voice loud enough to be heard even through the speaker.

"Sending an open message is for the whole world to see, but it's also them looking for a way to back down. One hundred and forty-seven ships are still pushing forward, but their speed has dropped to twelve knots. They're afraid of the DF-26B."

"Two hundred nautical miles outside the territorial sea baseline." Su Che pulled the keyboard on the console toward him. "If they dare to cross the line, fire."

"That goes without saying. The Rocket Force's launch vehicles have disengaged their safeties, and the 055 destroyers have their vertical launch cells fully open. If they dare step even half a step across the red line, the first volley of three hundred and forty-eight anti-ship ballistic missiles will teach them a lesson."

General Peng spoke rapidly, "You focus on your truss. Forty-eight hours—even if the sky falls, the country will hold it up for you!"

The call ended.

Su Che flipped his phone face down on the desk.

He pulled up the assembly blueprints for the ten-thousand-ton aerospace load-bearing truss.

The forty-two-meter verification section—the first step was the material.

Aluminum-lithium based composite alloy, reinforced with carbon nanotubes.

Qin Lan and Jiang Yingxue pushed open the heavy glass door of the B2 level and walked in.

Jiang Yingxue tossed her canvas bag onto an empty table nearby, unzipped it, and pulled out a row of encrypted tablets, lining them up.

"General Peng has synchronized the intelligence." Qin Lan pulled out a chair and sat down, opening her tactical terminal. "For the fourth phase, there are currently no signs of physical mobilization; the satellite reconnaissance images of the navy, army, and air force are completely clean."

Jiang Yingxue tapped on her tablet screen, pulling up a scanned copy of an old file.

"The Prometheus Family has now completely taken control of the Pan-Pacific Technology Alliance, and they have always operated with logical loops. Golden Dome suppression, Ame-no-Murakumo star destruction, saturation strikes—these are the limits of conventional physics. The lack of troop mobilization in the fourth phase suggests it's not a conventional weapon."

Su Che stared at the alloy formula on the screen, his hands inputting parameters into the keyboard at high speed. "Something reverse-engineered from the apocalypse fragment?"

"It has to be that." Jiang Yingxue looked up. "They have a trump card in their hands, codenamed 'Oppenheimer.' I've seen this name in the Alliance's highest-level funding approval stream before; the funding level was S+, but I've never seen a physical project."

Su Che typed a string of commands on the console.

He pressed Enter.

An independent window popped up on the tablet in front of Jiang Yingxue.

Blue background, white text, minimalist style.

[Ready.]

"I've diverted twenty percent of the computing power from the Yiren AI Core in Feather-01."

Su Che pushed over a spare keyboard, the cable connected to his own supercomputing terminal. "It can find patterns on its own. Feed it everything you have regarding 'Oppenheimer'—the fund flows, personnel movements, even discarded emails from ten years ago, water and electricity bills—feed it all."

Jiang Yingxue looked at the simple window and, without a word, connected the line to transfer the data.

Su Che turned to his main screen.

He activated the atomic layer deposition equipment cluster.

On the west side of the B2 level, two rows of massive equipment emitted a low hum.

The ultra-high vacuum chamber slid open slowly.

The aluminum-lithium alloy ingots, prepared in advance by the lab technicians, were fed into the chamber by an automatic rail.

"Temperature increase, plasma excitation," Su Che commanded.

A blinding purple-blue arc erupted inside the chamber.

On a microscopic scale, the carbon nanotubes began to fuse with the aluminum-lithium matrix.

This was not traditional smelting or casting; it was atomic-level weaving.

Every single carbon nanotube had to be precisely embedded into the gaps of the aluminum-lithium lattice.

Time ticked by.

At 9:45 PM, the first batch of ultra-light, high-strength alloy tubes slid out from the output end of the deposition equipment.

They were silver-gray, with an extremely fine honeycomb texture on the surface.

Su Che left his seat and walked over, picking up a three-meter-long, thigh-thick tube with one hand.

It was too light.

Its volume was a size larger than equivalent steel, yet it weighed less than one-tenth as much; in his hand, it felt like a hollow plastic pipe.

He placed the tube horizontally on the 200-ton hydraulic loading platform in the center of the hall.

He walked back to the console and pushed down the pressure lever.

The hydraulic press let out a dull roar.

The precision-steel metal press head bore down hard on the middle section of the tube.

The stress data on the screen skyrocketed.

50 tons.

100 tons.

150 tons.

The tube didn't deform in the slightest.

The microscopic mesh of carbon nanotubes absorbed and dissipated all the macroscopic pressure.

"Stop." Su Che recorded the data; it met the standards.

He began mass production.

The forty-two-meter verification section required one thousand two hundred tubes of various specifications and three hundred and sixty Anti-gravity coupling nodes.

Lin Waner walked in carrying a stainless-steel tray.

A bowl of century egg and lean meat congee, and a glass of warm water.

She placed the tray on the edge of the console and picked up the broken pencil from the wastebasket by Su Che's feet, tossing it into the large trash can outside.

"Eat before you continue."

She pulled out a tissue and placed it under the bowl to block the heat from the hot bowl wall.

Su Che picked up the bowl and lifted a large chopstick-full of noodles.

The noodles were chewy, the broth was savory, and the shredded meat was cut very finely.

"Is this from the Military Science Commission cafeteria?" Su Che asked while chewing.

"I borrowed their kitchen stove."

Lin Waner pushed the warm water toward his hand.

Su Che finished it in a few bites, picked up the bowl to drink the broth clean, and drank half the water.

11:20 PM.

Tube production was halfway complete.

Su Che activated the robotic arms of the large-scale space stress testing platform.

Six giant robotic arms unfolded in the center of the B2 level, their hydraulic joints emitting a slight exhaust sound.

They began to grab the tubes, performing a three-dimensional assembly.

The configuration of hexagonal honeycomb nested within triangular trusses began to take shape little by little; this was the cold-press interlocking of the space self-repairing structural module.

The sound of typing from Jiang Yingxue's side suddenly stopped.

"Su Che."

Jiang Yingxue stood up, staring at the screen in front of her.

Su Che turned his head.

"The AI has calculated it."

Jiang Yingxue projected the screen image onto the main screen of the B2 level.

The Yiren AI Core had consumed fifteen years of peripheral, scattered data from the Prometheus Family and spat out an intricate map of fund flows.

It didn't look at classified files; it only looked at bills.

All funds ultimately converged on an abandoned nuclear test site in Nevada, USA.

On the screen, the AI automatically generated a conclusion.

[Correlation analysis complete.]

[Target location: Underground facility at Yucca Plain, Nevada.]

[Feature matching: In the past ten years, this facility has continuously consumed 14% of the nation's industrial-grade liquid helium and custom-ordered four hundred sets of large-scale high-temperature superconducting magnetic confinement coils.]

[Behavioral deduction: Combined with the residual physical model of the 'apocalypse fragment,' it is inferred that this facility is a 'directional gravity wave oscillator.']

Su Che straightened up.

Gravity waves.

That thing was quite formidable.

Gravity waves ignored any physical defense; they could penetrate the crust directly, triggering local earthquakes or tsunamis in the target area, or directly tearing apart the load-bearing structures of large buildings.

If this thing were aimed at the southeastern coast of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Forty-eight hours," Qin Lan said, looking at the data, her voice cold and hard.

"That's the time they need to charge the oscillator. They sent out the open communication just to cover the gap during the charging period."

Jiang Yingxue looked at the structural diagram.

"They want to shatter our coastal cities directly from the other side of the planet."

Su Che walked back to the console.

"Gravity waves are waves too."

He cranked the robotic arm assembly speed to the maximum.

"As long as it's a wave, it can be interfered with."

He pulled up the truss node connection plan.

Three hundred and sixty Anti-gravity coupling nodes.

The essence of Anti-gravity technology was the manipulation of gravitational fields.

"Forty-eight hours."

Su Che looked at the forty-two-meter skeleton gradually taking shape in the center of the hall.

"The luan bird cannot fly, but this bone can serve as a needle to calm the seas."