Chapter 1420 Hidden Dangers in the Future

It was raining heavily on the dilapidated and narrow streets, and a group of special forces in black combat uniforms were lurking behind the rain, quietly waiting for the appearance of their prey.

This is Mogadisha, the capital of Somalia.

Since the operation three years ago, this area has been brought into the sphere of influence by Hua Guo.

With the intervention of Chinese forces in the regional situation, militants and extremist forces entrenched in the northwest region have withdrawn to central Africa, and with the departure of those vultures, this world-famous chaotic city is also rare. ushered in the dawn of order.

However, poverty, backwardness, and ignorance are always the best breeding grounds for violence and terror. Just as light and darkness are always in a balance of ebb and flow, violence and bloodshed have never really left here, but have turned from the bright side to the underground...

Like the rainwater pouring down the slope into the sewer.

In the distance, a car light passed through the rain curtain, drawing a long and narrow silhouette in the night.

As if avoiding something, an old Ford car slammed on the brakes and stopped on the side of the road. The car door was pushed open suddenly, and the two black young men sitting in the car pulled down their hat brims, got out of the car in a hurry, ran to the door of the old apartment on the side, and banged the door with their fists.

"Open the door! Quick!"

Soon, the rusty iron door pushed a small piece of iron outward. After confirming the identities of the two people outside the door, the iron door was completely opened and the two people outside the door were let in.

The rain from the sky seemed to be suddenly heavy, and the sound of hitting the ground became more shrill, like a baby crying.

The sound of boots stepping on the concrete road, silently slid through the puddles on the street, and silent figures with rifles raised leveled one after another came out of the rain curtain like sharp knives, surrounding the Ford car and the apartment building next to it .

For a moment, the originally empty street seemed to be crowded.

In the darkness, the person in the lead waved his hand and made a neat gesture.

Then there was the sound of glass shattering.

With a dazzling flash and a deafening roar, the rusty iron door was blasted and flew inward.

The special forces waiting at the door filed in, and with a few clean gunshots, the silence of the night sky was completely broken. Together with the flames that pierced the darkness from time to time, weaved a symphony of death in this rainy night .

Residents nearby huddled in their homes, pulling the windows tightly.

No one dared to stick their heads out, let alone take a glance at the street, for fear of seeing something they shouldn't see, which would cause a disaster of killing people.

The fight didn't last long.

When the last militant who resisted was lying in a pool of blood, Wang Peng neatly inserted the pistol into his tactical belt, stepped over the body expressionlessly, and walked towards the messy office.

It can be seen that after being attacked, these people thought about destroying the evidence.

However, they were still a step too late, and they were wiped out before they even had time to react.

After carefully groping on the desk for a while, Wang Peng skillfully removed the booby traps and lead wires hidden under the drawer, and then, relying on the power of the exoskeleton, directly opened the locked drawer violently.

There was a loud click, and the entire torn drawer was thrown on the table. Wang Peng reached out and searched inside, and soon found something that looked like a mission briefing.

All information including mission objectives, weapons used, and the number of people involved in the operation are recorded on it.

Through these intelligences, they not only thwarted an attack that had not yet happened, but also brought an end to the bombing that occurred in Manila a few months ago.

"The evidence is all here... It has been confirmed that they are the murderers of the Manila bombing."

Standing next to Wang Peng was the partner arranged for him by the organization in this operation. His name was Chen Tao, and he was a young man in his mid-twenties.

Looking at the mission briefing in his hand, Chen Tao couldn't help but said.

"...Damn it, why would they do that?"

"Maybe it is to prevent the Shanghai-Shanghai Economic Cooperation Conference to be held in Manila and the pan-Asian economic integration agreement that will be promoted at the conference."

Wang Peng is not clear about the specific situation. He only heard that the Pan-Asian Economic Integration Agreement is very important to the countries in East Asia. It is closely related to a series of cross-regional cooperation including cross-regional power grids and transnational maglev tunnels. connected.

"However, this is a little unreasonable... Only the Yankees can commit such a big case under our noses, but now their relationship with us is in the honeymoon period, and there is absolutely no need to take such a big risk."

"Not necessarily a Yankee."

Even if it is, he doesn't think it's strange.

"You mean...the remnants of a group of Somali pirates caught us off guard on the streets of Manila?"

"No, I don't mean to say that they did these things of their own volition, but that someone else provided assistance to them... It reminds me of the robbery three years ago. If it wasn't The Orbital Airborne Brigade is on full alert, and with only the support of the British Secret Service, they may have succeeded."

From the bottom of the drawer, he took out a notebook made of cowhide, and Wang Peng told him to take it in his hand and flip through it casually.

Soon, his brows furrowed.

"...I might have found it."

"This is?"

"A 'missionary manual'...but it's not a native Somali religion," Wang Peng frowned as he looked at the familiar symbol.

Universal Spirit Foundation.

Didn't expect to see this name here.

Turning over two pages of this notebook, he suddenly found that a torn newspaper was sandwiched between one of the pages.

"...the hypothesis of four-dimensional space debris in Martian relics."

Looking at the inexplicable headline and the weird formulas embedded in the text, Wang Peng gradually began to realize that the secret behind it might be far more complicated than he imagined...

"I'm going back to China tomorrow."

"You want to go back to China?" Chen Tao was stunned for a moment, looked at him and said, "What about the rest of the work?"

Wang Peng reached out and patted his shoulder.

"give it to you."

...

two years ago.

Since the disaster on Mars, Wang Peng was transferred back to Earth from the Mars scientific research base.

The organization did not punish Academician Lu for his death. After all, in the face of a disaster of that level, personal strength is always small.

He has done his best to bring back Academician Lu's relics. However, even if no one blames him, the deep self-blame is still lingering in his heart. Even after two years, he still hasn't come out of that disaster...

The office of a certain bureau of national security.

Pushing open the door, Wang Peng walked in.

"Director Yang, are you looking for me?"

"That's right." Director Yang sat up straight from the office chair, and threw the document he had just read on the desk, "The source of that newspaper has been found... This thing is not a newspaper at all, but It was ripped out of an academic journal."

Picking up the document from the desk, Wang Peng frowned and looked through everything inside.

After a long time, he gave a comment.

"……interesting."

The background of this academic journal is not small, it is one of the three major academic journals today - "Nature".

And the note that was torn off was the research results that were highlighted on the cover of the issue published last month by "Nature".

To put it simply, Professor Aubrey and Professor Schultz claimed in the study that the earthquake that occurred on Mars two years ago was not caused by geological movement.

The real reason is that the collapse of the four-dimensional space fragments led to the restoration of the distorted space and position, thus triggering the structural collapse of the entire ruins.

It's like a building whose load-bearing walls have been smashed.

Although it sounds a bit of a mouthful, they finally proved this theoretically through some samples collected from the remains of Mars, and based on their subjective feelings and mathematical inferences.

Because this paper looks a bit unbelievable, it has caused a lot of controversy in the academic circle.

Perhaps for the purpose of hoping that this matter will trigger a greater discussion, "Nature" quoted this research result and marked it with the highlight label.

Seeing the unexpected expression on Wang Peng's face, Director Yang continued.

"You should be familiar with the identities of Professor Aubrey and Professor Schultz. They participated in a diplomatic mission to Mars two years ago and survived the disaster."

Wang Peng nodded.

"I have an impression."

Director Yang continued, "According to their recently published paper and their elaboration on the existence of four-dimensional space debris, our intelligence personnel have drawn inferences after consulting relevant experts."

"In the remains of Martian civilization, there should be some kind of special mechanism. It is a technology that human civilization—that is, all of us, does not understand. This technology is powerful enough to affect the space around us. And even the dimension itself."

"Under the influence of that four-dimensional space debris, they were trapped in a circular space, like hamsters on wheels."

After listening to the superior's statement, Wang Peng opened his mouth in a little surprise, and after a moment of silence, he gave his own evaluation.

"It sounds a bit like a sci-fi movie."

"It's true, but this is the most likely explanation so far. There used to be a civilization on Mars that was far more powerful than ours. Their technology was unprecedentedly advanced, and that ruin is the evidence."

Looking at Director Yang who hesitated to speak, Wang Peng spoke.

"Come on, what do you need me to do?"

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Director Yang, who was sitting behind the desk, seemed to hesitate for a while, but in the end, he still made a decision.

"Leaving aside the Cosmic Spirit Foundation, which we have been investigating for more than two years but still have no clue, and why they are eyeing the ruins of Mars, what really interests me is that the technology buried there may have a significant impact on the current international situation. What a disruptive impact."

"You should know why we have our current international status. And if we lose our technological advantage, what will we face."

Wang Peng nodded, expressing his understanding.

Staring at him closely, Director Yang continued.

"At present, the depth of our excavation of the ruins of Hell's Gate is only 50 meters. With the existing technical means and the wired conditions on Mars, it is impossible to continue digging down. We want to dig the artificial tunnel down to 1-3 meters." Kilometers deep, not to mention ten or twenty years, may not be possible in this century.”

"However, no one can guarantee that when we have enough ability to excavate the ruins, our system and execution will still be the same as today, and we will pay as much attention to this matter as today, and be alert to potential threats. "

"People are forgetful, let alone a few generations away."

"Unless there is a comrade who is loyal enough, keeps the mission in mind, is good at learning, and has strong executive power to remind our compatriots."

As he said that, Director Yang looked at Wang Peng with a trace of approval in his eyes.

"Your loyalty is obvious to all, and you are the only one I can trust."

"For the sake of the future of the Republic, I need you to perform a task."

"……you mean."

Looking at that expression, Wang Peng had vaguely guessed what Director Yang wanted him to do.

Looking at him solemnly, Director Yang nodded.

"Looks like you've guessed it."

"Yes, I want you to go to the future."

...

Princeton.

In the activity room of the library, cheers erupted.

It wasn't until the sound of the librarian slamming on the door was heard that the cheers died down.

"This is definitely a miracle in the history of economics, sociology, human behavior... and even physics and mathematics!" Professor Albert, who was standing by the table, cheered in a low voice, unable to hide the excitement in his tone.

On the computer screen, the 40-page formula has been compiled into a beautiful programming language.

The exquisite parameters are like finely crafted gears, which constitute a huge machine under the control of formulas corresponding to human social behavior and economic activities.

It is the acme of big data theory!

At the same time, the scale of the sample is also unprecedented!

It took them 4 years to complete this great project, and now it's finally time to test their results.

With fiery eyes, Professor Krugman, who has always been prudent, couldn't help but gear up and said impatiently.

"Hurry up and try it, I can't wait."

"Wait a minute, I've already applied for supercomputing permission, and it will be OK soon..."

The program import didn't take much time.

Because the pre-preparation has almost been completed, the rest only needs to import the sample parameters they collected one by one, and then use the computing power of the supercomputer to solve this complex equation, and then they can get what they want. the result of.

Without waiting too long, they successfully obtained the original data in just one hour.

With the joint efforts of the two, it took a whole day, and they finally finished sorting out the data.

However, something unexpected happened.

However, after seeing this result, both Albert and Professor Krugman had strange expressions on their faces.

The silence lasted about ten minutes.

In the end, it was Albert who broke the silence first, speaking in an uncertain tone.

"... Is there something wrong?"

"Impossible," said Professor Krugman, who pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and was extremely confident in his research results, without hesitation, "From a computational point of view, our results are extremely correct... Although As far as the results are concerned, there may be some differences from the results we imagined."

ε represents the growth rate of technological development, and is associated with λ representing the gross domestic product, as well as the urbanization rate, education index, Gini coefficient, etc. of major countries.

According to their calculation results.

If the current trend continues, the technological development speed of human civilization will reach its peak in the 1950s, and then fall rapidly in the second half of the 21st century. In the end, many positive indicators will fall to the bottom, and the corresponding social The development stagnates, which leads to a serious global economic crisis.

Not only that, in the second half of the 21st century, the global political situation will also usher in a great change.

And this revolution will change the lives of all people on the planet...

In short, the situation is quite pessimistic.

Swallowing with difficulty, Professor Albert whispered.

"...Honestly, I'm intimidated by the results of our research."

Professor Krugman nodded solemnly, the expression on his face was not much better.

"We should publish this result and find ways to expand its influence. At least, give some warnings to future people..."

"I doubt it, is this really useful?" Albert looked at Professor Krugman, "Once a big trend is formed, it is almost irreversible unless there are variables that no one can predict."

After a moment of silence, Professor Krugman sighed softly.

"Whether it's useful or not..."

"We've got to try."

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