A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Yes, catching those little devils is fine, but you still need to be mindful of the methods and approaches.

The regimental commander straightened his hat, then pulled the political instructor straight to the large pond in the middle. (I know the regimental-level officer should be called something like that, but I'm not allowed to write it, so you can automatically replace "political instructor" with the proper title. Yeah, that's how it will be from now on.)

But upon closer inspection, there was no trace of Little Dai Mao in the pool. "Hey! Isn't this so-and-so? Long time no see, are you carrying stars on your shoulders now?"

The mist was so thick that the commander couldn't make out who was speaking. He took a step back. "Who's in there? It's Xiao Jiang!"

As he spoke, the regimental commander, sensing something was amiss, unconsciously reached for his belt.

A soft chuckle came from the mist: "See? Now you know why Grandma wouldn't let you use a gun. If you get used to it, you'll end up like this big idiot in front of you, grabbing a 'hammer' the moment you encounter something..."

Hearing the voice, the battalion commander breathed a sigh of relief: "Old Wang, you can't talk about people like that..."

"Hey, where did you hide Xiao Jiang? Let him out, I want to see him!"

As he spoke, he pulled the instructor forward a few steps and turned to introduce Wang Kui to the instructor.

"That guy who just spoke was Xiao Jiang's lapdog. I don't know what kind of luck that guy had. He does nothing all day, and the credit just comes knocking on his door..."

"Young Jiang, don't listen to Old Wang's nonsense. He's the one who really likes using a hammer..."

As they spoke, the two walked to the edge of the puddle.

Suddenly, the instructor, who had been amused, stopped in his tracks...

"Hey, let's go. I reckon only Xiao Jiang can help with your idea!"

The regimental commander fanned the fog in front of his eyes and looked at the instructor with some confusion.

The instructor remained silent, a bead of cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He quietly pointed ahead.

The regimental commander looked ahead and stopped in his tracks, beads of sweat immediately appearing on his forehead...

Yes, you'll also break out in a sweat when you're being stared at intently by a group of guys with countless "manly medals" on their bodies.

Especially being stared at by a group of people filled with murderous intent...

The fact that the regimental commander and political instructor weren't so scared that their ankles went weak shows they're tough guys!

"Company Commander Tang!"

"Platoon Leader Ru!"

"And you...you're from the Third Company? The Sharp Knife Company!"

The regimental commander's voice trembled, "Good heavens, I heard you all went to the guard battalion in the lake... how come you're all here..."

"Oh, who do we have here? Why aren't you on your mission? What are you doing here?"

Just as the commander was about to reply, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure in the mist. The commander's belt was snatched into the figure's hand with a clatter, startling him so much that he quickly reached for it again.

But where can we catch them now!

"Don't panic, I'll return it to you when we leave." Company Commander Tang stood imposingly in the puddle, a few tufts of hair peeking out from behind him...

"Hello comrade, is there something you need?"

"no no……"

The guild leader looked like a little white rabbit surrounded by a pack of big bad wolves, his previous dashing demeanor completely gone.

"Huh? Didn't you say you needed some ideas for me to solve this? So quickly, you've already achieved enlightenment on your own?"

"Move...move away..."

"what?"

"Ok?"

"Humph!"

The commander's reckless words drew cold snorts from the surrounding assassins. Did they think they were just mindlessly soaking in the bath? If they hadn't sent out reconnaissance outposts as usual, that would be dereliction of duty!

So, they all knew exactly what the regimental commander wanted to do; he just wanted to see how this guy could make up a coherent story.

"Report! A certain regiment is carrying out the relocation of debris from the explosion site. Please give instructions!" The regimental commander shuddered, but cleverly uttered the same old line.

Jiang Xia, however, was puzzled when the regimental commander mentioned the entire relocation: "What's the point of moving this?"

"Yes, it's an order from above. They require everyone here—well, not exactly every single tree or blade of grass—to move the broken rocks..."

Seeing that they had gotten through to the conversation, the regimental commander rubbed his hands together, took out "Taihang Mountain" cigarettes from his pocket, and distributed them to everyone.

They were dividing it up while still clicking their tongues in amazement.

What? They've even dispatched the guard battalion from the lake. This legendary little Jiang worker is really something else.

Jiang Xia took the cigarette but didn't smoke it. He tugged at the young man from Zeshan who was still blowing bubbles in the water: "Is this what you asked for? Isn't this just pure torture?"

"It was requested by the big boss, who said the data here is extremely valuable, and also..."

The young man from Zeshan looked around and, finding that his troublesome secretary, Xiao Liu, wasn't there, raised his loud voice again.

"At the same time, clean up the traces here. The big boss said there are bald eagle eyes in the sky!"

As he spoke, the young man from Zeshan pointed mysteriously to the top of his head.

"What's so mysterious about it? It's just the U2! We've already taken down that Black Bat!"

"Besides, our little devil already thought of all that you mentioned! It would have been better if he hadn't come; now that he has, it's just another case of a plane crash and everyone on board dying!"

Old Wang pointed smugly at Jiangxia, as if he shared a similar sentiment with me.

But Jiang Xia understood what the big boss was talking about.

"Corona, no, it should still be called Discoverer, the Discoverer scientific experimental satellite..."

"The Bald Eagle is quite adept at hiding its projects. Honestly, its current antics are truly awe-inspiring. Now that it has near-Earth satellite orbit recovery technology, it's no wonder some people are feeling despair..."

Jiang Xia muttered to himself, his mind drifting back to the popular science content of later bloggers.

Although the Corona series of satellites nominally targets the Allied Powers and China as their "primary targets," their actual monitoring range includes more than 120 countries, covering military facilities, industrial bases, and even civilian facilities.

During the missile crisis, this thing provided the Bald Eagle with direct evidence that the coalition had deployed missiles in the Cigar Country.

Even back in 64, they managed to photograph our young lady's greenhouse...

Especially after the ground-to-air network transmission protocol was established, allowing the ground control room to directly receive Corona's electronic signals, the CIA ultimately used it to monitor Amigo's smuggling of certain cute little white powders—secretly, of course…

Huh? You think this is meant to discourage them?

To outsiders they may seem similar, but what they do most often is actually double-crossing each other.

Using satellites to locate the "vegetable plantations" of Amigos was a favorite pastime of the CIA in the 1970s and 80s.

However, later knowledge bloggers have also pointed out that all of these satellites have the same backdoor.

Hmm, that makes sense. Robbing Amigo is still not something that can be done openly, so it has to be done secretly...

However, the CIA's brilliant minds focused all their efforts on "important things," such as backdoor passwords, which were incredibly easy to remember!

"I don't know if it's true or not. Should we ask someone to test it?"

Jiang Xia remembered the instructions and, disregarding everything else, jumped naked out of the large puddle, opened his notebook, wrote them down, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehehe, if we don't turn this bald eagle into a bald bird from touching it so much, then it'll all be for nothing!"

"Wait a minute. Even if there's a backdoor, the Bald Eagle doesn't have a network yet, so what's the point of this backdoor?"

Jiang Xia spat in annoyance.

"Useless! Useless!"