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Third Secret Research Base is affiliated with the National Security Department. The prison here is even more unique than what the outside world imagines.
This place can be considered a haven for various abnormal individuals—spies, members of various organizations, assassins, mercenaries... Each person who operates without restraint in the outside world would be struck with fear upon arriving here.
Entering an old building that feels somewhat eerie, they take the elevator directly to -F3, which is the third underground level. The lighting is bright, almost like that of a corporate office building, and the tightly sealed doors, constructed with excellent soundproofing materials, render the entire floor silent.
"Hello, please show your identification," a uniformed officer gestures.
Even for someone as familiar with the place as Ling Ziqian, he still has to present his officer's ID and go through this necessary procedure.
Ji Yuan feels anxious but patiently waits. Just as he is about to say something, he notices that the guard sees him, first taken aback, then quickly stands at attention and salutes.
After the salute, the guard hurriedly opens the barrier and gestures for Ji Yuan to enter.
This makes Ling Ziqian, who is waiting to register, twitch his mouth in disbelief; this special treatment is too obvious. By the way, his rank isn't low either!
"Thank you."
Although Ji Yuan only smiles politely and says this, the young guard appears flustered and his face turns red, clearly excited.
Under the guidance of Ling Ziqian, the two entered a room, passing through narrow alleys and bypassing several eerie houses. Suddenly, a transparent single-story glass house appeared before them.
From the outside, light streamed in, revealing the scene inside.
At the interrogation table sat a tall young man who did not appear to be a pure Westerner; instead, he looked more like a mixed-blood from Eurasian countries, possessing several features unique to East Asian people.
His face did not bear the fierce look one might expect; rather, it exuded an ordinary yet somewhat shadowy and deep emotional quality, resembling more of a poet than a spy.
At that moment, he seemed somewhat disheveled, anxiously glancing around with an unmistakable hint of worry in his eyes. He had narrowly escaped America's conspiracy and had managed to flee India through numerous connections, only to find himself targeted by special operatives from an Eastern power.
He had just escaped from the wolf's den and fallen into the tiger's mouth, landing in a country that America regarded as a significant threat.
The Eastern interrogator had told him that if he surrendered, he could receive favorable treatment—at least he could keep his life...
However, hours had passed since he surrendered, and there was still no sign of any response. He felt uneasy and restless.
Would the Eastern power be unable to withstand the pressure exerted by America and hand him over?
This thought spun around in his mind over and over, as if there were a million possibilities. He was not a professional spy, just a research assistant under Arthur Jin. Although he knew that the Eastern power was no longer what it used to be and was America's greatest rival, in his impression from the news media, it was merely a large but weak country, even inferior to neighboring India. Whether it could withstand America's pressure was truly uncertain.
Bang! The door lock clicked open, and a man in a white shirt entered alongside a young soldier. The moment he saw Ji Yuan, Jones's eyes instantly lit up. He recognized the man in the white shirt—Ji Yuan, the most brilliant scientist in the history of the Eastern power, who had recently even earned the Galactic Badge, a precursor to the Nobel Prize.
"Bulang?" Ji Yuan raised an eyebrow. "I am sorry to hear about Professor Arthur Jin's passing." Although he spoke words of regret, his expression showed no change; he calmly said, "I understand your predicament, but based on what you previously conveyed, it is difficult for us to take action."
"Can you tell us about other situations you know? To understand, the better the information you provide us, the better the treatment you will receive."
Whether it was professional interrogators or just someone who had glanced at the interrogation report, Ji Yuan was well aware that this man was holding back in his statements.
Clearly, he lacked sufficient security and feared that once he lost his value, the Eastern power would refuse to fulfill its previous promises.
After all, to some extent, even a written treaty can be reneged upon, let alone a few verbal promises.
A person whose life is in someone else's hands is bound to become a frightened bird!
According to Bulang, Arthur Jin had secretly left behind some materials regarding the Super Energy Project and a pile of discarded instruments stored in a storage room at NASA.
Regardless of their authenticity, America was willing to kill top scientists like Arthur Jin to keep secrets; it would be strange for the East to have the capability to send someone to infiltrate NASA!
It was clear that this was nonsense.
Copies might really exist, but as for where they are hidden, perhaps only Bulang has clues about that.
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