Break out of the courtyard

Chapter 981 Revenge After More Than a Year

Tang Xin stood by the window, gazing at the night view of Victoria Harbour. Hearing the bathroom door open, she turned back to the bedside and asked Chen Shuting, who had just finished showering, with a hint of worry:
"Shuting, my husband is going to a meeting tomorrow. I hope nothing will go wrong!"

Chen Shuting untied the waterproof headscarf from her head and smiled, "Don't worry, Sister Xin. Those Japanese and Korean people are scheming against us, but they don't know that our husbands are scheming against them too."

"Although the old Bu family has been dealt with by Xiao Ke, there are still people on the Japanese island who are at large!"

"Since they dared to conspire to attack my husband with a car bomb, they can't blame us for retaliating by any means necessary!"

Tang Xin recalled the scene on the evening of January 29th last year when Zhang Heping was hit by a car bomb. Even now, thinking about it still makes her feel terrified and extremely frightened.

Tang Xin never expected that her husband, after enduring so much, would still not give up on revenge.

Tang Xin had heard that Zhang Heping had accepted compensation from Rimei and thought that the matter was over. However, after the unexpected death of Lao Bu's family, she learned from Chen Shuting that it was Xiao Ke who had avenged their husbands in order to obtain the Lifespan 120 potion.

Thinking about it this way, there are probably people on the Japanese island who want the Lifespan 120 potion and are helping their family take revenge!
Fearing she might accidentally let something slip, Tang Xin didn't press for more details but instead inquired about the security arrangements for tomorrow.

……

Old Hua was hesitating whether to go to the hospital to say hello to Mr. Ke, who had sneaked over, when his thoughts were interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

Upon seeing that the caller ID showed it was Elder Yang, a thought flashed through Elder Hua's mind: Could it be that they were also using satellites to monitor Zhang Heping's movements?

"Hey, Lao Yang! Still not asleep so late?" Old Hua asked with a smile, trying to make his tone sound relaxed.

However, when Mr. Hua heard what Mr. Yang said on the other end of the phone, his feigned ease vanished instantly.

"The Imperial House and the Shinto Tokugawa Shrine in the East City of Japan were set on fire with gasoline? Who did it?" Old Hua asked in a deep voice, his free left hand resting on the shoulder of the thin, middle-aged captain.

Without needing Hua Lao's prompting, the gaunt middle-aged captain immediately used satellites to retrieve images of Tokyo, Japan, and then locked onto two locations of fire.

Hua stared at the satellite monitoring screen on the monitor, listening to Yang's speculation on the other end of the phone.

Finally, Hua Lao said solemnly into the phone, "Until this matter is thoroughly investigated, all speculations must remain unresolved to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Yes! Consultant Zhang is at Hong Kong Island Peace Hospital right now!"

As soon as Mr. Hua hung up the phone and put his hand down, he heard the young people around him excitedly whispering among themselves.

"Which brave warrior accomplished the feat I've always wanted to do but never dared to put into practice!"

"Good for them! The bigger the area burned, the better! Let's see how they'll worship after that!"

"It's hard to say. What if the Japanese rebuild on the same site? They'll still be worshipping those demons and monsters every year!"

"Then let's burn it again! Although I can't set fire to their sacred toilet, I believe that if one happens, another will follow, and more brave people will stand up to help them face reality!"

……

"Boss, there's a fire in Dongdu!" The bodyguard captain whispered to Zhang Heping, then covered the camera on his phone, which was on a video call, and showed Zhang Heping the fire.

Zhang Heping nodded slightly, then took out his phone and used satellite software to check the ground fire situation in Dongdu.

A moment later, Zhang Heping sent two more messages on his phone:
[After daybreak, inform Yoshida Miwako's mother to prepare to transfer the little one to Shenzhen Peace Hospital for limb repair surgery.]

[Inform Mr. Watanabe's fifth son that their father has passed the trial for the Life Extension 120 drug and will be taking it next month!]

After sending text messages to the two department heads, Zhang Heping put his phone in his pocket.

However, before he could even check Xiao Ke's test report, his phone rang twice in quick succession.

Then he saw two text message replies:
Okay, Professor Zhang! At Shenzhen Peace Hospital, which doctor in the Regenerative and Repair Department should I contact?

[Received. After notifying the family and obtaining the signed trial agreement, we will begin preliminary examinations for the patient.]

Zhang Heping sent a message to the head of the orthopedics department at Hong Kong Island Peace Hospital, then put his phone back in his pocket.

Sometimes, it's hard to imagine what you can accomplish unless you push yourself.

Just like the father of the little girl Yoshida Miwako and the three sons of Mr. Watanabe, who would have thought that these four ordinary Japanese people would dare to set fire in the middle of the night?

However, this is just the appetizer; the excitement tonight is destined to go far beyond this.

That said, if Japan and South Korea hadn't brought in so many mercenaries, he might have delayed his retaliation for several more years.

In the empty imaging building, Xiao Ke's various tests were completed quickly.

Just after Xiao Ke was taken to an empty ward in the cosmetic surgery department, the black-haired female secretary took advantage of the moment when all the medical staff went out and whispered to Xiao Ke about the two fire sites in the East City of Japan.

"I think this fire might be related to Mr. Zhang!" the black-haired female secretary added as a final comment.

“No need to delve into it!” Xiao Ke said calmly, clasping his hands to his chest as he leaned back on the bed. “They provoked Mr. Zhang first, so whatever happens afterward is the natural outcome.”

The black-haired female secretary thought that arson was too crude and that they should create an accident like they did, leaving the outside world speechless.

Just then, medical staff came in, and they both stopped talking.

Although the examination report hadn't been released yet, Zhang Heping didn't need it. He only needed to glance at the examination items to get a general idea of ​​what was going on.

When he arrived at the inpatient department, the medical staff there had already completed the preliminary preparations.

"Teacher Zhang!" Director Shu of the cosmetic surgery department stopped Zhang Heping and whispered, "This patient named Freyer has a problem. When he signs his name, he has to copy the name on his passport!"

"I know, but don't worry!" Zhang Heping casually reassured him, then asked Director Shu to prepare the medicine, while he strode into Xiao Ke's ward.

"I've reviewed all your tests, and you're in excellent health." Zhang Heping approached the bedside and said to Xiao Ke, who was leaning against the headboard, "Let me confirm with you one last time, are you really going to use the Lifespan 120 potion now?"

“Yes, Mr. Zhang!” Xiao Ke was wearing a mask, and only the smile in his eyes revealed his emotions. “I like being the Grand Steward. I want to be the Grand Steward for several more decades after I finish using the Lifespan 120 Potion!”

Zhang Heping nodded, then sat on the empty bed in the middle, waiting for Director Shu from the cosmetic surgery department to come over.

Xiao Ke's examination was completed quickly, and the injection of Lifespan 120 was administered even faster.

On the contrary, it took a lot of time for Director Shu of the cosmetic surgery department to give the medical advice.

At 2:30 a.m., Zhang Heping escorted Xiao Ke and his black-haired female secretary to the small pier of the Hong Kong Island Peace College, watched them board the cruise ship they had come from, and then returned to Victoria Peak with his bodyguards to rest.

No sooner had the two groups parted ways than they received the same message: a Boeing passenger plane bound for the United States had crashed near the Imperial Palace in Tokyo, Japan, with the number of casualties unknown.

Meanwhile, Old Hua, who was about to lie back down on his single bed for a nap, was also jolted awake by this news. The crucial point was that his first thought upon seeing the message was of the large passenger plane that had been shot down by the dove-eye air defense system atop Victoria Peak!

After extensive investigations, it was vaguely discovered that the large passenger plane may have been killed by Japanese or American people.

Considering the crash of the large passenger plane at Dongdu Huangwu Airport, it was hard for Elder Hua to believe that this wasn't Zhang Heping's revenge!

The only difference is that the Toto Imperial Palace, where the passenger plane crashed this time, did not have an air defense system that could have broken the passenger plane into pieces!

The message was received by far more than just Zhang Heping, Hua Lao, and Xiao Ke.

Even a few Japanese islanders who had just boarded the ship and were preparing to escape Hong Kong Island received similar notification text messages.

"Ito-sama, should we cancel tomorrow's operation? If the Peace Group finds out that we did it, even if we escape back to Japan Island, we may still face their retaliation, and it may even affect our families!"

"Yamamoto-kun, this is not a decision we can make!"

"No! Ito-sama! You can do it! The Americans have already slowed our operations down, haven't they?"

How did you know that the Americans wanted us to delay our actions?

……

On the morning of the 12th, the morning newspapers in Hong Kong and Macau did not report on the fire in Tokyo, Japan, nor did they report on the Boeing passenger plane crash.

However, related news has been reported on Peace Media's news portal "MediaNet" and on the World Internet Forum.

However, compared to the upcoming virtual reality game console from the Peace Group, those matters are trivial and can be ignored by most people, because they are none of their business.

Zhangbei opened the Frog Brain Dream Test three days ahead of schedule, so the authenticity of the virtual dream game has been preliminarily confirmed.

The people gathered at the Media Building in Central, Hong Kong Island, include not only those who want to personally test virtual dream games, but also many who want to join the research in this field.

A few years ago, when Zhang Heping first started sharing various computer technologies, most of the first people who seized the opportunity and learned on their own by following Zhang Heping's teaching videos and textbooks caught the current internet trend.

Although Zhang Heping said that the internet boom was an internet bubble, one indisputable fact is that computer talent has become a hot commodity, and almost every company is recruiting people who know how to use computers.

Therefore, even those who did not qualify to attend the conference wanted to gather near the media building to try and get some of the good fortune that the virtual dream game might bring.

Although their idea was good, the Hong Kong police and the Eagle Army, who had been busy for half the night, did not give them the opportunity to gather near the media building.

These Hong Kong police and military personnel arrived before dawn to set up roadblocks and stop people, and also called in some bodyguards and security guards from the Umbrella Corporation to maintain order.

The entire Umbrella Security Company was happy to have an easy time and was naturally happy to cooperate.

Who told the big boss to keep telling them, "You're not Hong Kong police officers. You're taking their jobs. Do you want them to lose their jobs?"
Zhang Heping was delayed at home for a while, mainly because Zhang Long and Zhang Hu insisted on accompanying their father to the meeting.

In the end, Zhang Heping didn't bring anyone with him, not even Chen Shuting, who was also prevented from leaving the house.

The retaliation against Japan has only just begun. There are still many Japanese people and mercenaries on Hong Kong Island. There's no need to let my wife and children take the risk with him today.

Unfortunately, Zhang Heping is destined to be disappointed today.

Leaving aside the pressure from the mainland, the Hong Kong government has no choice but to prioritize the safety and well-being of Zhang Heping.

Just the few phone calls that Xiao Ke made last night after taking his medication and leaving Hong Kong Island to warn the Japanese islanders reduced the risk of today by more than half.

Zhang Heping got out of his car in the underground parking garage of the media building and then entered a temporary private elevator guarded by bodyguards on each floor.

When he arrived at the venue in Zhangbei, which had been tested for several days, he saw that the first three rows of seats were empty, while the aisles on both sides were full of people.

Zhang Heping walked to the edge of the stage, took a white wireless headset from a staff member, and then put on the headset as he walked onto the stage, which had been shrunk and temporarily converted into a podium.

"The first three rows are empty. Anyone without a seat, come and sit in the front!" Zhang Heping said casually, then had his bodyguards place the helmet and the Frog Brain server on the rectangular table in the middle of the podium.

Meanwhile, in the audience, after hearing Zhang Heping say that they could sit in the first three rows, those young people who hadn't participated in the previous test sessions and were already somewhat skeptical rushed over.

Some people in the fourth and fifth rows even flipped over the backs of their chairs and ran to the front to sit.

As they filled the first few rows of empty seats, the congestion disappeared immediately.

"We'll start whenever you can quiet down," Zhang Heping said to the noisy audience as he debugged the Frog Brain server.

With reminders from the attendees, the meeting room quieted down in less than a minute.

"Let me first explain the rules for today's virtual dream game test." As Zhang Heping spoke, he put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. "Two people in a group will come up on stage to experience the charm of the virtual dream game."

"To allow more people to experience this amazing game, each group is limited to 1 minute."

"The selection rules are simple: starting from the last row, to my left, two people go on stage to test, two people wait offstage, two people wait in the aisle, and the rest wait in their seats."

"Did the people in the back row understand?" Zhang Heping looked at the participants in the left back row who wanted to move but dared not. "If you understand, then start moving. We'll explain and test at the same time, and try to let everyone experience it."

Guided by the bodyguards on the left, the three groups of people in front of Zhang Heping followed Zhang's instructions: one group went on stage, one group stayed offstage, and one group remained in the middle of the left aisle.

Zhang Heping didn't say anything to the two people who excitedly walked onto the stage, letting the two bodyguards guide them to put on their helmets.

He didn't use his mental power to levitate the two helmets in public to show off. His powerful mental power was his trump card. Although many people, such as Elder Hua and Elder Qian, knew about it, outsiders didn't, and most ordinary people didn't know either.

"I previously published a paper on mental strength at the World Internet Forum."

While addressing the audience, Zhang Heping also diverted his mental energy to monitor the overflowing mental energy of the two test subjects behind him, to prevent them from harming others.

"I remember there were many comments at the time saying that I had run out of ideas and, like Newton in his later years, had started to study theology."

"Here, I need to clarify that the research on mental power is not theological research. On the contrary, two photos sent to me by Area 51 in the United States made me feel that it might be related to God!"

"To be precise, it should be related to a race with a very advanced technological civilization!"

"Of course, the contents of the two photos sent to me by Area 51 of the United States still need to be further verified, and we will not discuss them today."

"Next, I won't go into too much depth of theory. I'll just give you a simple explanation of the operating logic of this virtual dream game and how it's set up."

"Maybe you'll be able to build your own virtual dream game someday..."

(End of this chapter)