Chapter 437: Chapter 437
Avery was neither surprised nor nervous about such news.
From the moment she decided to announce her relationship with Alexander, she had already prepared for the backlash. Each member of the Carter family had a Miracle and professional security guards to protect them. They were also equipped with mini weapons. However, the best was yet to come.
When Avery received the news of the attack on Arthur, she dialed a secret number.
The person who picked up the phone sounded very excited. "Avery, you finally called me. I’ve been waiting for your call for a long time."
Avery smiled and replied respectfully, "Mr. Harron, I didn’t dare to contact you before we achieved any results."
She paused before continuing, "Now, the Day Institute has successfully developed a 5-nanometer EUV photolithography machine.
"Although some parts were imported from abroad and reprocessed by our research institute, all the core technology was developed independently. We also hold the patents.
"I’ve already sent people to load the photolithography machine and all the technical documents into a car and secretly transport them to the National Academy of Sciences.
"If all goes well, it will arrive tomorrow morning. Please have someone ready to receive it."
"Avery, you’re amazing!" The elderly Finn Harron was so excited his voice trembled. "I can’t believe you led the Day Institute to develop such an advanced photolithography machine in just six years.
"You’ve ended the technology blockade placed on our country by other nations. You’ve advanced our technology by decades,it’s truly remarkable.
"Not only will the National Academy of Sciences remember your contribution, but it will also be recorded in our history. Your country will never forget you, Avery."
Such praises made Avery blush. After all, the reason the Day Institute was able to develop such an advanced photolithography machine so smoothly was mainly due to the super-advanced knowledge her mentor had passed down. If it had been left entirely to someone her age, it might not have been possible even after decades of research.
Therefore, Avery quickly interrupted Finn and said humbly, "Mr. Harron, that’s too much credit. We were only able to make such huge progress because of the support of the National Academy of Sciences and the efforts of our team."
"Since it’s late, I won’t take up any more of your time. Please call me if you have any questions after receiving the machine."
Then, Avery quickly hung up, afraid Finn would continue praising her. She lay down comfortably and soon fell asleep.
No one disturbed her in the latter half of the night, which meant the Carter family was safe and she didn’t need to take any action.
However, not everyone could sleep soundly. The professional thugs who had attacked the Carter family and Juliet were wide awake.
Juliet was the one in charge of dealing with the Carter family. She knew those thugs were going to strike that night, so she had been waiting for news.
But as dawn approached and no report came, an ominous feeling rose in her chest.
When the sky finally brightened, Juliet could no longer hold back. She called the middleman using a disposable number and reported the order number and password. "How did Operation 13 go?"
Since Juliet could not contact the underworld directly, she had to go through a middleman. The middleman then relayed her requests to them.
The middleman was also in a bind. "I’ve been trying to reach them, but I can’t get through. I don’t know what’s going on either."
Juliet immediately realized something was wrong. She lowered her voice and said, "Something must have happened. I won’t contact you again. Please delete all my information immediately and keep your lips sealed."
The middleman replied, "Don’t worry. I’ve been in this business for years. I know the rules. Even if I die, I won’t expose a client."
Juliet hung up without another word and erased all traces of contact with the middleman. Still, her uneasiness refused to fade.
’It doesn’t matter if the operation failed,’ she thought. ’I only hope it doesn’t blow up.’
But the matter did blow up not as a simple uproar on the Internet, but as something akin to a devastating earthquake.
At 10 a.m., Finn and many academicians from the National Academy of Sciences, who had been eagerly awaiting the photolithography machine, suddenly received a shocking message:
[The secret convoy transporting the photolithography machine was ambushed. Although the security guards did their best to protect the machine and technical documents, the transport team was injured and could no longer drive.]
Because of the importance and confidentiality of the mission, the team did not call the police or act rashly. They simply waited for rescue.
All the academicians were stunned. One exclaimed, "The photolithography machine is critical to Osceiton. How could anyone dare rob it?"
Another added, "Could the culprits be spies sent by foreign countries?"
Finn was furious. Without hesitation, he called the cabinet and reported the incident.
When the government heard that a private research institute had developed the world’s most advanced photolithography machine and had handed it over for free, they were delighted.
But upon learning that the convoy had been attacked and the transport team injured, they were outraged. The cabinet immediately contacted the National Security Bureau.
The Bureau treated the case with utmost importance. Senior officials personally led a team to the scene, took over the transportation of the machine, and arranged medical care for the injured.
At the same time, they secretly transported the unconscious robbers captured by the convoy back to headquarters for interrogation.
When the thugs regained consciousness, they were stunned. They had only accepted money to kidnap the Carter family, but after being knocked out by a smoke bomb, they now found themselves accused as foreign spies.
Terrified, they burst into tears. "We’re not spies! We’re just hired thugs. Our boss took money from a middleman and sent us to Rosemont City to kidnap the Carter family. We don’t know anything about photolithography machines!"
Of course, the National Security Bureau didn’t believe them so easily and pressed further.
Before long, the Bureau captured the thugs’ leader and retrieved the middleman’s contact information from him.