"What's the progress in three days?" Sun Hang asked.
"Conservatively estimated, about 85%." Yang Qi replied.
"Can we really push 15% progress in three days? Seriously?" Sun Hang was stunned. "What were they doing all those previous days? Or are these researchers like procrastinating novelists, only unleashing their potential in a frenzy as deadlines close in?"
"Though I didn't major in analysis, I understand so basic theories." Yang Qi rolled her eyes at Sun Hang. "The process of analysis isn't linear. In the sequence of anomalies, there are always so 'convergence nodes.' These nodes are akin to technological bottlenecks in scientific developnt. Most ti and effort in analysis or reverse engineering is spent overcoming these convergence nodes."
Yang Qi took a sip of water and continued, "Once you overco one convergence node, until reaching the next node, most analysis work can be left to computers."
"Analyzing s is like splitting bamboo; these convergence nodes are like bamboo joints. Once split, the rest is 'smooth sailing,' " Song Yarong chid in.
"Has the final combat action plan been drafted?" Sun Hang asked. "Let's not end up with insiders like last ti."
"I'm cautious with everything, except this matter. I can't help it." Yang Qi sighed. "The candidates eligible for the breakthrough operation threshold are very few. Even choosing all of them leaves a significant gap from my planned operation scale."
"May I ask, how many people did you initially plan for the PFDA breakthrough?" Sun Hang inquired.
"Ideally, over two hundred." Yang Qi said. "Saturation action ensures the probability of delivering 'pesticide' to Chira 17's base is nearly 100%."
"Two hundred people... I'm afraid even if you gather all hunters from the Federation, you won't have two hundred, right?" Sun Hang pouted. "So now, excluding and Mr. Wang, how many qualified candidates are there?"
"After the second screening and PFDA live testing, only nine people were enlisted for the final combat action."
"Nine people, plus and Mr. Wang, that's eleven... We're short of a lot from two hundred, aren't we?" Sun Hang exhaled. "According to your calculation, after shrinking from two hundred to eleven, what's the success probability?"
"Less than 0.2%." Yang Qi said expressionlessly.
"Huh? That low?" Before Sun Hang could speak, Shinkata Misaki voiced first. "Shouldn't it be a straightforward division of eleven by two hundred? There should be at least a 5% chance, right?"
"That's not how you calculate it." Yang Qi shook her head with a bitter smile. "Chira 17's long-range attack has a cooldown ti. The roaming number of subordinate anomalies within the restricted area also has a limit. If two hundred people enter simultaneously, Chira 17 can't lock onto so many targets... This was shown in the last sample collection operation."
"But if only eleven people go in..." Yang Qi continued, "We can still use the term 'saturation,' but not for our action, rather, each intruder will face Chira 17's saturation attack."
"According to your calculation, isn't Tianfu City dood?" Shinkata Misaki couldn't help but gasp. "0.2%, that's even lower than my odds of drawing a gold card in a crappy mobile ga..."
"0.2% is theoretical, not actual data." Yang Qi shook her head. "I only calculated the PFDA's performance, without considering the personal abilities of the hunters using them... They are the biggest variable in this operation."
Yang Qi finished speaking, then glanced aningfully at Sun Hang.
"The personal abilities of hunters are actually easy to calculate. Dubhe Tower's archive has detailed data, but the key lies in the on-the-spot reaction during actual combat, personal decisions in ergencies, and the most unpredictable factor—luck... These are unquantifiable, so I can only calculate the theoretical probability of 0.2%."
Yang Qi suddenly laughed, "This probability isn't the upper limit but can serve as a minimum threshold. In other words, in the worst-case scenario, we still have a 0.2% glimr of hope."
"I think you look quite like a gambler right now." Sun Hang sat on the table, naturally picked up the water cup Yang Qi drank from, and gulped down its contents. "If the gamble fails, you might not even have your underwear left."
"Heh... My stake includes the lives of everyone in Tianfu City. If the gamble fails..." Yang Qi's usually calm eyes flashed with a hint of madness, "It's already co to this. It's not up to whether to gamble or not."
"Then I wasn't wrong, if we lose the gamble, at worst, Tianfu City gets nuked. Given humanity's current technology level, I doubt we've developed fabric that can withstand a nuclear blast. Your underwear indeed won't survive." Sun Hang shrugged, grabbing two snacks from Song Yarong casually, and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey, you! Your hands aren't very clean!" Song Yarong protested imdiately, while busy working.
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