Chapter 106: The Nobel Prize Really Doesn

“What? Me?”

Lin Ran, who worked at the Red Stone Base, really didn’t want to be interrupted by such trivial matters again.

Traveling thousands of miles to Geneva.

And specifically requested by the Soviets.

This isn’t a good thing.

Just because there was no accident last time doesn’t mean there won’t be one this time.

“That’s right—they specifically demanded you attend, even if I went wouldn’t do. Probably Kolokolov’s idea or someone else’s,” Lin Deng said.

The icy bracelet clasped around his wrist, the gems suddenly glowing vividly as if infused with life, shimmering with radiant hues under the candlelight. For some reason, this ancient bracelet gave him a sense of familiarity—perhaps it was just a matter of first sight.

Han Jun didn’t want to serve as an interviewer; he didn’t want his personal bias to interfere with the personnel department’s work.

With a heavy crash, beneath Lady Rong’s stunned gaze, the wall suddenly collapsed.

Shi Feixuan drifted away, her immortal aura fading into the distance; a faint trace of death still lingered nearby, endless and unceasing.

Cao Shuo treasured this discovery—the high-ranking defector had just fled to Liaodong; his roots in Goguryeo had not yet been purged by the new king, and if used properly, he could incite internal chaos in Goguryeo, yielding twice the results with half the effort.

Although Liu Yan’s soldiers were all brave, their coordination was poor; caught in a combined assault by Zhang Yi and Zhuo Ying, they were swiftly split and surrounded. Liu Yan watched this scene coldly, making no effort to organize a breakout.

“Mi Xue!” Zou Chuan’s amplified voice rang out, harsh and commanding, jolting Mi Xue awake. She immediately summoned a demonic wind, her body shifting into a wisp of blue smoke that climbed onto the mech.

After pacification, it was time to reward merit. In truth, it was simple: set a clear goal, offer your followers some benefits, and don’t forget to fulfill your promises.

“We’ll always be with you…” Qiu He and Yi Fei’s words echoed again in his ears; his nose prickled, and a single tear fell.

The news from the phone, however, was grim: they had acted too late and couldn’t arrive at the scene in time.

“What did General Luo just say?” Su Muyan tilted her head, staring at Xue Xuan in disbelief.

Especially when he looked at him, Qin Kuang felt as if he had been stripped bare, with not a single secret left.

The coffin stood there, like an ancient, unchanging relic. The tradition of being raided every ten years had been broken—this time, the spiritual storm appeared too soon after the last, and its power was too great. The bone beasts and flesh-reborn creatures hesitated, unsure whether to launch another assault on the central treasure site.

Shang Qian stopped pressing the question and turned her head aside, as if deep in thought; I was even more confused.

The two master artifact-crafters wanted to cry, wishing time could reverse—they would have absolutely controlled their emotions and their mouths.

The other soldiers remained hesitant, their hearts filled with anxiety and dread, the pain of lost loved ones and uncertainty, the agony of impossible choices—all complex emotions etched onto their sorrowful faces.

Gu Jingchen leaned over and kissed Su Ning’s lips again. It was good that Su Xincheng, Xu Sheng, and Xu Bai weren’t here—he could kiss Ningning without restraint.

Huang Wanyu, Baihu, Pan Conglong, and Lin Feifei boarded the aircraft and headed straight for the Wu Mountain Gorge.

In contrast, Xue Xuan had been brimming with murderous intent a moment ago, but now his face wore a warm smile, as soothing as spring breeze.

The gloom of these past days had long stoked a fire in Zhang Zheng’s heart; his original plan had been to delay as long as possible—he believed that when the war turned critical, they would inevitably need him.

The enemy on the front line had been completely eliminated; smoke and dust began to settle. This situation was immediately identified by the forward command node and transmitted to the battlefield monitoring network.

The leaders from Beijing, the university’s senior party officials, the president, the college’s senior party officials, the dean, and several professors—all received confident nods and handshakes from Shen Ping, after which they all proceeded to take their seats in the front row of the auditorium.