"Still haven't found the target?"
"No. We lost the target's information since he went abroad three months ago."
"Where was the last place the target landed?"
"Country Y."
"Damn it."
Wang Wei angrily pounded the table. After a moment, he calmed down and arranged,
"Activate all the stations in Europe, expand the search range, and find him!"
Although the order was given, Wang Wei didn't have the slightest confidence. He stared blankly at the world map on the screen and murmured,
"Where have you run off to this time?"
...
"Zhang Wei, express delivery!"
"Coming!"
In a dilapidated auto repair shop, Song Han, who was still busy in the workshop, heard the voice and quickly drove a forklift out.
"The express delivery service awareness in our country is really good. In Country C, the courier would have just dropped the package and run away long ago."
The deliveryman in front of the truck looked at Song Han with a beaming smile. After all, for any transportation company, if a customer's transportation volume could reach 10% of the company's transfer volume, they would treat that customer like a VIP.
"It's only natural. Your repair shop has had so many express deliveries recently. Are you planning to do some major repairs?"
Song Han drove the forklift to drag the unloaded large wooden box back to the yard and waved his hand, saying,
"I'm repairing a big guy recently, and it requires a lot of spare parts."
"By the way."
Suddenly remembering something, Song Han turned his head and said,
"I won't be at home for a while. If there are some express deliveries for me, please directly transfer and store them at your station. Send them all to me when I'm back."
Closing the gate, he opened the box. Looking at the exquisite Raptor engine inside, Song Han quickly sent a thank-you email to Lao Ma, who was far away in Country C, and began to hoist the engine up.
It was a large bus that had been modified beyond recognition.
The eight-meter-long body was covered with a composite stealth layer. The windshield in front of the driver's seat was replaced by high-strength polycarbonate special glass, and the body was made of customized titanium alloy plates. With Song Han's clumsy welding skills, he had built an irregular outline for the body.
Four plasma engines were installed on the four sides of the body respectively. With the graphene composite ceramic matrix as the main body of the engine, the huge energy instantly provided by the cold fusion battery, through the transmission of the low-temperature superconducting wires in liquid nitrogen and the magnetic field constraint on the plasma engines, each engine could provide a power source of ten tons, and the comprehensive energy conversion efficiency was close to 70%.
Installing the just-arrived miniature Falcon engine, which was nominally a model, on the top of the body and connecting it to the fuel tank above, Song Han picked up a calculator and started calculating beside it.
"The body weighs 12 tons, the Falcon acceleration rocket plus fuel weighs two tons. Adding the medium required for the plasma engines, the liquid nitrogen required for the superconducting wires, and there's still a cargo space of 20 tons."
Looking at the numbers displayed on the calculator in his hand, Song Han frowned tightly,
"Twenty tons is a bit too little! How long will it take to deliver all the goods?"
While Song Han was sighing, the system popped up.
"The existing processing accuracy on Earth simply cannot meet the mass production processing capacity of the multi-layer graphene prism stack. We need to quickly establish a relatively safe production base and upgrade the existing technology again.
At that time, we can further reduce the self-weight and thrust of the plasma engines and manufacture an ideal transfer tool."
Song Han had already heard the system's encouraging words countless times and was now somewhat immune to the vision depicted by the system.
Perhaps sensing Song Han's slackness, the system added,
"If you don't want the tragedy of the Capitol Building in Country C to repeat itself in Country X in the future, we need to quickly establish an absolutely safe secret base."
The system's words made Song Han shudder. He instinctively reached for the kitchen knife at his waist, held it for a while before letting go.
He looked at the bus that he had spent several months modifying in front of him again, shook his head helplessly, and started working again.
After a series of tests, such as the special control of the plasma engines, the sealing performance of the bus, and the confirmation of the weight and types of the first batch of production equipment and living supplies it carried, on a dark and windy night, the bus slowly drove out of the repair shop.
"Bro, your car is so cool!"
An orange taxi stopped in the middle of the road waiting for the traffic light. The driver turned his head and instinctively whistled when he saw the huge monster beside him also waiting for the red light.
However, Song Han, who was fully focused on controlling the huge vehicle under his feet, didn't hear the other person's voice.
The sound insulation effect brought by the high-strength polycarbonate special glass and the fully enclosed body was such that even if you set off a firework behind it, the people inside might not necessarily hear the sound.
As the green light came on, the bus started to move slowly. The taxi driver beside it was a bit annoyed that Song Han, who was driving, ignored him. He simply pulled over and took out his phone.
"Hello, Traffic Police Brigade? I've found an illegally modified bus! It's right here at the entrance of the Panlong Overpass.
How did I find it?
Of course, with my eyes! There are four huge, unclear things hanging on both sides of the car, and there's even a rocket model on its head. It's clearly over-height and over-width!
Let me check the license plate.
Oh, for goodness' sake, it's even a license-plate-less vehicle!
Don't ask me who I am. Just call me the F4 of Shancheng!"
...
"Jian'an, are you sure there's nothing wrong with your navigation?"
Song Han, who had gone up and down the overpass several times in a row, looked at the constantly jumping road planning information on the screen beside him with a bit of depression.
"The route deviation has re-replaced the navigation database for you..."
After wandering around on the overpass for two hours and almost getting dizzy from turning around, Song Han finally got out of this devilish road.
He looked at the crisscrossing overpass roads in the dark night behind him with lingering fear and angrily said,
"I'll never take this road again!"
"The bus in front, pull over and stop!"
A police car that had been waiting for a long time was parked at the exit beside the overpass, and the traffic police inside shouted through a loudspeaker.
However, no matter how they shouted, the bus rushed past at a speed that didn't slow down at all.
"We've wasted two hours on the road. If we don't speed up, after dawn, the sound waves generated when the plasma engines and rocket engines start will attract even more attention."
Looking at the message prompted by the system in front of him, Song Han shrugged, stepped on the gas pedal hard, and the bus rushed out at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour.
"All units, attention. All units, attention. A illegally modified license-plate-less bus is speeding in the direction from Panlong Overpass to Daobeishan Road. All units, pay attention to intercepting it!"
"Team One, copy that!"
"Team Three, copy that!"
"By the way, system, why do we have to go to Daobeishan to take off? Isn't the location of our previous Science and Technology Museum base more remote?"
"The altitude of 1,800 meters of Daobeishan can save us a lot of energy, and the magnetic field of the iron ore in the mountains can also additionally increase part of the repulsive force under the resistance of the engine's restraining magnetic field.
This is also the reason why we chose Shancheng for our base in the first place."
"The bus in front, stop!"
"The bus in front, stop!"
At the entrance of a road leading to Daobeishan Road, a police car flashed its alarm and kept shouting at the bus that was rushing towards it not far away.
Hearing the system's explanation, Song Han suddenly understood. He looked at the dark sky and stepped on the gas pedal again. At this moment, he just stepped on the gas pedal hard and left the rest to the system.
Huh, what flashed by?
"Headquarters, Headquarters, the other side's speed is too fast, exceeding 200 kilometers per hour!"
"Damn it, an illegally modified license-plate-less bus dares to race!"
"Chase!"
Without the obstruction of the devilish overpass, Song Han arrived at the road on the top of Daobeishan ahead of the time planned by Jian'an.
"Jian'an, system self-check!"
"The battery temperature is stable, and the energy system is operating normally!
The air positioning system has reached the designated airspace, and the satellite communication connection is normal."
"Activate the anti-repulsion field!"
"Activated!"
On this narrow 6.5-meter mountain top road, the three-meter-wide bus increased its speed again with a slight tremble.
The traffic police chasing frantically behind the bus stared at the numbers on the tester with wide eyes.
"Damn it, he's risking his life! The speed, the speed has reached 300 kilometers per hour!"
Song Han, who had no idea that there was still a police car following behind him, stepped on the gas pedal again.
"Turn the plasma engines downward by 5 degrees!"
"Turning successful."
There were four irregular bodies with angle offsets on the four sides of the body, and the disturbed airflow made the control of the bus shake a bit.
"Start the engines!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Han turned the steering wheel and rushed towards the cliff beside the road.
"Damn it!!"
This exclamation came from the traffic police following behind, who were shocked by Song Han's crazy behavior.
"Damn it!!"
Amid a louder exclamation, the four plasma engines with a diameter of nearly one meter on the four sides of the bus, and with deafening roars, they propelled the bus into the sky.
"Activate the booster rocket!"
"Activation successful!"
When the body of the bus was adjusted from a horizontal state to a vertical state, the methane-liquid oxygen rocket fixed on the roof also let out its roar.
"Activate the optical stealth!"
"Activation successful!"
Finally, the bus disappeared in a flash, leaving only five long trails of flames cutting across the sky, making deafening roars.
The police car closely following the bus stopped with a series of rapid braking sounds.
The two people who got out of the car were all stunned when they looked at the scene in front of them.
The young traffic police beside him looked at his team leader blankly and asked,
"Team leader, should we still chase?"
"Chase what? He can fly. Do you expect this Santana 2000 to fly too?"
At this moment, the walkie-talkie in the car also rang.
"Team Three, Team Three, has the target been intercepted?"
The team leader said helplessly,
"Interception failed. The other side flew away."
"I didn't expect our team's famous fast driver to have a time when he can't catch up. Which direction did the other side drive away?"
"Into the sky..."
The voice in the walkie-talkie said seriously,
"Don't joke during working hours!"
Hearing this, the team leader also smiled bitterly and said,
"I'm not joking. The other side really flew away."