Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian ignored the two after she finished speaking, and returned to her lazy and careless look: "Show you away."

"...Ha!" The housekeeper took several deep breaths but couldn't suppress his dissatisfaction, so he left without a smile.

Pierre had a different opinion of her. Before leaving, he whispered to Qiao Nian: "Take the magnetic card to open the door. The iris system used in the laboratory will require you to enter and verify it in person tomorrow. As for what the housekeeper said, don't worry about it. Miss Garcia... will not be too much with the instructions of the clan leader. I wish you all the best tomorrow!"

Qiao Nian heard that he hinted that the people arranged by the Irene family might not welcome her so much, and raised the corners of her lips, with a somewhat annoyed and perverse look.

"You can leave after you finish speaking."

"Rest early."

Pierre went out tactfully and closed the door for her.

Qiao Nian first checked whether there were any surveillance devices in the room, pulled out all the surveillance devices and destroyed them, then got up and took a shower inside.

Half an hour later, she came out to dry her hair, bent down to unzip her backpack, took out a microcomputer from it, put it on her legs and opened it, lowered her eyes and quickly used the virus to take over the network background here, cut into the fake engine records that had been prepared long ago for them, and spent a few minutes to clean up the intrusion traces, then crossed her legs and contacted Feng Yu and others to report that she was safe.

After she did all this, she logged into WeChat remotely again. Qing Ling's eyes fell on the top avatar. After a brief hesitation, she pursed her pink lips and sent a message.

[QN: Safe. ]

Qiao Nian reported to Ye Wangchuan that she was safe, turned off the computer, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

There was another fierce battle to fight tomorrow.

*

At this moment, the three groups gathered in Garcia's villa.

Compared with the place where Qiao Nian was arranged to live.

This eggshell futuristic-style building is much more high-tech and luxurious. Almost everything from the entrance to the inside is high-tech.

Even the TV they watch is a holographic projection.

Seven or eight young people were sitting in the white living room, with a bottle of old wine that had just been opened in the middle. The rich aroma of wine filled the living room.

Everyone was talking about today's experiment.

"Today's experiment to purify and separate the uranium-235 isotope failed again. The yield we extracted from the concentrate was less than 30%."

"Garcia, is it true that you can reach 56%?" Someone looked at the woman sitting on the high stool and said in a tone of disbelief: "Where did you get the data to support this theory? We have been experimenting for almost a year, and the yield has not exceeded 30%. 30% is already the limit."

What she meant was that Garcia was too theoretical, and the extraction yield of 56% was just a fantasy result and could not be achieved.

Garcia shook the liquor in the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Her slender neck outlined a sharp arc, and she spoke slowly under the gaze of everyone.

"Someone has done it."

The living room was silent for a moment, and the person who just spoke took over and asked, "Who?"

Garcia shook his head slowly: "Someone on the black web. I don't know who she is. She used a fake identity to post pictures and texts. The next day I went to check, and the post was gone."

"..."

Everyone relaxed their nerves and showed contempt, but it was difficult to show it in front of her, so someone jokingly changed the subject.

"Speaking of the black web, isn't our new member someone on the black web? The chemist."