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Chapter 524 Handover!

With all the laboratory lights on, sixteen monitoring screens covered an entire wall. Qin Xiao stood in front of the control panel and dragged the formation data of 108 Mo Bing units into his operating interface.

The system indicated that permission verification was successful.

Qin Xiao cracked his knuckles, then turned his head to look at Zhang Yan in the corner.

"Brother Yan, shall we start with the melee group?"

Zhang Yan leaned back in his chair, the tablet displaying the energy loop diagram of the Ink Soldiers.

"You have secondary control; proceed at your own pace."

Guan Xing sat behind the control panel on the other side, expanding the heart rate monitoring range to the entire area without interrupting.

Qin Xiao pressed the start button, and thirty-six ink soldiers formed a triangular formation on the virtual sandbox, pressing towards the simulated target at high speed.

"At a distance of 800 kilometers, the simulated target enters the firing range."

While observing the stars and reporting the numbers, Qin Xiao had already given the order.

"Melee group, full speed ahead, deploy your assault formation in two seconds."

Zhang Yan glanced at the screen; there was no notification.

The surprise attack formation requires a 0.8-second buffer. Qin Xiao cut in ahead of time, tearing open three gaps in the first fifteen seconds and advancing swiftly. However, the six ink soldiers overlapped in their pursuit of the fleeing target, and the system judged that they interfered with each other, resulting in a 40% loss of combat power.

Qin Xiao cursed and forcibly pulled away the six ink soldiers, but his flank had already revealed a flaw, and his final victory rating was downgraded from perfect dismantling to tactical error.

He stared at the sand table for three seconds, then turned to look at Zhang Yan.

"Brother Yan, if I adjust the spacing to your rhythm, I'll crash every time I use it."

Zhang Yan handed over the tablet, which displayed the formation spacing parameters.

"You entered two seconds too early, which consumed the time for the formation to deploy. Either follow my timeline or recalculate it yourself."

Qin Xiao took the tablet and looked at it for half a minute.

"Okay, I'll calculate it myself."

Ten minutes later, the second round of simulation began.

Qin Xiao didn't rush the time. The melee team followed the standard timeline, launching a surprise attack, dividing the target, and surrounding it. The three steps were seamlessly connected, and the simulated target was dismantled piece by piece, with efficiency 12% higher than the previous round.

The stargazer only gave one comment.

"Can."

Qin Xiao did not relax. When the simulation reached four minutes and thirty seconds, he zoomed in on a section of the spectrum.

"Brother Yan, there's a vulnerability in the perception interference group."

Zhang Yan looked up.

Qin Xiao pointed to the spectrum gap.

"The camouflage frequency band switching cycle is 1.2 seconds. After you enter the consciousness layer, the interference group needs to switch synchronously with your attack rhythm, with a 0.3-second gap in between."

He paused, then stopped speaking.

"Once a cluster can lock onto the true frequency, the jamming group will be taken out first."

Zhang Yan walked to the console, looked at it for five seconds, and then directly accessed the underlying code.

The laboratory fell silent, with only the continuous sound of the virtual keyboard typing.

Seven minutes later, Zhang Yan stopped.

"After the transition code was modified, the switching cycle was reduced to 0.8 seconds, and the idle time was reduced to less than 0.04 seconds, so it couldn't react in time."

Qin Xiao nodded after reviewing the code.

That's enough.

Zhang Yan sent him the code.

"Run it again."

After the third round of simulation started, Guan Xing walked to Zhang Yan's side, his gaze still fixed on the screen.

"You can block out the interference group in 0.04 seconds, but your penetration speed is still 0.3% slower. If the window is only 12 seconds, you will be 0.8 seconds late in entering."

"I know."

"The interference team needs to hold out for an extra 0.8 seconds."

"I know."

Guan Xing didn't say anything more.

The third round ended with the evaluation showing a perfect disassembly, no interference between the melee groups, stable camouflage throughout the process, and no capture of the true frequency by the swarm simulator.

Qin Xiao closed the interface and stopped laughing.

"I'll take over the Ink Soldier part, Brother Yan, you focus on practicing synchronization rate."

Zhang Yan nodded and looked at him.

"You have the authority to make your own decisions regarding Jupiter's orbit, but the dismantling speed of the Black race must proceed as planned: three batches of dismantling, with an interval of 47 minutes between each batch, and an error of no more than 2 minutes."

Qin Xiao noted down the parameters.

"47 minutes, with an error margin of within 2 minutes."

"If the mother body defends in advance and hides its core nodes, you must retreat immediately and not linger in battle."

Qin Xiao paused for a moment.

"And what about you?"

"I'll wait at the window a maximum of three times."

Zhang Yan's tone was flat.

"After three times, I will force my way in regardless of whether the window appears or not."

Guan Xing frowned.

"The interval between the three windows may exceed 48 hours. If you try to get through it in a high-frequency synchronization state, the risk will get out of control."

"Therefore, I need Qin Xiao to catch the Mo soldiers."

Zhang Yan looked at Qin Xiao.

"Any more questions?"

Qin Xiao shook his head.

"That's all."

"Maintenance and deployment of the Ink Soldiers are your responsibility."

Zhang Yan turned and left, and Guan Xing followed him into the elevator. He only spoke after the doors closed.

"You knew about the 0.3-second gap?"

"The switching cycle was set three days ago, and it was calculated to be 0.28 seconds at the time."

Guan Xing watched him.

"You're testing Qin Xiao."

"If he can't find it, I won't give him Jupiter's orbit."

The elevator reached the first floor, and Zhang Yan stepped out and stopped by the window in the corridor.

The sky outside the window darkened, and the streetlights had just come on.

The stargazer followed.

"If the first window is only 12 seconds, even if you push the synchronization rate to 3.1%, the penetration speed will only be about 2.8%, which is still 0.2% short."

"I've done the calculations."

Zhang Yan looked out the window.

"The optimal solution is to destroy four nodes at once, the second-best solution is to do it in two steps, and the worst case is that even three steps are not enough. So I use chaos to fight a war of attrition with it until it collapses."

Guan Xing did not respond.

Zhang Yan turned and entered the elevator, glancing at her before the doors closed.

"Don't worry, I've prepared a memo."

The elevator doors closed.

I stood there for ten seconds, then returned to the lab and pulled up that transition code again.

The code is so concise that there are no unnecessary comments. Every line is pushed to the limit. The 0.04-second gap results in a 17% increase in energy consumption of the sensing interference group and a 23% reduction in battery life.

He's trading the lifespan of the interference group for his own entry time.

Guan Xing opened the training log, wrote in the remarks column that the target for consciousness penetration speed should be increased to 3.1%, and then deleted the second half of the line, leaving only the target parameter.

Qin Xiao's voice came through the communication channel.

"Stargazer, I've tweaked the melee group's energy loop; could you check the parameters for me?"

Guan Xing took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put them back on.

Send it over.

……

Zhang Yan came out of the laboratory at one o'clock in the morning.

The fourth round of training was scheduled for tomorrow morning, but he couldn't sleep and spent another three hours optimizing the interference group code. His head was throbbing, but he was still conscious.

The living room lights were off, but the bar counter nightlight cast a dim glow. Nie Qingcheng's slippers were by the bedroom door, and no one was in bed.

Zhang Yan stood there for two seconds, then turned and went to the study.

The study door was ajar, and the light from the screen fell on Nie Qingcheng's profile. She was sitting in front of the computer, and the page title was "A Study on the Correlation between Neural Synaptic Plasticity Repair and Consciousness Anchoring Field."

Zhang Yan leaned against the door frame, not going in immediately.

Nie Qingcheng turned the pages slowly, and it wasn't until half a minute later that she realized he had arrived.

"Not asleep?"

She lowered the screen brightness.

"Check the contingency plan."

Zhang Yan walked behind her; the screen displayed complex curves and multiple sets of comparative data.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Nie Qingcheng turned off the screen and swiveled her chair to face him.

"If the backlash exceeds expectations after the ultimate formula is released, your cerebral cortex may suffer physical damage. A USB drive can store memories, but it cannot store neural synapses."

Zhang Yan did not interrupt.

"I contacted three teams: synapse repair, neuronal regeneration, and consciousness anchoring field enhancement. The three teams were isolated from each other, and the contingency plan code was encrypted by Stargazing."

"When?"

"Forty minutes after takeoff on the day you went to the core of the sun."

The dim light in the study pressed down, and Zhang Yan grasped her hand, which was resting on the touchpad; her fingertips were slightly cool.

Nie Qingcheng looked at him.

"The memo is for you if you have amnesia, this contingency plan is for you if you might not wake up."

Zhang Yan remained silent for a moment.

"How much did the three teams spend?"

Nie Qingcheng chuckled softly.

"We mortgaged three ports in Southeast Asia at an interest rate of 1.2%. You will have to pay back the money to redeem them after the war."

Zhang Yan looked at her for five seconds and then pulled her up from the chair.

Go to sleep.

Nie Qingcheng did not move.

"Aren't you going to ask about the failure rate?"

"I won't ask."

Zhang Yan held her hand.

"If you say you're ready, I'll believe you."