Chapter 100: Strategic Concept

My mission is to help America gain an advantage in the space race; interviews must not interfere with this mission.

Moreover, during my meeting with Korolev, he expressed approval of my space station plan; I believe the Soviets will also advance their own space station program, so I recommend we make a choice between lunar landing and space station development.

Lin Ran did not directly answer Kennedy’s suggestion about more interviews, but instead shifted the topic to the space race.

Of the eighteen relics, only one remains unopened; Zhang Hao is no longer anxious, for he now knows the final relic cannot be unlocked by soul power alone—only if he advances to the next realm might he succeed.

“Get out of the way!!!” Long Yuqing radiated a savage aura. Behind her, the massive pipe organ shuddered violently, playing a deafening apocalypse-level melody, while the rising microphones amplified her voice manyfold—this combined sonic wave carried her fury and inflicted greater destruction.

Though slightly more modest than the surrounding Shenzong buildings, it still exuded grandeur, radiating the wild, ferocious energy unique to the wilderness.

But today was simply too late—the experiment was about to begin; even the fastest speed could not produce the telescope before it started. Since it couldn’t be made now, we’ll wait until Wu Zetian returns to Chang’an, then present it to her as a grand gift to surprise her!

Qin Rui exhaled in relief, glad she had hidden her Demon Form. This casual outfit made her feel more at ease.

Xia Lu sighed heavily as he plopped down onto the soft cushion already prepared in the side room.

As for the bloodthirsty, cruel Deathwing Nethariel, there’s no need to elaborate—he certainly won’t spare them just because they offered him vast amounts of blood and essence; more likely, he’ll turn his attention to devouring the rest.

Qin Rui glared at the couple in the mirror, furious—they had no time left yet were still doting on each other! She slammed her palm against the mirror.

Though fewer than five hundred men remained, Yuan Fou still unhesitatingly ordered Gan Ning to lead the Mengchong Camp forward first, for whether Gan Ning could seize Qinglin Ferry would directly determine his survival—if the Mengchong Camp failed, Yuan Fou would surely die.

Xia Lu, as he spoke, revealed without reservation everything about Xin Huzi, the two items Old Madam had given him before arriving, and how the Young Master had switched them—all told to Xia Shixu.

He waited fifteen seconds as the Spirit of Death returned; thick black energy surged between them, intertwining as he healed the Spirit of Death.

Lu Zixuan’s parents turned pale, their faces dark as they stared at Chu Yun’s back, lost in thought.

I closed my mouth again; this overly sentimental mental state deserved a little sympathy.

Qin Yang turned and walked to the car, opened the door, yanked the three occupants out violently, threw them onto the ground, then removed their masks one by one.

“Sorry for the wait!” Xu Xiaofei smiled as she stepped out, carrying a box of phones straight into the store; Qin Yang followed behind, carrying another box.

Time passed; the outline grew clearer, and Chu Yun’s expression of shock intensified.

“This one—Old Wu specifically requested you to treat him; he refuses all other doctors. You’re probably the only one who can help him,” Director Ye stammered.

“Chu Yun, don’t push your luck too far!” Chu Chen exploded. This guy ran over Wu Jingting and still won’t let her go—he’s too arrogant.

Chu Yun immediately leapt out, but he dared not slacken his guard; after leaving Heishan, he instantly concealed his form and activated his movement technique, streaking forward at full speed.