77: Chapter 77 He calls this a rice cooker? No, it's God's slingshot!

"Transporting atoms?" President Liu Qianghua felt that the world's materialistic view was being hammered away by Su Che with an invisible iron hammer, clanging loudly.

"No." Su Che shook his head and corrected him.

"It's not 'transporting'."

"It's 'slingshotting'."

Slingshotting?

President Liu Qianghua and Lieutenant General Peng exchanged glances, even more bewildered.

Su Che couldn't be bothered to explain further; no matter how much theory was discussed, it was better to just get to work.

He pointed at the list of scrap items and looked at Lieutenant General Peng.

"General, can you get the things on this list?"

No emotion could be seen on Lieutenant General Peng's stern face.

He didn't ask why, nor did he question the feasibility.

He simply pulled out that red encrypted phone.

"I don't care what you need—whether it's from a scrap yard or an arsenal, get the items delivered to the 'Zhurong' laboratory within three hours!"

After finishing, he dialed a number and issued an emergency military order over the phone.

Hanging up, he looked at Su Che with a gaze of almost blind trust.

"Chief Engineer Su, is there anything else you need?"

"No."

Su Che smiled. "Just waiting for the rice to be cooked."

...

Two and a half hours later.

Beijing Xishan, "Zhurong" Lab No. 1.

A dozen heavy trucks with military license plates were parked in the square outside the laboratory.

What was unloaded from the trucks was not some high-end equipment sealed in climate-controlled boxes.

Instead, it was... a pile of genuine, broken scrap metal.

Rusted superconducting coils, CT machine parts still smelling of hospital disinfectant, dusty industrial microwave ovens...

A group of national treasure-level academicians in white lab coats, with graying hair, surrounded this pile of "trash," their expressions vacant, as if they had collectively been hit by a freezing spell.

"Old Chen, is that... that magnetron, the one our unit retired twenty years ago?"

"It seems to be... I remember I was the one who signed the scrap order back then."

"Look at that gradient coil, it still has the turtle drawn in chalk by Old Wang from next door..."

President Liu Qianghua clutched his heart, feeling his blood pressure rising.

In his entire life, he had never fought such an absurdly wealthy battle.

Su Che, however, acted as if he had entered his own backyard, excitedly picking and choosing from the pile of scrap.

"This one is good; the power is high enough."

He manually dismantled a huge magnetron from a dilapidated industrial microwave oven, weighed it in his hand, and was very satisfied.

"And this one, the number of coil turns is just right."

He hoisted a gradient coil taller than himself and dragged it directly into the laboratory.

Under the incredulous gazes of all the scientists and engineers,

Su Che, the man hailed as the hope for the future of Dragon Country's technology, just stood there in his white lab coat, doing the work of an old master from a scrap recycling center.

There were no blueprints, no formulas.

Cutting, welding, wiring...

The actions were rough, simple, and direct.

Every now and then, he would grab a large wrench or crowbar from the toolbox nearby and "clang, clang" hit certain parts twice.

The crisp sound of metal striking metal made the hearts of all the scientists present tremble.

"Academician Qian, what... what is he doing?" A young engineer couldn't help but whisper to Academician Qian Zhenhua, who was standing next to him.

Academician Qian Zhenhua adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses filled with confusion and shock.

"I don't know." He muttered to himself.

"But I feel that we are witnessing... some kind of... primitive, barbaric... genesis."

Half a day later.

In the center of the laboratory, a bizarre-looking machine had been pieced together by Su Che.

Saying it looked like a rice cooker was giving it too much credit.

That thing looked more like an agricultural thresher, crudely welded together from various dismantled parts.

Su Che dusted off his hands, let out a long sigh of relief, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He walked up to President Liu Qianghua and Lieutenant General Peng, who had completely petrified.

"Done."

President Liu Qianghua's lips moved as he pointed at the lump of iron still emitting welding smoke.

"Is this... is this... the 'Atomic Layer Deposition and Etching Integrated Equipment'?"

"No." Su Che shook his head. "This is its core quantum potential well generator."

He walked to the machine and pointed at the ugly circular chamber formed by the CT machine's gradient coils and superconducting coils.

"This is the 'rubber band' for the 'slingshot'."

He then pointed to the industrial microwave magnetron he had violently dismantled.

"This is the 'magazine' for the 'slingshot'."

"As for the bullets..."

Su Che snapped his fingers.

Staff immediately brought over a prepared portion of "quantum-grade etching precursor medium."

"Load the medium into the 'magazine,' and place the silicon wafer into the 'target position'."

"Then, we can open fire."

Open... open fire?

President Liu Qianghua felt as if he were suffocating.

Science, in front of him, had never been so... easy to understand, yet so absurd.

Lieutenant General Peng, however, didn't have so much nonsense to say; he issued the order directly.

"Do as Su Che says! Prepare for testing!"

Soon, everything was ready.

Everyone retreated to a safe distance, leaving only Su Che at the console.

He took a deep breath and pressed the start button.

"Hum—" A low humming sound, as if coming from the depths of the earth, rang out.

Inside the "rice cooker" chamber, streaks of ghostly blue electric arcs, like living lightning, jumped and intertwined frantically!

There was no loud noise, no explosion.

Only an invisible, powerful energy field instantly enveloped the entire experimental bench.

On the console's main screen, real-time data connected to the quantum microscope refreshed frantically, like a waterfall!

"Potential well generation complete!"

"Particle beam calibrated!"

"Target locked!"

"Fire!"

Su Che shouted lowly and slammed the Enter key!

The next second.

On the screen, countless points of light representing the etching medium seemed to receive a silent command, instantly converging into a beam of light more precise than a laser!

They were not "sprayed" out.

Instead, they were shot by that invisible electromagnetic field, just like a stone fired from a slingshot, in a way that transcended all classical physics theories, fiercely "flicking" toward that tiny silicon wafer!

Precise! Stable! Perfect!

On the screen, the real-time generated 3D model of the etching results showed every etched line as if it had been measured with a ruler, without the slightest deviation!

"Stop!"

Su Che turned off the device.

In the laboratory, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared fixedly at the freshly baked test report on the screen.

[Etching accuracy: 2.997 nanometers]

[Particle beam uniformity: 99.999%]

[Single etching success rate: 100%]

"Gulp."

Someone, it was unclear who, swallowed hard.

The next second.

"It's a success!!!"

President Liu Qianghua jumped up from his chair like a child!

He grabbed the report that had just been spat out by the printer nearby; the paper shook in his hands like a leaf in the autumn wind.

In his cloudy old eyes, tears could no longer be controlled and burst forth!

"We have the 'Hand of God'! Our very own!"

He grabbed Lieutenant General Peng's arm, incoherent with excitement.

"We used a rice cooker... no! We used God's slingshot! We smashed right through the American wall!"

...

Meanwhile.

Sakura Country, Prime Ministers Official Residence.

The President of Ida Heavy Industries, Ida Yuji, was kneeling before the Prime Minister, Takaishi Sayuki. The two sat opposite each other, sipping the highest quality Gyokuro tea.

"Prime Minister, The White House's 'Final Technical Barrier Act' is the final lock we need to completely lock down Dragon Country's high-tech industry."

Ida Yuji put down his teacup, his face filled with uncontrollable pride and contempt.

"Without our spare parts and technology, their chip production lines will turn into a pile of scrap metal within three months."

"At that time, their economy will collapse without a fight."

Takaishi Sayuki nodded with satisfaction, a cold light flickering in her narrow eyes.

"Ida-kun, thank you for your hard work."

"For the Great Sakura Empire, I would not hesitate to be shattered into pieces!"

Just as the two were enjoying the joy of victory, a secretary in a black suit walked in quickly with a flustered expression, leaned over to Takaishi Sayuki's ear, and whispered a few words.

The smile on Takaishi Sayuki's face vanished instantly.

"Nani?!" She stood up abruptly, exclaiming in shock.

Ida Yuji frowned: "Prime Minister, what is the matter that causes such panic?"

Takaishi Sayuki did not answer him, but stared fixedly at the tablet in the secretary's hand.

On the screen was an emergency intelligence share from the American CIA.

"Report: Half an hour ago, our strategic reconnaissance satellite deployed in the East Asian region detected a 1.7-second quantum state disturbance in an area in the western suburbs of Beijing, Dragon Country. There was no electromagnetic radiation leakage, and the energy characteristics cannot be matched with any existing known devices."

"Energy level... cannot be evaluated."

"Fluctuation characteristics... never seen before."

At the end of the intelligence, there was a line of conclusion marked by the analyst in red font.

"There... it seems that something... we cannot understand has been born."