Chapter 112: The handover continues, and there is still a little surprise left! Buhler is almost enlightened!
"Put it away," Lu Ze thought to himself.

Suddenly, the Jiefang-brand heavy truck loaded with one hundred tons of gold and dozens of tons of banknotes disappeared in this desolate desert area.

Looking at the items stored in the system space, Lu Ze smiled and said, "This way, I can take them away without anyone noticing."

He didn't believe that anyone in the world could find any clues by collecting the 5 billion US dollars in this way.

After all, this is disappearing in the true sense.

This is a convenient method provided by the system, and it is the result of his previous experiments when he was trying to replicate it.

That is, when he copies other items before the 'ownership' belongs to him, he can 'store' them together with all the items they carry into the inventory, and take them out when needed.

If the "ownership" of something like a B-2 bomber does not belong to Lu Ze in name, then he can only copy the physical object he is currently touching. Even if it carries other things inside, he can only "copy" the entity and technology of the object he is currently touching.

The former is equivalent to the dropped items that belong to you in the game, which can be placed in the inventory after copying, while the latter copies the specified items through the 'number of copies', but the items still do not belong to you, so you cannot 'store' them together with the items that do not belong to you.

only.

Looking at the rows of rewards, Lu Ze suddenly discovered the "mystery" in them.

[Golden technology cannot be replicated at present. ]

"What does this mean?" Lu Ze frowned.

It is not surprising that the system prompts that something like golden technology cannot be copied. It would be rare if you could be rewarded with golden copying technology.

But what does it mean that it is currently not replicable?

"Doesn't that mean that the system can be replicated to golden technology at some stage in the future?" Lu Ze gasped.

Good guy.

That is a miraculous method of turning stone into gold. In ancient mythology, it is a magic spell that only true "immortals" can possess.

Why has gold been a veritable hard currency since ancient times? Not only because it is rare, but also because it is an item that cannot be manufactured with current technology.

Having the technology to make "gold" is much more difficult than controlled nuclear fusion. The first method is that during a supernova explosion, the iron element in the star can absorb other neutrons and be converted into gold element, thus obtaining the "gold" we understand.

The second method is to use elements heavier than gold, use a collider to cause high-speed neutron collisions to cause fission, and then you can also get trace amounts of gold elements, but the cost is obviously not possible with normal gold synthesis technology, and it is not clear how expensive it is.

It costs about one million yuan to get one cent of gold.

If the system refers to the first golden technology, then it is quite terrifying.

Possessing this kind of technology would be many times more difficult than any "controlled nuclear fusion".

Lu Ze shook his head and put aside all these distracting thoughts.

After waiting for his physical strength to recover almost completely, he changed his face again and sped towards the hotel in Yumen Pass Scenic Area.

As he ran, he glanced at the remaining items in his inventory.

Except for the large truck that had just been stored, the rest were the things he had copied before.

'There is still one C-5M transport aircraft left, an ultra-high precision processing machine, an F22, an F35-C prototype, and a Boeing 777'

"These things don't seem to be of much use. Why don't we hand them over to Daxia?"

Lu Ze kept walking, muttering and calculating in his mind.

I can't fly any transport plane or fighter plane, so I'll just keep these things as decoration.

Anyway, after this handover, he believed that Daxia should be mentally prepared for the occasional growth of some 'B-2' or 'F-22' aircraft in the fields.

'The F35-C cannot be handed over for the time being, otherwise there will be loopholes.'

First of all, Lu Ze ruled out the F-35C. After all, there was only one prototype of this thing in the world. If it was brought over, Daxia would easily be able to detect some problems.

"The F22 is already there, so there's no need to submit it to them again."

"Then what's left is this C-5M transport plane and that 5-axis ultra-precision machining center."

Lu Ze wiped the sweat off his face and made up his mind: "Then let's take this opportunity to hand over these two technological items as well."

'But this location cannot continue to be here.'

Anyway, he still has a week left before the end of his vacation, which is enough time for him to hand over the technological items to Daxia again. However, there is no way for him to make advance arrangements and preparations like this time.

So it might be a literal 'surprise'.

However, he definitely could not continue to choose the northwest desert as this place. It would be unsafe to transfer the same place twice in a row.

Next time we need to change the location for handover.

Since "treasures" can grow in the Northwest, why can't other things emerge in other places?
According to Lu Ze's plan, maybe in a year, all kinds of strange things will grow in the fields all over the country. Even in the sea, there might be wild "aircraft carriers" wandering around that were accidentally lost.

On the other side, outside a detention center in the small town of Livermore.

"Buler Wilson." A uniformed staff member looked at the file record in his hand and said seriously: "Mr. Archon sent a message. You need to listen carefully before you are released."

"Considering that this is your first offense and you have no criminal record or tax evasion record."

"So this time I won't bother you with disrupting the order of the town and illegally holding a demonstration. If you do it again next time, your sentence may not be just one week, let alone staying in this detention center."

After delivering this message, the man removed the handcuffs and shackles from Buller's hands and walked away without looking back.

Outside, Parker had been waiting here anxiously.

After seeing Buller being released, he quickly came up to him and asked, "Did anything happen to you in there?"

After saying this.

He also scanned Buller's body from top to bottom, fearing that he might have found any missing limbs, or even that they had been amputated below the eyebrows.

After all, this is in the United States, a country where "capital" dominates everything, and it is a very normal behavior to make rebellious remarks and take actual actions against capitalists. So even if Buhler accidentally "hanged" himself with a bed sheet, it would be a very normal behavior.

However, seeing that he was intact, Parker was a little confused: "Is there no one bullying you in there?"

"Or in fact, you already have."

Isn't it said that in places like this, every newcomer will be severely bullied, and prisoners like Buller are particularly likely to receive special care. After all, he is a person who has made the governor of Livermore City unhappy. How can he get away with it?
Suddenly, Parker thought of the experience of a certain Daxia 'Runren'.

Although he was not physically beaten, the Mexican man filled his stomach with "ink".

Looking at Parker's eyes that were already guessing to the end of the world, Buller shook his head decisively: "Don't worry, I didn't suffer any other torture in there except that my movements were restricted."

Because he was placed under strict surveillance and kept in solitary confinement, he even had to wear handcuffs and bracelets, treatment only available to serious criminals.

Therefore, it is impossible for anyone in the detention center to be stupid enough to cause trouble for such a person. Wouldn't that mean they are tired of living?
What if the other person might be a murderer?
You know, California is a state that has actually suspended the death penalty. If someone kills a hundred people, he only needs to be sentenced to a few hundred or a thousand years in prison.

Hearing this, Fatty Parker immediately felt relieved and asked a key question: "Buller, are we still going to march?"

"Although you were only detained for a week this time, if you are caught again next time..."

Parker didn't say anything else, but both of them knew it deep down.

This time there wasn't much noise, so they were just given a warning and detained for a few days.

But if they make a big fuss next time and get caught again, the capitalist class will really strike hard.

As his only friend, Parker didn't want to hear the news that 'a black man was shot eight times in the back and died of a heart attack in prison'.

"I know, Parker." Buller patted him on the shoulder and continued, "But I still want to continue."

"I don't want everyone to accept this fate. Someone has to do it."

In the detention center, although it was a cage that imprisoned Buller, just one week allowed him to figure out many things.

What is going on in this world?
The elites can stand on the stage with high-sounding words, while they can only live like rats?

Even in the detention center, besides many criminals, there are also many poor people who cannot survive in the United States.

"But." Parker wanted to refute something.

However, he was interrupted before he could finish his sentence.

Buller's eyes were filled with seriousness, and he raised his fist above his forehead: "Keep going, while the fire in everyone's heart is still there."

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the building with the words 'Livermore Detention Center' written on it.

“I believe I will come back in the future.”

He felt that some of the ideas and insights he gained from it were even more profound than any other books he read outside.

Although there were still many things that Buhler had not figured out, there was one thing he was very clear about.

I must be on the right path.

at the same time.

Eagle sauce, inside the Office of the Director of Global Security Affairs at the Pentagon.

An urgent report was also handed to the desk.

(PS: First update, please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!!)
(End of this chapter)