Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

The commander-in-chief finally finished speaking.

The story he told, which was arguably the deepest secret of human civilization and was both grand and absurd, completely shocked everyone present.

In just over ten minutes, their worldview was repeatedly subverted and reshaped, and then shattered again.

However, just when everyone was still immersed in this huge torrent of information that was enough to make their brains crash.

That rigorous, white-haired Russian scientist, after a fierce ideological struggle.

Once again, with his scholarly and indomitable skepticism, he raised a fatal flaw that went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Wait a moment, Mr. President."

His voice was a little sharp due to excitement.

"Your story sounds... indeed, logically, very complete."

"It explains the origin of mythology, the disappearance of the Anunnaki, and the rise of our species. But..."

His eyes became extremely sharp, like a sharp scalpel, cutting into the most vulnerable link of this seemingly perfect story.

"There's still a huge problem."

"Since the Anunnaki's technology has advanced to that level, even if they suffered an unprecedented blow, even if they lost all their cities and factories."

"But as long as there are survivors, as long as that knowledge remains in their minds, they should be able to rise again after the disaster with their wisdom, right?"

"It's like us. If a nuclear war breaks out right now, all the cities will be destroyed."

"But as long as there are still a group of scientists and engineers who survive, we can still rebuild our civilization in a few decades, or even one or two hundred years. Because knowledge is the spark that keeps civilization going!"

"What's more!" He emphasized the crucial word, "As you know, our current biotechnology has developed the technology of 'freezing embryos'! We can preserve fertilized eggs in liquid nitrogen for decades or even hundreds of years! This is the ultimate insurance for a civilization!"

"I can't believe that a god-level civilization that can create life and produce meteorological weapons doesn't even have this basic insurance technology to prevent genocide!"

"As long as even one of their gene pools survives, they can easily 'hatch' thousands of new people after the disaster and rebuild their great civilization! There's no way they'll go extinct!"

The old scientist's words were powerful, logical and irrefutable.

The question he raised was like a sharp thorn that pierced the heart of the grand story, causing the seemingly seamless logical chain to show signs of breaking in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on the face of the Eagle Sauce Leader.

This time, the miserable smile on the commander-in-chief's face became even more intense.

He looked at the stubborn old scientist and nodded slowly.

"Professor, you've hit upon the most crucial, and also the saddest, point."

"Yes, they do. Of course they have that technology. Moreover, their 'gene pool' is ten thousand times larger and more advanced than we could imagine."

"but……"

He paused for a long time before uttering the final, despairing answer in a tone filled with endless irony and sadness.

"But they are too arrogant."

"In the eyes of those 'gods', they themselves are perfect, eternal, and immortal."

"They never imagined they would face extinction, a ridiculous problem only encountered by lower creatures."

"So, all their 'gene banks', all their 'sparks of civilization', all their 'Ark Projects'..."

“All of them, centrally, were built in the same place.”

"Their grandest capital, the one they call 'The Navel of the World'—"

“—Atlantis.”

"And that great flood they created themselves was the first and most devastating..."

"That's it."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the scene fell into dead silence.

However, at this time the old scientist asked again.

"Even so, could it be that these god-like Assyrians don't even have the ability to continue their civilization?"

"You know, even the most primitive tribe can continue to survive in this world as long as they have a source of energy to sustain themselves."

"If they really existed, then we should be able to find at least traces of their existence on Earth today, or even their descendants."

"They just disappeared silently into the long river of history? Do you think this makes sense?"

After hearing the old expert's words, everyone present was brought back to reality from the huge historical shock.

Yes, how could a civilization that can create life be unable to even achieve the most basic "civilization preservation"?

This story sounds more like a lie full of loopholes that was fabricated to cover up some truth.

For a moment, an atmosphere of suspicion once again permeated this "temple" full of forbidden knowledge.

Several experts on the Russian bear began to whisper to each other, and with scrutinizing and critical eyes, they re-examined the Eagle Sauce leader in front of them, as well as the "Assyrian" sealed in the crystal container, whose true or false identity was difficult to distinguish.

However, faced with this renewed wave of doubts that was almost spreading like wildfire, the Eagle Sauce Leader did not make any further explanation this time.

He just slowly raised his head, and his cloudy and bloodshot eyes looked around calmly.

His eyes swept across every face filled with suspicion and confusion. There was no longer the previous dejection and powerlessness in his eyes, but instead revealed an almost cruel pity.

In the end, he did not answer the old scientist's question.

Instead, he stretched out his finger and casually pointed behind him at a hawkish army captain who was on full alert and was affiliated with the security force of Area 51.

"Captain," the commander-in-chief's voice was calm and without a trace of emotion, "come to me."

The captain was obviously stunned for a moment, but he immediately followed the order, marched in standard steps, walked to the front of the commander-in-chief, stood at attention and saluted.

"Bring a pen and paper," the commander-in-chief ordered.

Soon, a tactical tablet and a stylus were handed to the captain.

"Now,"

The commander-in-chief looked at the bewildered captain and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"On this, write down the complete derivation of the Newton-Leibniz formula!"