"Well, actually it's not." Golov shook his head and quickly explained, "Sir, that was actually stopped by one of our own people, not the enemy."
"One of our own?" The man couldn't help but frown, stared at Golov and said, "What's going on? Tell me clearly, who is causing trouble? Is it Foehn Feng?"
"It's not Chief Foehn, sir, it's the people above." Golov said nervously, pointing towards the top of his head.
"Above?" The man glanced upward, a little stunned, "The Kingdom of God?"
"Yes, it was the people from the Kingdom of God who prevented Lichikafu from being resurrected."
"reason?"
"They said that Chekhov's soul was not completely broken, or that although it was broken, it had the ability to be repaired." Golov said, "They are now repairing Chekhov's soul. When they are ready to repair it, let Chekhov Kraft was perfectly resurrected. Therefore, the resurrection of Chekraft's replica was aborted."
The man fell into silence after hearing this, and thought quietly for a while: "How did Chikafu do it? The people in heaven personally helped him to resurrect perfectly? Even if it was not done by the true god, it was not something he could do with a blue ring. What does it matter to him, he has many divine relatives?”
"I heard that Chekhov is indeed related to some people in the Kingdom of God. After all, he can get the power of the angel Gabriel." Golov whispered.
"Well, it seems that he is more capable than I thought." The man said.
Golov's eyes flashed and he said: "Sir, according to what the people above said, Chekhov's soul is difficult to repair. They have been repairing it for more than two months before, and it will take more than three months or even more to repair it next. It would take four months to succeed—after all, it would not be the true God personally taking action, so the efficiency would be relatively low.
And even so, Chekafu will have to consume all the gods. In other words, Chikafu can only exist in heaven as a soul in the end, and there is still a big gap between him and his perfect resurrection. "
"What exactly does Chekhov want to do?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Does he want to stay in the Kingdom of God directly, or does he want to return to the organization?"
"I don't know." Golov replied, "The people above didn't say."
"Okay." The man thought for a while and made a decision, "Let Chikafu's soul be repaired and communicate with me immediately. I want to find out what he thinks."
"yes."
"Go down."
"Yes, sir."
Golov retreated respectfully and retreated to the door, showing a somewhat annoyed expression.
"A dead person is not safe, it's true."
Golov whispered and left with a sullen face.
Inside the door, the man sat on a bone chair, lost in thought.
After a long while, he shook his head and started browsing the files again.
…
Richard didn't know what happened at the headquarters of the Truth Society, but he had always been vigilant about the ancient tree species tinwood.
Ximu's suggestion of "keeping the Garden of Eden open" could indeed save him a lot of time, but after accepting it, he suspected that Ximu had ulterior motives and might be planning to take the opportunity to do something.
Therefore, in the following days, he paid great attention to Ximu to prevent him from causing trouble. Basically, he stayed at residence No. 1248 in Pompeii Town. Even if he went out, he always came back as soon as possible.
However, Ximu has always been honest and showed no signs of getting into trouble.
Although he was confused, he did not lower his vigilance, but he also did not let Ximu involve too much energy. He just keeps doing things according to his own plan and advancing the progress of nuclear weapons research and manufacturing plans.
Time passes day after day.
…
Shambala Mine.
In a newly built camp, many people sat around the table in a spacious conference room.
Sitting at one end of the table is Waltz, the nominal owner of the mine. On the left and right sides are some of the middle and high-level managers of the mine, such as Didak, the brawny man in charge of demolition, Hua Wen, the short man in charge of management, and the ore preliminary Fatty Faith, who was in charge, Terrence, who was in charge of factory manufacturing, etc., were all talking about the problems they encountered at this time.
"There have been a lot of injuries in our demolition team recently, and what the new ones are, one of them actually lit a fire mine and burned his hand. I was so angry that I fired him directly." Didak complained, "If this continues, it will inevitably happen. It reduces mining efficiency, so our demolition team must expand again.”
"I will naturally fully support the expansion. The miners can let you choose as much as you want." Hua Wen said, then scratched the yellow hair on his head, pursed his lips and said, "The only problem is, I don’t have enough people either. You picked away the miners, and I need others to fill the gap, otherwise there will be problems with the operation of the mine."
"I don't care if there are any problems with the operation of the mine, but if I continue, my ore processing work must slow down." Fatty Faith said, "The workers have been reacting. The workload has been increasing recently. Three I’m so exhausted from every shift that I have to work in four shifts. But in four shifts, there are definitely not enough people, so I have to slow down.”
"My factory is better than yours." Terrence said, "Fire mines and other tools can be produced as usual, but workers cannot grow a third hand. Production is done as fast as possible. The only things produced every day are There are so many, either train new people to increase production, or shut up and stop rushing me every day.”
…
After everyone finished speaking, they all looked at Waltz.
Waltz sighed and said: "I know everything you said. It seems that there is only one way to solve it."
"Recruiting people." Everyone answered in unison.
"Okay, let's continue recruiting people." Waltz decided.
…
Soon, more people flocked to the Shambhala Mine, and the efficiency of the mine increased again.
Amidst the explosion, piles of ore were mined and quickly transported to the factory below the mountain for processing using the rail mine. After processing, they are packed into boxes and shipped everywhere. Most of them are shipped to the place where they are sold, and some are shipped to Blue Lake Manor.
…
In the night, a convoy entered the Blue Lake Manor and unloaded heavy metal boxes one by one.
Each box was a standard length of ninety-five centimeters wide and filled with mineral powder. Under the command of the housekeeper Gallie, these were sent to the manor's underground warehouse for storage.
After unloading, the convoy left. After a while, Richard hurried back under the darkness.
After Richard returned to the manor, he didn't stay much. After listening to Gallie's report, he put all the mineral powder in the underground warehouse into the space iron ring and took it to Pompeii.
Town of Pompeii, ground floor of residence No. 1248.
In the Garden of Eden.
Richard poured the ore powder into the nuclear raw material purification line and started operating it. As the machine roared, the nuclear raw material uranium-235 was purified bit by bit.
In this way, day after day passed, and time kept passing.
In the blink of an eye, it was three months later.
Richard added mineral powder to the assembly line again, and uranium-235 continued to be generated.
After all the ore powder was consumed, Richard put the newly generated uranium-235 on a disk and weighed it, his eyes shining brightly.
"It's finally done." Richard took a breath and said slowly.
Yes, it was finally completed. After working hard for so long and encountering endless obstacles and troubles, he finally got enough nuclear raw materials to successfully manufacture nuclear weapons.
finally! finally!