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In the towering building of Beyond Technology located in the heart of the city, the surrounding glass curtain walls reflect the bustling scenes outside, making the structure a symbol of future technology. Stepping inside, one is greeted by a flurry of activity; employees in suits hurry along the spacious corridors and elevator lobbies, clutching documents, tablets, or smartphones, their faces etched with focus and confidence.
Recently, Beyond Technology's stock price has soared dramatically, becoming a dark horse in the financial market. Behind this surge lies their astonishing breakthrough in biotechnology. The company is not only at the forefront of technological innovation but has also developed a revolutionary technique in the laboratory—Stem Cell Synthesis. This technology successfully cured a late-stage Leukemia patient, liberating him from the shackles of illness and shocking the entire medical community, garnering widespread global attention.
Once the news broke, Beyond Technology quickly became the center of attention. Investors eagerly anticipated the company's prospects, and funds poured in like a tidal wave. Within just a few days, the company's market value skyrocketed, making it a dazzling star in the tech sector. The atmosphere within the company became exceptionally positive; from top executives to ordinary employees, everyone felt an unprecedented vitality and drive. The conference rooms and laboratories were brightly lit as technicians and scientists worked day and night to promote this technology to more patients.
Walking through the corridors, one could see many employees wearing proud expressions on their faces. Conversations were filled with confidence about the company's future. They understood that this was not merely a technological breakthrough but an opportunity to change the world. This technology heralded the arrival of a new era in medicine and could potentially rewrite the history of modern healthcare.
The entire operation of the company seemed to have entered an unprecedented efficient rhythm, with every department striving toward a common goal—to bring this technology to more people in need. The company's performance reports continuously set new historical highs, and smiles on the board members' faces grew brighter. Each floor of the building was infused with energy and hope amidst this wave of excitement; Beyond Technology was experiencing an unparalleled golden age.
However, deep beneath Beyond Technology's grand edifice lay an unknown world quietly at work. Hidden beneath the building was a meticulously designed secret base, with layers of security measures making it nearly inaccessible to outsiders; only a select few top talents were qualified to enter this mysterious realm. Located over a hundred meters underground on the thirteenth level, it starkly contrasted with the splendor above ground.
In this concealed underground world, dim light cast a cold glow, and an invisible pressure hung in the air. Heavy metal doors emitted dull sounds as they opened to countless corridors and rooms, each corner equipped with high-precision surveillance cameras—countless cold electronic eyes fixated on every minute movement. Everything here was meticulously designed and arranged, creating an inescapable sense of oppression as if the entire underground space were a massive cage.
Jonas stood amidst this high-tech underground facility, holding a lit cigarette between his lips; smoke slowly rose before him, creating a strange contrast against the cold environment. His gaze swept around, observing everything with both focus and an unnoticeable hint of weariness and fatigue. The layout of this underground base resembled something out of a low-budget B-grade thriller—cold fluorescent lights illuminated operation tables cluttered with flickering instruments and monitors displaying complex and incomprehensible data and images.
Researchers and technicians hurried past him in pristine white lab coats, their expressions focused yet indifferent. They rarely exchanged words with one another; instead, they mechanically executed their tasks. Everyone here seemed immersed in their work as if trapped in a cold world isolated from reality; even the air felt piercingly frigid.
Jonas exhaled smoke that spread through the dim light, adding an ethereal quality to this desolate space. Although equipped with cutting-edge technology, it emanated an eerie atmosphere that sent chills down one's spine. Countless secrets and conspiracies appeared to lurk behind these cold machines, ready to be unveiled by some accidental action.
This underground base was less of a research center and more like a breeding ground for forbidden experiments. The experiments conducted here transcended ordinary understanding and even brushed against human ethics and moral boundaries. In every room lay numerous bizarre organisms and unusual experimental samples quietly resting in petri dishes as if waiting for some ominous moment to arrive. Jonas had long grown accustomed to these sights but still harbored an unsettling anxiety within him.
He knew that every project here could change the world or bring about unpredictable disasters. Frowning slightly, he took a deep drag from his cigarette as if contemplating some significant decision. Every corner of this underground base seemed filled with invisible curses and dangers waiting for some day to be unleashed upon the world, plunging it into irreversible chaos. And Jonas, standing at the center of it all, gazed deeply into the distance with cold eyes while his heart brimmed with an indescribable mix of anticipation and fear.
As Jonas pondered how much longer he would have to stand in this cold underground space, a sturdy hand suddenly rested lightly on his shoulder. The unexpected touch made Jonas's heart tighten, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to reality, causing him to instinctively clench his fist. But soon, he heard that familiar voice, slightly hoarse yet full of vitality, accompanied by an unchanging warmth: "My old officer... are you still doing well?"
Jonas turned around to see Raymond Beck's smiling face. Those eyes, which had remained calm through countless crises, now sparkled with a familiar light, as if to convey that their unspoken understanding was still intact. Raymond was still that loyal and reliable old comrade; no matter how the world changed, the bond between them remained unchanged. Raymond gently patted Jonas's shoulder; the force was light but enough for Jonas to feel a familiar warmth, easing some of his tense nerves.
Jonas couldn't help but smile slightly, a smile tinged with an unmistakable sense of nostalgia and ease. In that moment, he felt as if he had returned to those days of fighting side by side, on battlefields filled with smoke and danger, where this man had stood beside him, facing every challenge without fear. His smile carried a hint of teasing as he jokingly said, "At attention! Soldier!"
Upon hearing this, Raymond immediately struck an exaggerated military pose, the sound of his heels clashing echoing in the silent basement. This action made both of them reminisce about their military pasts; those years of blood and fire seemed never to fade away. Raymond wore a relaxed smile on his face, but there was still a glimmer of alertness and sharpness in his eyes—an instinct that an old soldier could never fully shake off.
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