A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 560 Lies are not to be told, but if guided well...

Uncle Jin didn't expect the kid to suddenly pounce on him. He simply grabbed him around the waist and casually unlocked the iron gate.

bang...

Old Ford slammed the iron gate open: "Oh! Larry! My friend, I don't want this to happen, it's all part of the external broadcasting intelligence department..."

"Oh my god! My Goddess of Victory, what are you doing..."

Old Ford let out a high-pitched scream, and his hand pointing at Uncle Kim trembled uncontrollably...

The two men in black suits behind him exchanged a glance upon hearing his shout, then drew their small pistols from their waists and rushed into the room.

"CIA! Freeze!"

"Get down on the ground! Hands behind your head!"

But immediately, the two burly men in black suits also let out a scream like a little girl:

"Jesus Christ. What did I see?"

All three of them opened their mouths, staring blankly at the entangled Uncle Jin and the young Johnson.

These people have seen plenty of street fights, even life-or-death struggles, so why are they so surprised?

Uh,

probably,

Perhaps it's because the two of them are lying on the ground.

Yes, Uncle Kim is lying down, and the young Johnson guy is also lying face down.

The difference is that Uncle Jin is facing upwards, with his hands on the young Johnson man's head, whether pushing or pressing, it's unclear. His thighs are slowly closing together, whether in pain or pleasure, it's hard to tell.

Johnson's young man, on the other hand, was lying face down, with his hands supporting him on the floor on either side, and his head resting on Uncle Kim's waist... just a little bit below.

Hearing someone nearby, the young Johnson remembered his mission and began to push himself up with his head against the ground, trying to get up and complete his plan.

Unfortunately, he forgot that what was above him wasn't the floor, but a bird's nest.

"Uh……"

Uncle Jin's seductive cry caused the three onlookers to turn around...

"Oh, Larry! Old friend, I had no idea you had this kind of fetish..."

"It's all that damned Foreign Broadcasting Intelligence Department's fault, otherwise I wouldn't have disturbed your enjoyment..."

"No wonder Manager Kim locked the door from the inside, now I understand..."

The three men who had turned around laughed merrily, occasionally glancing sideways at the spectacle of the performance. However, the two men in black suits still tightly gripped Xiaopupu in their hands, and their guns were intentionally or unintentionally pointed at the two men who were entangled.

Uncle Jin was in a bind. He wanted to let go of the young man around his waist, but he was afraid that the young man would get dizzy and rush forward, only to have his magazine emptied by the two men in black suits. So he could only squeeze the eel-like creature even tighter.

Yes, it's a yellow eel, the kind that burrows into holes.

Uncle Jin was practically rolling his eyes from all the drilling...

This is the kind of pain a man can't bear!

But I still have to endure it!

If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Jin is a YYDS (a person who fantasizes about things), even in his excruciating pain, he could already see through the crack in the iron gate that the dark room was filled with people wearing military boots.

This old Ford clearly came prepared!

Sure enough, the organization here never stopped testing me. Perhaps even if I were in my grave, these scavenging vultures would open my coffin without hesitation if needed...

Uncle Jin sighed and then firmly held the young Johnson man in place again.

hiss……

If you hadn't accidentally saved me from a crisis, I would have given you a taste of what a "deadly scissor kick" is like!

After a while, Ford, who had been looking at the satellite images for some time, nodded to a man in a black suit, who then pressed a button on his communicator.

"Negative threat. Repeat, false alarm."

"Bravo Team, stand down. False alarm detected."

Old Ford waved to the door: "False alarm, folks. Stand down and grab a coffee."

Listening to what they were saying, Uncle Jin slowly released the young man's head.

Damn it, what about my reputation?!

……

Bald Eagle, the conference room in the underground command center—next to the restroom.

Uncle Jin tucked his hair back with both hands, his lips twitching like a puppet's until a middle-aged man with a perfect smile appeared in the mirror, then he shook his hands.

"When you go inside, listen and observe carefully, but don't make a sound!"

The young Johnson man looked embarrassed, but a hint of determination remained on his still somewhat immature face.

Uncle Jin sighed, pulled a light bulb out of his briefcase, and then, without saying a word, shoved it into Johnson's mouth.

"That's how it is anyway, might as well just give up!"

As they entered the conference room, Uncle Jin strode confidently ahead, while the young Johnson & Johnson employee, head down, struggled to remove the light bulb, walking somewhat hesitantly.

Their behavior elicited another round of soft laughter in the conference room.

"Alright, gentlemen, quiet!"

"Remember where you are. Put away your little quirks; we can discuss them later!"

The person at the head of the meeting room slapped the table.

The vulture-like gaze swept over Uncle Jin and his group, but when it saw the light bulb in the mouth of the young Johnson, it couldn't help but twitch its lips and reveal a smile just like a vulture's.

"A pretty creative idea..."

"So, Manager Kim, since you were the first to develop Corona's film, is there anything interesting about it? Tell us!"

"Yes, esteemed Director!"

Uncle Jin nodded slightly to the person in the lead, and at the same time, he also showed his perfect smile to the person sitting next to him.

"First of all, I want to say that Project Corona is truly magnificent. It is like the eye of an angel high in the sky, and the whole world will have no secrets from us! Here, I would like to express my gratitude and praise to all those who have made this great goal possible!"

"The Bald Eagle will surely become the sole ruler of Earth, and all of you here are heroes who will help the Bald Eagle achieve this goal. Please allow me to pay my respects to you..."

"Praise Gold" has resurfaced, and the CIA leaders, who have never heard praise in the context of Chinese cultural heritage before, are listening with great interest.

Hey, what a fascinating person. It seems he's been successfully brainwashed. Should we extend the timeframe for his future investigations?

"Then, let's talk about our findings!" Master Jin said with a smile, finishing his compliments before straightening his expression.

"We have indeed made a huge discovery! China may have developed a new type of bomb, which is powerful enough, but still not as powerful as our Fat Man!"

As he spoke, Uncle Jin reached for Johnson's briefcase.

But Johnson's dodge earned him the attention of Uncle Kim, whose feet were size 43.

This drew chuckles from the people in the meeting room.

Some even shouted, "Well done! This is how they should be disciplined!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Alright, alright! Larry, how did you tell that it wasn't a nuclear bomb?"

The bureau chief, who was in charge, slammed his hand on the table, and then looked at Uncle Jin with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Hehe, Director, don't forget, my expertise is intelligence analysis..."

Uncle Jin took out the developed photos and clipped them one by one onto the photo wall.

"Look, it's unlucky for the Chinese. When they were conducting their experiment, our Corona happened to fly across their sky, which is why they were able to film the bomb explosion."

"Compare this with the video recordings of Big Boy in the archives."

"First, the fireball formed by this bomb's explosion lasts for a relatively short time, probably less than ten seconds, while our nuclear bombs can last for tens of seconds or even several minutes!"

"Secondly, there is no mushroom cloud, the symbol of a nuclear explosion!"

At this point, Uncle Jin waved his hand, stopping anyone who wanted to ask a question: "Let me finish! A real mushroom cloud can last for several hours... Previous experimental records from Manhattan can confirm my statement!"

"And, as we can see from these consecutive images, the explosion in Beijing dissipated in just a few minutes..."

"Oh...that's true! Larry, you're very meticulous!" The director stroked his chin and nodded.

"You are so wise, it's all thanks to you!"

Uncle Jin bowed and put on his perfect smile again: "If it weren't for you leading this satellite project, even if I were more capable of analysis, I wouldn't have achieved the results we have today!"

"So! I think this inexplicable explosion was probably just because the Chinese put in too much explosives. They just wanted to blow up the mountain..."

As he spoke, Uncle Jin took out another photo.

In the photo, a human-shaped object is splashing around in a puddle...