Chapter 550: The Mysterious "Area 900"

The night was shrouded in darkness, and the swaying lights of the bar not far from the expert village of Tianwan Nuclear Power Plant were mixed with heavy metal music and the smell of beer foam.

As the largest technical and economic cooperation project between Huaguo and Russia so far, besides Huaguo's own engineers, Tianwan Nuclear Power Plant also has many nuclear power experts from Russia living in the expert village.

Usually at this time, these foreign employees would come here to relax.

In contrast, the Chinese themselves seldom patronize here.

Sitting on the edge of the bar, Georgi was slightly drunk, dangling his glass and chatting with his colleagues.

"What do you think those Chinese people are doing?"

Since the troops went to this area and sealed off the preparatory site of the third phase of the project, the area a few kilometers away from them seemed to have disappeared from the map, and the ongoing third phase of the project has also come to a standstill.

This series of actions is hard not to attract people's attention.

What are the Chinese doing there?

This problem has troubled all the foreigners working here, and it has become a rather topical matter.

However, the Huaguo engineers working here seem unwilling to talk about this issue.

As for ordinary employees, although they are as interested in what happened there as they are, they probably don't know as much as they do.

Sitting next to Georgi, Magsim said in an uncertain tone, "I heard it's nuclear fusion."

"Nuclear fusion?!" Georgi widened his eyes, took another sip of the spicy cocktail, and said with a smile, "Are you kidding? That's the site of the third phase of the project, they used it for controlled fusion experiment?"

Swirling the wine glass, Magsim had a slightly melancholy expression.

"It seems to be like this. I read their newspapers some time ago... They may have gone further in nuclear fusion technology than we imagined, and it may not be long before they will use it to generate electricity."

If the demonstration reactor is successful, there is probably no need to build the third phase of the project.

At that time, let alone the second-generation nuclear fission unit, even if it is the third-generation nuclear fission unit, they will not need it much.

And by that time, they too should go home.

To be honest, after working here for so long, Magsim still loves it here.

At this moment, a man with an Asian face sat next to them and spoke in proficient Russian.

"Are you Russian?"

Maxim raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "I have lived here for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen a Chinese who is so fluent in Russian."

"Really? It seems that we are destined," the man smiled slightly, and looked at the bartender. "Three glasses of White Russian, and two glasses for these two friends."

As he spoke, the man looked back at Magsim, smiling and showing his white teeth.

"We're friends from now on, right?"

Maxim looked at him strangely.

I always feel that something is wrong with him, but I can't tell what is wrong.

Seemingly seeing the doubt on his face, the man continued.

"Please don't be surprised, in fact, I am a reporter and I just want to interview you about something."

"Except for business secrets," Georgi hiccupped and grinned, "For the sake of this glass of wine, I can chat with you a few words."

The Asian man asked, "I heard that an army has been stationed in this area recently?"

Georgi touched the stubble on his chin: "It seems like half a month ago."

The man raised his eyebrows with interest, and continued to ask: "Half a month ago...do you know what they are doing?"

Georgi smiled and said, "Haha, that's a good question. We all want to know what they are doing there, why don't you go to them and ask and then tell me?"

"Then let me change the subject." As if he had expected such a result, the man smiled and continued to ask, "Have you heard the sound of an airplane recently?"

"Airplane? Why do you ask this thing?" Georgi froze for a moment, frowning and said, "I really don't seem to have noticed..."

However, at this moment, two men in civilian clothes walked out from the crowd and stood beside the man who claimed to be a reporter.

Feeling the pressure from the side, the face of the man who claimed to be a reporter changed slightly, and he was about to get up and run away, but seeing that his escape route was blocked, he pretended to be calm and put his body weight back under his ass. on the bench.

"I am a reporter from the Daily Mail, and here is my press card." Skillfully took out the press card in his pocket, the man handed it over to the man in casual clothes.

However, the man in casual clothes didn't even look at it, and said blankly: "We don't accept interviews here, please come with us."

The reporter's face changed, and he immediately protested: "Hey, you have no right to do this."

However, those two people did not talk nonsense with him, they expertly found and confiscated his recording equipment and the camera hidden on his collar, and then took him away without any explanation.

The heavy metal music continued to play, and the smell of alcohol anesthetized people's nerves.

It's as if no one noticed here at all, and everything is as if nothing happened.

Seeing the direction in which the man was being taken away, Magsim and Georgi looked at each other, stopped the previous topic in a tacit understanding, and stopped talking while drinking.

...

"Secret Nuclear Tests? Mysterious Area 900"

On Lu Zhou's desk was the latest issue of "Daily Mail".

Area 900 seems to be what the foreign media called this area, because this generation was blocked in September, and they didn't know the exact date, so they wrote it as 00.

Since the start of the nuclear fusion demonstration reactor project, a large number of journalists have gathered in this small town.

Some of them are real reporters, and some are disguised by foreign intelligence personnel. Lu Zhou also occasionally heard from Wang Peng that Guoan has caught many spies here recently.

So far, the state has done a good job in keeping secrets. Although there have been people poking around, no "miscellaneous personnel" have touched this area to interfere with the experiment.

However, it is precisely the sense of mystery generated by this news vacuum that creates space for foreign media to use their imagination.

Under the deliberate exaggeration of the Western media, the STAR-2 demonstration reactor project has almost been portrayed as a "Huaguo version of the Manhattan Project".

To be honest, Lu Zhou was actually quite disappointed.

The reason why he asked people to collect these newspapers for him was mainly to understand the latest trends in the field of controllable fusion in the world, but in the end, most of the movements he saw were made by himself.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Lu Zhou, who was sitting behind the desk, said, "I plan to go back to Jinling. There is a very important research waiting for me there."

Wang Peng: "Are you in a hurry?"

Lu Zhou thought for a while and said, "The sooner the better, it's best to leave today."

Wang Peng immediately showed a serious expression and said, "Okay, I will arrange it for you immediately."

Lu Zhou nodded.

"Well, I leave it to you."

Wang Peng is quite at ease in doing things, at least in terms of travel, he has never been disappointed.

After handing over the matter of buying tickets to him, Lu Zhou didn't pay attention to it anymore and continued to deal with the work at hand.

About an hour later, his cell phone rang suddenly.

"The transportation has been prepared for you, and you can start now. Do you think you need to go home to pack your luggage? If necessary, I will drive you there."

So fast?

Lu Zhou's expression was slightly surprised, but he didn't take it seriously.

"No need, I don't have anything to bring with me here, and I'm only going back for a few days. Just wait for me at the gate of the base."

After speaking, Lu Zhou hung up the phone, stuffed the phone back into his pocket, then picked up a few printed documents from the table that he wanted to see recently, put them in his computer bag, and held them together in his hands.

When walking outside the base, Lu Zhou thought that Wang Peng had prepared the nearest train ticket for him.

Unexpectedly, when he passed by the side of the construction site and came outside the base, he raised his eyes and saw an army green light helicopter parked steadily in the open space, with the propeller on top whistling like lightning.

Glancing at the helicopter, and then at Wang Peng who was walking towards him saying hello, Lu Zhou stood there with his computer bag in his hands, with a speechless expression on his face.

"This is the fastest means of transportation." Walking to Lu Zhou, Wang Peng, whose hair was blown upside down, smiled embarrassedly: "By the way, that...you don't get airsick, do you?"

Lu Zhou: "..."