A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

The dust settled slowly in the pale blue light.

The concrete wall, riddled with spiderweb-like cracks, resembled several abstract reliefs, embedding four mercenaries whose fates were unknown. The air was thick with the smell of ozone from high-voltage ionization, mixed with a faint stench of blood.

Bai Che raised the mechanical arm and casually brushed off the still-warm metal hand, as if swatting dandruff off his collar.

"Looks like I'll have to reduce the power of 'cleaning mode' by five percent next time." He stared at the barely perceptible wear on the joint of the robotic arm, his brow furrowing slightly, as if the one-sided crushing just now was merely a failed parameter adjustment. "The hardness of this material's skeleton is not worthy of consuming so much energy."

Su Wanqing leaned against the lab bench, her chest still heaving. She looked at the man standing in the middle of the ruins, his back stretched long by the blue light. The fear that had filled her mind was slowly being swallowed up by another emotion.

It was a kind of almost blind sense of security.

It's like being thrown into the deep sea and suddenly finding yourself riding on the back of a whale.

"Is it over?" Su Wanqing's voice was a little hoarse, and she subconsciously wanted to get closer to him.

"Theoretically, it's over, but some people clearly don't understand what 'stopping the loss' means." Bai Che didn't turn around, a playful smile curving his lips as he raised his gaze slightly, locking onto the ventilation duct opening in the corner of the ceiling.

At the same time, several desperate roars suddenly erupted from the mercenaries' deathly silent encrypted communication channel.

"The captain's done for! That monster... that monster isn't human at all!"

"Mission failed! Execute Scorched Earth Plan! Since we can't kill him, let's blow up this tunnel and die together!"

Those were the last two heavy firepower support personnel remaining at the ventilation shaft entrance. After witnessing firsthand (through the last footage transmitted back by the captain) the miraculous "repulsion cannon" just now, their psychological defenses completely collapsed, and fear fueled extreme madness.

Sizzle—crunch!

A sickening metallic cutting sound exploded overhead. The louvers of the ventilation duct were violently kicked open, and two dark figures dangled upside down, half their bodies protruding out.

There were no tactical maneuvers, nor any hesitation in aiming.

Those were two dark green AT4 anti-tank rocket launchers.

This weapon, usually used against armored personnel carriers, now had its dark muzzle pointed directly at the narrow center of the laboratory.

In this confined underground space of less than 200 square meters, once these two high-explosive rockets detonate, the resulting high temperature, high pressure, and shockwave will be enough to turn this place into an absolute vacuum dead zone. No one can survive; even Bai Che, wearing an exoskeleton, will have his internal organs shattered.

"Work for nothing!!"

Li Jianguo, who had just caught his breath in front of the screen, felt as if he had been doused with ice water the moment he saw this scene, and his heart clenched violently again. These lunatics! They're going to take everyone down with them!

"Go to hell!!!"

The two mercenaries roared at the top of their lungs and slammed their fingers into the triggers.

puff!puff!

Two orange-red plumes of flame expanded instantly at the ventilation opening, accompanied by a piercing whistle. Two 84mm high-explosive rockets were launched from the barrel, spinning and hurtling towards Bai Che and Su Wanqing with destructive kinetic energy.

The distance to death was less than fifteen meters.

Given the rocket's initial velocity of over 200 meters per second, they only had 0.07 seconds to react.

"Be careful!"

Su Wanqing's mind went blank; instinct beat her reason. Instead of taking cover, she lunged at Bai Che again, trying to use the light shield of her "anti-wolf device" to block the attack for him.

Even though she knew it might be in vain.

But Bai Che didn't move.

He neither dodged nor activated the repulsive shield he had previously used. Under the frantically refreshed data stream reflected in the holographic glasses, a hint of excitement, like a hunter eyeing its prey, even flashed in his dark eyes.

"Perfect, let's use it to test the upper limit of the magnetic flux of this 'unicorn arm'."

Bai Che whispered, and the arc reactor in his chest suddenly erupted with a low roar like a dragon's cry.

The previously steady output of the pale blue light turned into a blinding white in an instant.

"Stop!"

Bai Che bent his legs slightly, and his thick mechanical right arm suddenly spread its five fingers. The coil structure in the palm, which was originally used to launch the repulsion cannon, instantly reversed the direction of the current.

Om-! ! !

A terrifying magnetic field, invisible to the naked eye and with an intensity of thousands of Tesla, instantly enveloped the fan-shaped area in front of him.

Time seemed to have gone awry at that moment.

The two rockets, whistling with death and less than three meters from Bai Che's nose, suddenly seemed to have crashed into a layer of solidified amber.

There was no sound of impact.

They stopped in mid-air without any warning.

The solid rocket motor at the tail was still spewing flames wildly, and the projectile was trembling violently due to the enormous inertia and magnetic resistance, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic fatigue sound.

But they just couldn't make an inch of progress.

It was as if I was being held tightly in the palm of an invisible God.

The rocket's metal casing rapidly glowed red and heated under the influence of a strong magnetic field, causing visible ripples in the surrounding air due to distortion.

"What...what is this?"

In the dark web live stream room, the screen, which was originally filled with "RIP" and "Game Over" comments, suddenly dropped.

Thousands of arms dealers, assassin brokers, and intelligence brokers from around the world were staring intently at the scene on the screen, which defied the laws of physics, as if they were ducks with their necks being choked.

Catching a blade barehanded?

No, it's catching an RPG bare-handed!

"Newton must be turning in his grave..." someone posted a comment on the screen.

Inside the laboratory, Bai Che stared at the two rockets still stubbornly struggling before him, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead. The cooling fan on the robotic arm was already running at its limit, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

"It's quite powerful."

He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing an arrogant disdain for the world.

"Anything made of metal, in my magnetic field, will be subject to the force of dragons coiling and tigers crouching. As for you..."

Bai Che glanced at the two mercenaries who were already terrified at the ventilation shaft, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Did you learn about Newton's Third Law in junior high school physics? It's about action and reaction."

Snapped.

He snapped his fingers crisply.

"go back!"

With this soft shout, the polarity of the magnetic field in the palm of the robotic arm instantly reversed.

The terrifying suction that originally bound the rocket instantly transformed into an even more violent thrust.

boom!

The two rockets flew back at an even faster speed than when they came!

Like two enraged fire dragons, they precisely darted back into that narrow vent.

"No--!!!"

The screams of the two mercenaries were barely out of their mouths when they were drowned out by a huge explosion.

Boom! ...

A dull, loud bang exploded deep inside the ventilation duct.

The entire experimental building trembled. Two streams of flame, mixed with bits of flesh and twisted metal, spewed out from the ventilation vents, but were easily blocked three meters away by a pale blue magnetic barrier that Bai Che casually erected.

Everything returned to calm.

Only a few wisps of black smoke drifted slowly down from the ceiling.

Su Wanqing slumped to the ground, staring at the man who stood like a god, her eyes glazed over, as if she were looking at someone who did not belong to this world.

Bai Che retracted his mechanical arm, and the blue light on his chest gradually softened.

Ignoring the mess around him, he slowly walked up to the unconscious captain, "Shadow".

The tactical recorder on Youying's chest was still flashing red, faithfully recording everything.

Bai Che squatted down, his handsome face close to the camera, as if he were face to face with everyone on the other side of the screen.

"Have you seen enough?"

His voice was clearly transmitted through the internet to the ears of every voyeur around the world.

New York, Queens, a secluded basement of a safe house.

Anderson, the middleman with a face full of scars, was holding a glass of whiskey, his hands trembling as if he were shaking. The deep, cold eyes on the screen seemed to pierce through thousands of miles of fiber optics, directly into his soul.

"This madman... he's a demon..." Anderson frantically tried to disconnect the connection and unplug the power.

But it was too late.

"Fuxi".

Bai Che spoke to the camera in a calm tone, as if he were ordering takeout, "Follow this network cable and see who is helping me inspect the security system."

[Command confirmed.]

[Reverse tracing of the signal source... Stepping stone 1 breached... Stepping stone 7 breached... Quantum encryption protocol shattered.]

[Target locked: IP address 192.168.XX, physical address: safe house in 47th block, Queens, New York, USA.]

Just three seconds.

For Fuxi's vast computing power, which was ahead of its time, the so-called dark web firewall was simply like a thin sheet of paper.

"Found it."

Bai Che looked at the information that popped up on the holographic glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and he revealed a devilish smile to the camera.

"Mr. Anderson, how's the whiskey?"

Clang.

In a New York basement, Anderson's wine glass fell to the floor and shattered. He stared in horror at his computer screen—the live stream had vanished, replaced by his own horrified face, frantically unplugging the internet cable!

His webcam was hacked!

"Since you enjoy watching live streams so much, then don't waste your time."

Bai Che stood up and waved his hand at the void.

"Since you enjoy violence so much, then I'll teach you what true power is—the power of knowledge."

next second.

The dark web livestream room, which brought together thousands of top criminals from around the world and generated hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue every second, was instantly hijacked.

All the bloody, violent, and killing scenes have disappeared.

Instead, a high-definition video with clear and distinct pronunciation was shown.

People's Education Press Junior High School Physics: Magnetic Fields and Electromagnetic Induction Phenomena.

On the screen, a kind teacher is holding a small compass needle and a coil, patiently explaining the principle of generating electric current by cutting magnetic field lines.

At the same time, a bold, large red barrage of text dominated the screens of all the gangsters and warlords:

[Zero Boundary Technology kindly reminds you: If you're not cultured, don't try to play with guns.]

[Today's homework: Copy Ohm's Law one hundred times, otherwise next time it won't be your hand that melts, it will be your brain.]

Dead silence.

The entire underground world fell into an unprecedented silence.

The wanted poster for "Assassinate Bai Che," which had been prominently displayed in red and bold at the top of the dark web, quickly turned gray under everyone's watchful eyes, and was finally labeled with a conspicuous tag—

[Cannot be completed (the mission objective has been surpassed)].

That night, countless people will have nightmares because of that junior high school physics video.

And in the laboratory on the third basement level.

Bai Che took off his glasses, rubbed his slightly sore temples, and turned to look at Su Wanqing, who was still sitting on the ground in a daze.

The suffocating pressure emanating from him vanished instantly, and he reverted to his lazy junior self.

"Um... senior," Bai Che pointed to the still-smoking ash from the vent, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly, "is this considered a work injury? Can the repair costs be reimbursed?"

Su Wanqing: "..."