Vice Minister Qian's body suddenly froze.
The hand holding the magnifying glass began to shake violently.
"Bug..."
"Eating..."
The childlike voice uttering these two words felt like two heavy hammers, pounding his crown.
The view under the magnifying glass was frighteningly clear.
The tiny black bug, smaller than a sesame seed, was gleaming with a strange metallic luster, and its sharp mouthpiece was forcefully pressed against the green stem of the No. 9 wheat seedling.
It applied force.
Exerting all its strength, it attempted to pierce through the seemingly fragile surface.
"Click."
A barely audible, yet crystal-clear sound in the dead silent laboratory.
Vice Minister Qian saw it.
The sharp, needle-like mouthpiece of the tiny bug broke.
And the stem of the No. 9 wheat seedling remained intact.
Not a scratch was left.
"Clang"
