Dr. Fuqi did not hesitate and blurted out, "Mr. President, these two and this new drug have absolutely no connection!"
"How can that be?" The answer far exceeded the President's expectations, and he couldn't help but ask again.
"Dr. Fuqi, Jing Mingqiu and Yi Wenliu participated in the entire experimental process of this drug. Yi Wenliu is the nominal head of the drug, and Jing Mingqiu is the actual controller. How can they have no connection at all?"
Dr. Fuqi scoffed, "Heh! Researching a new drug, not to mention how much money it costs, just finding a suitable and stable formula takes years. Subsequent animal and clinical trials also take several years."
"I heard that Jing Mingqiu and Yi Wenliu just started college today! I estimate that when this drug was initiated, they were still drinking milk. How could they possibly have any connection?"
The President was still unwilling to give up, "Dr. Fuqi, even if they were young when the project started, couldn't they have joined later to solve problems encountered in the research? I have a lot of information here that can serve as evidence."
Saying this, the President walked to a nearby filing cabinet, pulled out a thick stack of confidential documents, and handed them to Dr. Fuqi.
Dr. Fuqi took the documents and flipped through them casually, a look of 'as expected' appearing on his face.
Then, he pulled out three secretly taken photos and threw them onto the table.
"Mr. President, please take a look at these photos first."
The President of the United States stared closely at the three photos and found that they were taken by the people he had bribed while Jing Mingqiu was directing others.
Except for the possibility of a focusing failure, which made his eyes look a bit unfocused, there was nothing special about them.
Smith Lunen, the director of the Mei Qing Bureau, who was standing in the corner, out of curiosity, quietly peeked when the President wasn't paying attention. However, he was also confused and didn't understand why the President said that.
Both of them, as if by mutual agreement, turned to Dr. Fuqi for an explanation.
Dr. Fuqi didn't rush to answer. Instead, he took out his phone, casually opened a video of an evening gala, and pointed at the host who was reading a script.
"Mr. President, look at his eyes. Are they similar to this host who is reading a script?"
The President took the phone and compared it with Jing Mingqiu's photos. He found that their expressions were almost identical.
"Dr. Fuqi, what is going on?" A terrible guess flashed through the President's mind.
"Isn't it obvious? He's just reading a script!" Dr. Fuqi shrugged, took his phone back from the President, and put it in his pocket.
Smith Lunen was still a bit confused. He picked up the thick stack of documents, pulled out a few more photos from them, and shouted, "But there was no script in front of him before!"
"I wouldn't know about that," Dr. Fuqi spread his hands. "Dragon Country has been making rapid progress in high-tech fields recently."
"If I remember correctly, this kid named Jing Mingqiu has always been wearing a mecha. Perhaps there's some new technology that can directly project text onto the retina."
With the keen observation skills of a chief physician, Dr. Fuqi accurately discovered Jing Mingqiu's small actions.
However, due to the difference in their understanding, he never imagined that this was not a high-tech projection onto the retina, but a completely unreasonable system light screen that only Jing Mingqiu could see.
Considering that Jing Mingqiu was connected to many epoch-making technologies in Dragon Country and seemed to play a very important role, the President of the United States had initially intended to eliminate him at all costs.
But after hearing Dr. Fuqi's analysis, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if he had suddenly woken up to the fact that he had almost fallen into Dragon Country's trap.
It made sense. Even if a college student in his twenties had started learning from the womb, at most, he could become an expert in one field. How could he create epoch-making works in so many fields?
There must be a huge conspiracy here...
Dr. Fuqi wasn't very interested in these political intricacies. Finding that there was nothing for him, he waved his sleeves and said, "Mr. President, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
"Alright, alright," the President replied absentmindedly as a courtesy, "Thank you for your trouble, Dr. Fuqi! Smith, escort the Doctor out."
Smith Lunen hurried over, held Dr. Fuqi's arm, and helped him walk out.
As Dr. Fuqi walked with Smith Lunen, he suddenly turned back halfway.
"Oh, right. Mr. President, if the experimental data is correct, this drug from Dragon Country can replace most medications and permanently cure many diseases. Please do not allow it in!"
After spending more than twenty minutes finally seeing Dr. Fuqi back to his laboratory, Smith Lunen ran back to his office. As soon as he entered, he saw the President using a shredder to destroy documents.
He quietly leaned over to take a look and found that the documents were for the Meteorite Plan, which they had just formulated not long ago.
After quickly stopping his speech, Smith Lunen cautiously asked, "Mr. President, by destroying the plan, do you mean we won't act against Jing Mingqiu?"
"We will act, of course, we will act!" The President threw the last document into the shredder and patted the paper dust off his hands. "Dragon Country wants to probe the strength of the United States. Coincidentally, I also want to test their mettle!"
Smith Lunen carefully pointed at the shredder, "But, Mr. President, you just destroyed the plan. According to your instructions, to ensure that intelligence is not leaked, we only made one copy of this plan..."
"Acting doesn't necessarily mean *we* have to act!" A deep killing intent flashed in the President's eyes. "I'm not an idiot who would jump into a trap even if I knew it was one."
"Dragon Country has an old saying, 'Fling a stone to gauge the situation'! Smith, aren't those shorties from Sakura Country being quite active lately? This great task will be assigned to them!"
Three days later, deep in the Taklamakan Desert, after the reconnaissance planes roaring overhead had passed, a group of people in yellow camouflage uniforms poked their heads out of sand dunes one by one.
This group was the Sakura Country special forces who had secretly infiltrated Dragon Country at the instigation of the United States.
Inside the special forces unit, a bald man spat twice forcefully, spitting out the sand in his mouth. He chattered in a foreign tongue, complaining loudly.
"Pah! Ambushing Jing Mingqiu in the desert, whose damn idea was this! The fighter jets fly so high, and with these two broken guns and a few rocket launchers we have, we can't even reach them. How are we supposed to fight!"
The others, hearing this, also started complaining.
Seeing the morale of his subordinates waver, the captain quickly appeased them. "Gentlemen, under normal circumstances, we wouldn't be able to hit them."
"However, this fellow named Jing Mingqiu, relying on his high-tech mecha, doesn't like to land with the aircraft. He prefers to parachute in advance, which gives us an opportunity to strike."
"Sir," the bald man's eyes rolled, and he raised a new question, "Are the things those politicians from the United States gave us reliable! I heard that the mecha Jing Mingqiu wears is specially made and thicker than tank armor!"
"No matter how thick his armor is, when hit by our electromagnetic interference bomb, it will become a pile of scrap metal. Then, we won't even need to act. Just falling from several hundred meters in the air will be enough for him! Not to mention that we also..."
He was interrupted mid-sentence by the roar of fighter jets in the sky again. Immediately after, two smaller black shadows jumped from the aircraft.
"The target is here, act!"
Jing Mingqiu was enjoying the sensation of speed brought by the wind on his face when the mecha's faceplate suddenly popped out. Immediately after, a sharp warning sound echoed in his ears.
"You have been locked by missiles!"
"You have been locked by missiles!"
"You have been locked by missiles!"