Noah saw Su Wen coming.

His eyes lit up.

at the same time.

Su Wen and Angelia also carried several bags in their hands:

"Peanut bacon sandwich and ham sandwich.

You can take whatever you want to eat.

Everyone also has a can of milk. Mr. Foster, I suggest you help heat it up.

I have to say that it was indeed a bit too cold in the early morning in Moscow.”

Su Wen placed the bag at the entrance to the secret door before heading inside.

The house is already filled with drawings and there is no place to stay.

Angelia followed him and also changed into a beautiful white leather jacket.

Simpson quickly grabbed a sandwich.

He is the most positive about this kind of thing.

And Frank was still staring at the big screen in Tromso with his bloodshot eyes.

"Frank, where is the plan stuck now?"

"The injector of the God gene must understand the key timing points of the entire plan.

Only by using the only moment of clarity of one's own mind can one determine and synchronize the location of the miracle's arrival at the Klein bottle space point.

But this notebook contains only preliminary experimental records.

Now the time node determined by the Russian Federation Space Agency is estimated to have completely changed."

He said helplessly:

"It's not just those stupid EU leaders.

Because of shortsightedness.

Economic sanctions were initiated.

This led to the announcement by Mitry Rogozin, the head of the Russian Federal Space Agency (rosos), in response to EU sanctions on Russia.

Russia will suspend space launch cooperation with the European Space Agency at the space center in French Guiana.

It is impossible for us to obtain data through formal channels.”

Hear this.

Su Wen smiled:

"The termination of the cooperation relationship with RKA has indeed affected the EU's acquisition of data for the 'Planetary Orbital Deflection Point' project.

but.

What I want to tell you now is exactly this plan."

He handed the ham sandwiches to Frank and Mr. Foster.

then.

The handsome deacon threw a USB flash drive to Simpson:

“Roscosmos’ plan has three fatal flaws:

1. Whether the subjects of the God gene can complete the prayer consciousness in the only moment of wakefulness after the injection.

2. Even if the prayer succeeds.

If there is a slight deviation in the position of the same point, the entire Klein bottle plan will collapse and break again from two dimensions.

Like a Möbius strip being torn apart.

3. Even if the above two steps are completed, can the spacecraft carrying the Tiantian Mountain debris be perfectly orbited?"

“There are indeed many problems.

So, Mr. Kevin, what do you need us to do?”

Foster asked.

"Plug in the USB drive."

Simpson did so.

at the same time.

The pale blue map of Russian Siberia that emerged in three-dimensional form also caught their eyes.

Su Wen pointed to the key points and said one by one:

"If you want to believe me.

Simpson, tomorrow, I want you to hack into the global broadcast and put the mental filter on as a layer protector.

Foster, Noah and Danai.

You have to help me catch three cultists who believe in 'Lalaya, Lord of the Deep Sea' today.

As for Mr. Frank.

I have here a preliminary design drawing of a ground receiving device.

I need you to help me improve the model by assisting me in using the Tromso supercomputer.”

"Mr. Kevin, how sure are you of this plan?"

"50%."

Su Wen gave a conservative value.

Hear this.

Mr. Foster almost knocked over the tray of cups of milk in his hand:

“The success rate is much higher than that of the Russian Federal Space Agency’s experiment.

Done!"

Everyone took action.

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that's all.

Time passed little by little.

Fourteen hours later.

Late night enveloped everything again.

Inside Christopher Manor.

Only the left side of the third floor is still lit.

This is a room with a distinctly Nordic style.

The room seemed a little empty.

The jumping flames in the red brick fireplace made a soft sound of "beep, beep".

That's the sound the coniferous trees make when they split.

A piece of white polar bear skin is pressed under the brown square solid wood coffee table.

Its huge head faced the fireplace.

With his mouth open and sharp teeth exposed, he looked at the dancing flames with his round black eyes.

Duke Leander was sitting across from the sofa. There was a slightly yellow letter illuminated by the firelight on the solid wood coffee table.

There is also a suitcase next to the table.

A cigar was lit in his hand.

Then he calmly said to the housekeeper standing in the shadow of the door:

"Tomorrow, give this letter and this suitcase to Angelia."

"I understand, Mr. Duke."

The old housekeeper said hoarsely.

But after hearing these words, Leander raised his hand slightly:

"start from tomorrow.

I should no longer be a Duke."

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To be continued...