Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

Li Yichen stared at the words "Don't be nervous" twice before putting his phone back in his pocket.

Miao Miao's kite landed on the lawn for the third time. He didn't pick it up; instead, he turned around, went inside, and made a phone call.

"Ling'er, get those two spare T-800s in the precision testing building, the ones with the frames replaced with tungsten alloy."

"Brother, are you taking bodyguards to the capital?" Ling'er's projection jumped out from the watch, her legs crossed. "That's the imperial palace, the safest place."

"The safest place is inside," Li Yichen said, pulling out his suit jacket. "The road doesn't count."

At 9:20 a.m. the next day, two Terminators dressed in black suits stood on the edge of the tarmac. Their ties were tied neatly, and their leather shoes were polished to a shine, but their posture was too stiff, with their heels pressed tightly together.

"Keep your shoulders down by five centimeters," Li Yichen whispered as he passed by. "You're bodyguards, not an honor guard."

Both machines loosened by half at the same time.

The armed helicopter was dispatched by Chen Jianjun, and four guards sat in the cabin. No one spoke the entire way. Halfway through the flight, Ling'er's projection popped up in a red frame in the corner of Li Yichen's field of vision.

[Dark Web Monitoring: High-Priority Bounty Announcements Intercepted]

Li Yichen tapped the side of his watch with his knuckles. The information bar unfolded—

"Brother, I just got this from three onion nodes." Ling'er spoke faster than usual. "A front-glove fund under the CIA of the United States, in conjunction with six overseas underground organizations, has put up a list. One billion US dollars, targeting young researchers who have had contact with Daxia's classified projects in the past three months, codenamed 'Sand Screening'."

"How is the reward written?"

"Indiscriminate infiltration, probing, and elimination. They're unsure who did what happened in the East China Sea, so they plan to screen everyone who might be involved." Ling'er paused. "Brother, you're at the top of the list."

Li Yichen finished reading the line of English names and chuckled.

"A billion US dollars." He leaned back in his chair. "Who do you think you are? The interest my account earns in a month is more than that."

"...Brother, your timing for Versailles is a bit off."

"The timing is perfect." He turned off the projector. "The other side doesn't even know who did it, so they can only cast a wide net. What does that tell us?"

"Does that mean you hid it well?"

"That means they're in a hurry." Li Yichen closed his eyes. "People in a hurry are the most careless."

The wind at the capital's military airport was stronger than in Shanghai. Chen Jianjun stood by the runway, dressed in his uniform, the two stars on his shoulders gleaming in the sunlight.

"Xiao Li!" He strode up to greet him, shaking his hand firmly. "I've come to pick you up in person."

"Commander Chen, you're too kind." Li Yichen withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "I can take a taxi there myself."

"Take a taxi?" Chen Jianjun's eyes widened. "How can that be? Besides, I'm the one who invited you to Beijing. If I let you take a taxi, where will I put my face?"

There were three Hongqi cars, the middle one being the bulletproof version. Li Yichen sat in the back, while the two Terminator cars were positioned one in the front passenger seat and the other to his right. Chen Jianjun sat to his left.

The convoy entered the main road and passed two red lights.

"The person upstairs..." Chen Jianjun hesitated before speaking, "Don't treat this like some grand occasion. He just wants to chat with you and ask how you figured out what you have."

"I'm good at chatting," Li Yichen said, looking out the window. "Just don't test me on chemistry."

Chen Jianjun was taken aback by this remark, then burst out laughing: "You're afraid of the chemistry exam?"

"I'm scared. I once scored 57 on a high school chemistry test."

"Bullshit."

There's a crossroads ahead. Traffic isn't heavy at this time; the lead car has already passed about halfway.

The Terminator in the passenger seat suddenly turned its head.

It wasn't a slow turn; it was a sudden twist, with the angle of the neck being unusually large.

Li Yichen's fingers had just touched the car door.

The next second, all the electronic screens in the car flashed white simultaneously, the car radio blared a piercing shriek, and the needles on the instrument panels all dropped to zero. The center console went black. The roof-mounted police lights of the lead vehicle instantly went out.

Chen Jianjun's expression immediately changed: "Electromagnetism—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A dump truck suddenly appeared from the side of the intersection. Most of its green paint had peeled off, and the bed was overflowing, with sand and gravel spilling out as it bounced around. It hadn't even looked at the red light, flooring the accelerator, its front end directly facing the Hongqi truck in the middle.

Eighty miles per hour, one hundred tons.

Chen Jianjun had seen his share of things on the training field in his life, but at that moment, only one thought remained in his mind—there was no dodge. A bulletproof car could stop bullets, but it couldn't stop a 100-ton dump truck.

He reached out to press Li Yichen's shoulder.

The Terminator on the left has already moved.

He kicked open the bulletproof car door. The door, weighing two hundred kilograms and equipped with a hydraulic lock, was flung out and landed on a lamppost three meters away, the steel plate twisted into a pretzel.

The figure in the black suit leaped out, landing with his knees sinking and his arms outstretched.

It didn't hide.

It went to meet it.

The sound of metal clashing echoed into the truck bed, like someone smashing a block of iron inside a tin bucket. Two arms braced themselves in the center of the dump truck's safety bar, the human-shaped body leaning back at an exaggerated angle, the soles of leather shoes leaving two black marks on the asphalt.

The road surface began to crumble.

The asphalt was plowed open, rolled up, and two deep trenches stretched backward inch by inch. Three meters. Six meters. Ten meters.

The dump truck's engine let out a dying groan, the tachometer hit the redline, the hood was pushed up half a foot, and white smoke mixed with the smell of burning billowed out.

The car stopped fourteen meters away.

Gravel poured out of the truck bed, covering half the street.

The Terminator loosened its grip, twisted its wrist, and the bionic skin on its palms and soles was damaged, revealing the mechanical skeleton beneath.

At the same time, the Terminator on the right side of the car raised its right arm.

A hint of redness flickered in its eyes as its gaze locked onto the exterior wall of the top floor of an office building to the northeast. There hung a high-altitude cleaning basket there, and a person in orange overalls was leaning behind the railing, a metal box beside them, its lid open.

The sleeve split open from the inside. A firing port, less than two centimeters in diameter, protruded from the forearm.

three seconds.

A thin, almost invisible beam of light pierced through the air for 1,200 meters. The person in the gondola leaned back, their orange figure plummeting from the 27th floor.

The metal box then fell down and landed in the green belt below, emitting a wisp of smoke.

From the moment the electromagnetic pulse erupted to this point, the entire process took less than ten seconds.

Inside the carriage, Chen Jianjun's hand was still suspended in mid-air, but the shoulder he was about to press was no longer in its original position—Li Yichen had already shifted his body half a foot to the right.

"Commander Chen," Li Yichen straightened his tie, "please don't let your hands shake."

Chen Jianjun's throat tightened before he could find his voice. He pushed open the right-side door, jumped out, and grabbed the satellite phone—it was interference-resistant and still usable.

"Government garrison! Completely seal off the intersection! Three kilometers radius!" He spoke in a very low voice, but he enunciated each word clearly. "That driver in the dump truck, keep him alive! Just leave him breathing!"

And on the 27th floor of Building 27 in Financial Street, a person fell from the exterior wall. The body and the box have been sealed off; nobody is allowed to touch them!

He hung up the phone and turned around.

Li Yichen has already gotten out of the car.

Li Yichen stood in the middle of the road, which had been plowed into deep furrows. Gravel piled up to his feet, and the wind blew the hem of his coat up slightly. He first looked down at his shoes, brushed off a layer of dust, and then pushed his tie up half a centimeter.

Slow and deliberate.

"Commander Chen," Li Yichen looked up, "I haven't even had a sip of this tea, and you've already pulled off a hardcore magic trick for me on the streets of Beijing?"

Chen Jianjun blushed. A real blush, burning from his ears all the way down to his neck.

A lieutenant general, in his own country's capital, in a motorcade he personally arranged, had someone reach out to the door of the VIP's car.

"Xiao Li, this matter..." His throat was hoarse, "...is my responsibility. I apologize to you."

"Commander Chen," Li Yichen waved his hand, "I was just joking, no need to apologize, I'm fine."

"But this is the route I arranged, and the convoy I assigned."

"The route is fine." Li Yichen glanced in the direction of the office building. "They've been advertising wall cleaning services on the roof for three days. Their equipment came from civilian channels, and their dump trucks are registered as municipal projects. No matter how thoroughly you investigate, you won't find a legally registered cleaning team that would commit murder."

Chen Jianjun was stunned: "How did you know it had been hanging for three days?"

Li Yichen turned and got into the car. "This is all information that Ling'er found out."

The lead car's electronic system burned out, so a backup car was used to clear the way. The armored car was missing a door, and wind was pouring in. Li Yichen sat on the open side, not wearing a seatbelt.

"Those two..." Chen Jianjun sat next to him, his eyes fixed on the back of the head of the person in the front row, "Are they the Terminators?"

"Fully equipped version," Li Yichen said. "The skeleton has been replaced with a superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy, which is much stronger than the batch given to the military region. I reckon that one just now didn't have a single bent bone."

Chen Jianjun remained silent the entire way.

Upon arrival, the convoy was not stopped or inspected. Guards stood every three steps along the red wall, their eyes scanning the license plates before saluting and raising the barrier.

Stepping inside was like entering another world. The noise of traffic outside was completely blocked by the walls, leaving only the sound of the wind whistling through the old locust trees. The blue brick path was swept clean, without a single fallen leaf.

Passing through two gates, you enter a traditional courtyard house. Two old lanterns hang under the eaves, their paper yellowed with age.

There was a rattan tea table and two chairs in the courtyard.

An elderly man sat on one of the tables, dressed in dark gray casual clothes with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, bending over and fiddling with a purple clay teapot. Most of his hair was white, and his movements were slow but steady.

Chen Jianjun stopped at the gate of the courtyard, standing straight, not daring to step inside.

The old man looked up and laughed: "Jianjun, what are you doing standing at the door? I don't eat people."

"Mr. Lu, I..."

"Did something happen on the road?" The old man continued pouring boiling water into the kettle without stopping.

Chen Jianjun's back tensed even more: "Yes. Twenty minutes ago, at..."

"We'll talk about it later." The old man raised his hand to stop him, his eyes falling on Li Yichen. "You are Li Yichen."

"Greetings, sir."

"Sit down." The old man gestured to the chair opposite him. "Don't call me 'leader,' it sounds awkward. How old are you?"

"Twenty-five."

"My grandson is about your age. If you don't mind, you can call me Grandpa Lu." The old man picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup in front of Li Yichen. He did it without asking anyone else. The waiter standing next to him wanted to come forward, but he raised his hand to stop him. "Da Hong Pao, it was a gift from someone. They said it was picked from an old tree. I can't tell the difference between good and bad, I just smell it."

The tea soup is amber in color, and the aroma of agarwood rises from the rim of the cup.

"Here, have a sip to calm your nerves." The old man pushed the cup toward him.

Li Yichen accepted it with both hands.

"However..." The old man leaned back in his chair, his eyes lingering for a moment on the two figures in black suits behind him before returning to their original position. The wrinkles at the corners of his mouth relaxed slightly. "Look at the methods around you. The ones who should be calming down aren't you. They're the mud rats hiding in the pipes."

There was a two-second silence in the courtyard.

Chen Jianjun stood by the door, not daring to breathe.

Li Yichen picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The bottom of the cup tapped softly on the wooden table.

"The tea is quite good." He set the cup down, looked up at the old man, and said, "As for the rats—since they dared to crawl out of their holes, they shouldn't even think about crawling back in alive."