The rise of nanometers

At the same time that Wu Di, James and their group were taking a detour back to Tiba City.

Mark and Jefferson, who had been on leave for three days, finally spent three days eating, drinking and having fun, and it was time to return to the base to report.

Driving a pickup truck, Mark was chewing gum, and Jefferson was listening to music on headphones. The two returned to the Salt Sand Base with a leisurely expression.

Mark glanced at the sign at the entrance of the base: Great Salt Lake Desert KS25 Base.

In an instant, the bionic nanochip hidden behind his eyeballs seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus and entered the working state from the standby state.

In fact, the Intelligence Department has a clear understanding of the internal layout of the Yansha base, and has long relied on the data from the Shunfenger system to draw detailed internal architecture diagrams.

Simulation modeling technology was used to restore the real situation of the Yansha Base as much as possible through the conversations of internal personnel.

In fact, in the virtual training system of the Intelligence Department, there are highly restored modules of various bases of the Noah Society, which are mainly used for infiltration training.

The moment Mark and Jefferson stepped into the base, the bionic chip started working.

The two underwent a simple inspection, and then received a notice from the team leader, asking them to prepare. In three days, they will be tested for their loyalty.

Return to the dormitory at the base.

After Mark changed his uniform, he went to the training room and received unified training. Everything was as normal as before, with no sudden changes.

While listening to the lecture, he was writing notes. He subconsciously opened the next piece of white paper and was about to continue writing, but was shocked by the content in front of him.

On the white paper that should have been flawless, there was now a line of English written on it:

[Mark, don’t make any noise or be surprised. I am Aiken Hanke, the person in charge of the base. Now I need your help. If you agree, we will chat in A25 in the reading room at noon. Remember to bring your class notes. ]

What?

How is this going?

While Mark forced himself to calm down, he glanced around secretly. There was nothing unusual about anyone else.

He frowned and stared at the words on the paper, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. It was simply inexplicable why the head of the base, Aiken Hank, came to him, and in this way.

At this moment, the words on the white paper began to fade little by little, and in less than twenty minutes, they completely disappeared without a trace.

This situation made Mark even more worried.

Although he is an ordinary investigator, he tends to be red-necked and can barely be considered a member of the same faction as the military-industrialist Aiken Hank.

Although he suspected it was a conspiracy, he had no good solution now. Even if he wanted to report it, there was no evidence.

What's more, Mark is not a fool, he doesn't want to commit suicide.

After the training session in the morning, Mark packed up his things and went to the cafeteria to eat. He was thinking about the other party's intentions all the way.

"What are you thinking about? Could it be that sweetheart last night." Jefferson patted him on the shoulder and showed a lewd smile.

Mark shook his head, and then asked in a low voice: "Jefferson, have you seen anything strange in the class notes?"

"What? What's weird?" Jefferson was confused.

Mark saw that there was nothing unusual about the other person's expression, so he changed the topic: "I mean special precautions, forget it, I will go to the reading room to check the information at noon, and then go to eat."

"OK." Jefferson didn't ask anything, and the two walked together.

After lunch.

Mark took his class notes with him and came to the A25 area of ​​the base reading room, which was filled with various books related to information science.

But he waited around and didn't find Aikenhank's figure. He thought he was being let go, but suddenly he stopped.

Opening the class notes and looking through the blank pages carefully, he soon saw the answer.

[Third row of A25, "Intelligence Case Collection\