251: Chapter 251 Points Directly to the Deepest Secrets of America

Area 51.

For a very long time, this name was like the most mysterious shadow of the United States.

On the surface, it was merely a military restricted zone deep within the Nevada desert, but in countless urban legends, it had long been cloaked in a different hue.

Some said that the corpses of The Alien were hidden here.

Others claimed that the United States' rapid technological advancement over the past few decades was solely because they had dismantled wreckage from spacecraft originating from the depths of the universe here.

Still others swore that an unidentified flying object had once crashed within the territory of the United States, and later, all the wreckage was transported here, along with those inexplicable life forms, and sealed away in a secret laboratory hundreds of meters underground.

In even more exaggerated rumors, Area 51 was not even merely a human base.

Instead, it was a stronghold where the United States and some form of alien civilization jointly researched technology.

Of course, to the outside world, most of these things were nothing more than hearsay.

No evidence.

No photographs.

Nothing that could truly stand up to scrutiny.

But the more this was the case, the more mysterious it appeared.

Because ordinary people simply could not get close to it.

The Nevada desert was vast to the point of desolation, surrounded by Gobi, mountains, salt flats, and long, desolate highways that made people despair.

If many curious individuals truly wanted to reach the perimeter, they would even have to drive off-road vehicles across hundreds of kilometers of desert.

Along the way, there were no towns, no supplies, and no so-called scenery.

Only dust, the scorching sun, the cracked ground, and in the distance, mountain ridges as silent as death.

And behind those no-entry warning signs, rumor had it that heavily armed security personnel patrolled.

Once the boundary was crossed, they could resort to force directly without going through standard warning procedures.

Therefore, for ordinary people, Area 51 never seemed like a base.

It was more like a wall.

A wall erected on the edge of modern civilization, yet one that blocked all prying eyes from the outside.

And now.

Two figures were tearing through the night sky above the Pacific Ocean from ten thousand meters high.

A silver-white Battle Armor was in the lead.

A pitch-black Battle Armor followed behind.

Two propulsion exhaust trails dragged long streaks of light between the clouds; from afar, they looked like two meteors flying against the starlight.

Inside the Battle Armor, Lu Li reclined slightly in the cockpit, his expression still nonchalant.

Even though the boundless deep sea lay beneath his feet, and even though their destination was one of the United States' most core classified areas, no sign of tension could be seen on his face.

On the other hand, the black Battle Armor beside him maintained a very standard flight posture throughout.

Stable.

Precise.

Even the subtle corrections of the propulsion angle were as clean as if they had been etched into bodily instinct through countless training sessions.

Lu Li glanced at the data being transmitted synchronously from the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Not bad piloting."

In the communication channel, the female soldier's voice was very calm.

"Thank you."

Lu Li smiled slightly.

"What is your name?"

There was a half-second silence from the black Battle Armor.

"Lin Qinglan."

"Qinglan?" Lu Li recited it once, "That's a rather elegant name."

Lin Qinglan's voice had no fluctuation.

"My combat instructor usually doesn't evaluate it that way."

Lu Li chuckled.

"How does he evaluate it?"

"He says when I hit people, I'm like a heartless demolition machine."

Lu Li clicked his tongue lightly.

"That's high praise."

Lin Qinglan did not respond.

She just took a look at the energy module.

Under high-altitude, high-speed flight, the energy consumption of the black Battle Armor was significantly faster than in standard test conditions.

This was also the biggest problem with the downgraded version of the Battle Armor at present.

Its performance was already astonishing enough.

However, propulsion, weapons, protection, and life support systems all required energy support; once pushed to the limit speed, the consumption curve would become very ugly.

Lu Li clearly saw this point as well.

He glanced at the synchronized data and asked casually:

"Do you need to replenish your energy mid-way?"

Lin Qinglan replied immediately:

"Yes."

"The supply point has already been arranged."

Lu Li raised an eyebrow.

"At sea?"

"Yes."

Lin Qinglan pulled up a route map.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, a light spot was moving slowly over an inconspicuous stretch of sea.

"There is an ocean-going freighter there; its surface identity is a civilian transport ship, but it actually belongs to the military's outer support system."

"There is a backup energy module on the ship that can complete a quick recharge for my Battle Armor."

Lu Li took a look and nodded.

"You've prepared quite thoroughly."

Lin Qinglan said calmly:

"Elder Wu said that you most likely wouldn't bother with these things."

Lu Li: "..."

This old man was quite accurate when speaking behind his back.

His own Mark 45, of course, did not need mid-way replenishment.

The miniature Nuclear Fusion reactor on his chest was enough to support the Battle Armor running in a high-intensity state for a long time.

Even without considering the energy-saving mode, continuous use for several months was not a problem.

But the problem was that this thing was currently the only one he had that could be used.

It wasn't that the principles were unclear.

It was that the manufacturing process was too extreme.

The fusion confinement structure, energy buffer layer, miniaturized cooling system, and core material stability—each item was stuck beyond the current limits of the human industrial system.

Lu Li could bring it out because the system rewards and his technical accumulation from his previous life were stacked together.

But wanting to have the Dragon Kingdom mass-produce the same level of miniature fusion core right now was still unrealistic.

Therefore, Lin Qinglan's black Battle Armor still used high-density nuclear batteries.

It was already advanced enough.

It was far stronger than any individual energy source in any public system in the world.

But compared to the reactor on Lu Li's chest, it was still like a torch against a small sun.

An hour later.

The two Battle Armor exhaust trails suddenly lowered in the night.

The sea surface below was pitch black as ink, with only one freighter sailing alone amidst the surges.

From the outside, that ship looked plain and unremarkable.

Containers were stacked on the deck, and the side of the ship was painted with the logo of an ordinary ocean shipping company.

But when the two Battle Armors approached, a piece of camouflaged deck at the stern slowly separated, revealing the supply platform hidden underneath.

There were no extra lights on the platform.

Only a few personnel wearing dark uniforms quickly took their positions.

Lin Qinglan lowered her altitude and landed precisely in the center of the supply rack.

Several mechanical arms extended simultaneously, latching onto the energy port on the back of the black Battle Armor.

Hum—

The low sound of energy transmission rang out softly in the sea breeze.

Lu Li hovered to the side, watching the whole process, a bit more interest appearing in his eyes.

"Who designed this supply rack?"

Lin Qinglan was waiting for the energy injection; hearing this, she replied:

"The Dragon Academy of Sciences Battle Armor Project Team."

"Not bad."

Lu Li's evaluation was very simple.

But on the freighter's deck, when those few technicians heard the voice relayed from the communication channel, their eyes clearly lit up.

To be able to hear a "Not bad" from Lu Li's mouth was already considered extremely high praise for them.

The replenishment process did not last too long.

A few minutes later, the port on the back of the black Battle Armor closed again.

Lin Qinglan looked up.

"Energy replenishment complete."

Lu Li nodded.

"Let's go."

The next second.

The two Battle Armors took off simultaneously.

The sea surface was pressed into huge circles of white ripples by the propulsion air waves.

The people on the freighter looked up, watching the two lights rush back into the night sky, and not until they completely disappeared behind the clouds did someone uncontrollably murmur in a low voice:

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would dare believe that this is a man-made thing..."

...

After crossing the Pacific, the time still remained late at night.

When they departed, it was early morning in the Dragon Kingdom.

When they arrived in the western part of the United States, it was still early morning here.