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... aboratory.

  This place is about three kilometers away from Zhou Wan’s home. It used to be a factory in Haishi, but now it has been transformed into a nuclear research institute, and the largest fully superconducting tokamak nuclear fusion experimental device ever built.

   "Brother Chen!"

  Just as Chen Ji and Zhou Wan entered the factory gate and were about to walk towards the experiment center, a person shouted excitedly from the busy construction site in the distance.

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