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"Team Leader, are we really putting all our hopes on this person? Moreover, many of your previous actions have already violated relevant regulations. If the higher-ups find out, we will be in big trouble!" A somewhat frail young man with a feminine appearance followed Qian Jia into the headquarters building.
After Hu Ying's death, orders from above had been issued. Strangely, no personnel were reassigned to take over as team leader; instead, Qian Jia was promoted from within to succeed Hu Ying and continue overseeing the follow-up of Operation 132.
Qian Jia also found this appointment quite odd. Ever since the successful development of the new generation aircraft Kunpeng, the higher-ups had shown increased interest in Operation 132. In such circumstances, it would make sense to send down a capable team leader to continue this mission or transfer it to another task force. How could they promote her to take charge of such an important operation?
However, having accepted the appointment, Qian Jia was still very pleased. She felt she must carry on Hu Team Leader's wishes and complete this operation, showing those who mocked the Third Task Force and Hu Team Leader what they were capable of!
Qian Jia responded to Ouyang, who had recently been reassigned as deputy team leader: "In extraordinary times, we must use extraordinary measures. Don't underestimate him. You just arrived and aren't very familiar with this operation yet. You can go back and review the materials; you will understand why I am doing this."
"Okay, Team Leader. I will carefully review the materials when I return!"
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Bai Yujing kicked the side of the staircase and immediately saw it rotate, revealing a steel pull door. Bai Yujing placed her palm on it and scanned her iris before pulling the door open, revealing a staircase leading underground. She ran down; below was a basement resembling a vault.
This was the masterpiece introduced to Bai Yujing by Li Hao from a security systems company. After returning to the country, she sought them out, and they suggested constructing a basement for her situation. This basement was lined with steel plates on all sides, with ventilation holes only the size of pinholes and an independent power supply system.
On the side were specialized safes for confidential documents; if three incorrect password attempts were made or if there was a forced breach, a self-destruct mechanism would activate to destroy the documents inside. It was truly a masterpiece; once completed, this place became Bai Yujing's workspace.
As soon as Bai Yujing entered, the sensor lights turned on. The entire basement space wasn't large—about the size of an ordinary room—with various storage cabinets of different sizes along the side walls for keeping valuable items. In one corner of the back wall was the entrance to the staircase leading down, while next to it stood a bookshelf.
On either side were large workbenches, and against one wall next to the workbench was a whiteboard fixed to the wall. However, it wasn't just an ordinary whiteboard; it could flip over through a mechanism, revealing firearms and ammunition that Bai Yujing had acquired through various channels for emergencies.
Bai Yujing sat at the workbench and immediately poured out the Center from inside. To his surprise, a memory card came out with it. Bai Yujing quickly took a card reader and plugged it into the computer.
Bai Yujing opened it up and saw that it contained results and data obtained from Hu Ying's side. According to Hu Ying's research findings, the Center continuously emitted a special frequency of infrasound waves, which could only be detected by specialized instruments.
Bai Yujing immediately recalled the sound that only Li Hao and Lin Ruoqiao could hear before. Could it be this? Infrasound waves are not easily attenuated and are not readily absorbed by water or air. Certain fish and animals can sense these fluctuations and even use infrasound to communicate with each other.
Bai Yujing continued to read on. Based on this discovery, Hu Ying and the team used it as a breakthrough point, combining it with the constantly changing patterns within the Center to make a bold hypothesis: could the frequency of these infrasound waves be a kind of code? Only by deciphering this code could they locate the true position of Atlantis.
Bai Yujing immediately got to work, securing the Center onto a stand. Once the lights behind it were turned on, a pattern was projected onto the whiteboard—a circular ring about the size of a fist at the center, surrounded by numerous light spots moving like swimming fish.
Using the code analyzed by Hu Ying's team, Bai Yujing quickly captured an image of the projected visuals during a specific time frame, then uploaded it to the computer. He connected the dots between points, and a map immediately appeared.
However, it was not a large-scale map but rather one of a small area. Bai Yujing quickly imported it into a world map for comparison. After comparing for quite some time without any results, he felt puzzled—was there something wrong?
After hesitating for a moment, Bai Yujing decided to call Qian Jia. At that moment, Qian Jia had just arrived at her office. She was surprised that Bai Yujing contacted her so soon; it seemed her methods were effective—curiosity could indeed kill the cat!
When Qian Jia answered Bai Yujing's call, he could detect a hint of glee and pride in her words, which made him quite displeased.
"The final map we obtained is not a current one," Qian Jia explained. "Team Leader Hu was also very puzzled at first as to why we ended up with such an entirely mismatched map. I thought about this—it’s an ancient map from seven or eight million years ago. Due to plate movements and changes in terrain, there are significant differences compared to now."
At this point, Qian Jia still sounded somewhat smug: "We consulted some experts for analysis, and the final result indicated that this location should now be on a small island in the Pacific. However, it's very strange—we also went to this small island and searched the surrounding waters but found nothing!"
It turned out that Hu Ying's team had found Atlantis's address through such means; it was truly astonishing. If not revealed, who would have thought of this? Bai Yujing felt that if he relied solely on himself, he would have found it hard to come up with such an idea.
But the location is actually wrong? How is that possible? According to all the clues, the final result should be a map; how could there be an error? Could it be that the clues given by Center are incorrect? Why is that? Are they playing with me?
Bai Yujing thought for a moment but felt it was unlikely. After all, this was a clue left by the Fishman Tribe for their descendants to find Atlantis; they definitely wouldn't fabricate anything. The only possibility is that this method is not correct, and there are some hidden aspects that both he and Hu Ying have not considered.
It really is a big pit; this time Hu Ying has dug herself into it. However, Old Hu isn't at a loss either; dying under a peony flower is still romantic, though his reputation isn't very good.
Bai Yujing immediately asked on the phone, "Could it require some special method to reveal itself, like some function or effect of Center?"
Qian Jia quickly denied Bai Yujing's suggestion: "The surrounding area is completely naturally formed terrain, with no signs of human interference. If Atlantis really existed here, it definitely wouldn't leave no traces!"
"We currently know this much. If you have any progress or need help on your side, feel free to contact me. I will do my best to provide you with maximum assistance!" Qian Jia spoke as if Bai Yujing had already agreed to help her find Atlantis.
"I'm just curious; I haven't decided yet, so don't jump to conclusions!" Bai Yujing hung up the phone and once again focused his gaze on the top of Center.
This truly is a mysterious and beautiful thing. The secrets hidden behind it make people unable to resist pursuing it relentlessly.
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