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

"Fire!" Accompanied by the ground commander's hoarse roar, the 120mm smoothbore guns of twelve M1A2 main battle tanks simultaneously spat fire.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile sliced ​​through the air, accompanied by a deathly whistle, heading straight for its target.

The giant yellow figure braved the artillery fire, his massive legs slamming into the sand. The dune beneath his feet collapsed, creating a deep crater, and sand gushed into the air like a fountain. He neither dodged nor flinched; his enormous body, like a dark yellow meteorite, crashed headlong into the armored formation.

"Bang!"

He crashed directly into the frontal armor of an M1A2 tank. The steel behemoth, weighing over sixty tons, was sent sliding backward for more than ten meters, its tracks carving two deep furrows in the sand.

Amidst the deafening explosion, flames engulfed his figure.

Before the commander could catch his breath, a giant hand covered in bone spurs suddenly emerged from the thick smoke and grabbed the edge of the tank's turret.

A sickeningly sharp, grating sound of steel twisting and turning exploded. The five-meter-tall Yellow Giant emerged from the smoke, his dark yellow keratin layer bearing only a few shallow white marks, not even a broken skin. His arm muscles bulged in layers, and fluorescent yellow mucus flowed wildly in his thick blood vessels, stretching his skin to almost transparency.

"Get up!" With a roar that sounded inhuman, the giant hands gripped the turret tightly.

He ripped the several-ton turret out of its stalks. The chassis's connecting gears shattered, the thick hydraulic pipes broke, and engine oil mixed with sparks sprayed everywhere. The crew inside didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into a bloody pulp by the deformed armor plates, blood flowing down the tracks.

"Fire! Don't stop! Use armor-piercing rounds!" the commander roared hysterically into the communications channel.

The giant swung the still-smoking tank turret in his hand, using it like a giant solid iron hammer. He twisted his waist, exerted force, and his thick spine emitted a series of cracking sounds. The turret, creating a gust of wind, slammed into a Bradley armored personnel carrier that was reversing to the side.

"Bang!"

The armored vehicle resembled a crushed soda can, its entire body folded in half and caved in, its tracks snapping off as it flew dozens of meters before crashing into a sand dune. The ammunition inside the vehicle detonated, sending fireballs soaring into the sky. The dozen or so fully armed soldiers inside didn't even utter a sound; they were instantly pressed against the armor plating.

"Monster! Shoot him in the eyes!" a soldier shouted in despair, firing wildly with his M249 light machine gun, leaving spent cartridges scattered all over the ground.

The giant didn't protect his head at all, letting the bullets hit his face. He strode over the burning wreckage, stomped on a Hummer, grabbed half of an anti-aircraft machine gun barrel, and hurled it like a javelin, pinning the firing machine gunner and sandbag to the ground.

In less than ten minutes.

The supposedly impregnable heavily armored defenses had become a scrap metal yard. Burning tank wreckage, scattered guns, and mutilated corpses littered the sand. Hundreds of elite soldiers were either dead or had fled, leaving the rest lying in pools of blood, groaning in agony.

The giant dropped the turret he was carrying, now deformed from the impact, raised his head, and glanced at the attack helicopters in mid-air with his large, bell-like eyes. He seemed to have lost interest in these tiny insects flying in the sky. With a powerful leap, his massive body disappeared completely into the vast expanse of yellow sand in the Nevada desert.

Inside the cabin of Marine One helicopter.

Te Kao Pu was pressed against the porthole, his face against the bulletproof glass, his breathing heavy and labored. His gaze was fixed on the burning ruins below.

Surprisingly, this most powerful man in the world showed no sympathy for the fallen soldiers, nor fear of the monster. Instead, a near-morbidly fanatical flame burned in his cloudy eyes.

"Perfect..." he squeezed out two words, then turned around, grabbed Dr. Smith, who was slumped in his seat, by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Did you see that? Are you blind?!" The reliable guy spat all over Smith's face, his chubby cheeks trembling with excitement. "Perfect! He's a masterpiece, a gift from God! He can tear tanks apart with his bare hands! He's not even afraid of main guns!"

Smith's eyes rolled back as he was being strangled, his hands frantically grabbing at the reliable man's wrists: "Mr. President... but he's out of control... he killed hundreds of us... he's even immune to brainstem bombs..."

"Shut up!" The reliable guy shoved him back into his seat, pointing his finger at his nose. "Out of control? Then grab him! Study him! Control him!"

He roared at the head of the intelligence agency, "Pass on my orders! Mobilize the main force, deploy fighter jets, bring out the entire National Guard! Bring this treasure back to me at all costs!"

With his arms outstretched as if embracing the entire cabin, the reliable man's voice rose to a crescendo: "As long as we can mass-produce this biological weapon and build an army of Yellow Giants, all those Great Xia robots and those damn aliens will tremble at the feet of America! Next year's election, I won't even need to prepare a campaign speech; I'll just lead this monster to Times Square and show it to them!"

Everything in the picture.

Ten thousand meters above the stratosphere.

The sky was clear and blue, and the air currents were turbulent.

A streak of dark golden light cleaved through the clouds, moving so fast that even its afterimage couldn't be caught.

Li Yichen, clad in his dark gold vibranium nanotech armor, soared freely through the sky like a shooting star. Miniature cold fusion thrusters on the back of the armor emitted eerie blue flames, and sonic boom clouds exploded in concentric rings behind him.

Mach 10.

"Awesome! This is what real flying is all about!" Li Yichen laughed heartily over the communication channel.

This is a completely different concept from sitting in an airplane cabin. By physically resisting gravity, you can stand on top of the clouds, with wind resistance perfectly cut through by the energy field composed of nanoparticles.

The armor's perfect life support system was functioning perfectly. The sub-zero temperatures at tens of degrees below zero at 10,000 meters altitude, as well as the terrifying overload brought by Mach 10, were all absorbed and filtered by the inner layer. He felt as comfortable as if he were lying on the sofa in his own villa, and even the oxygen he breathed had a refreshing minty scent.

He glanced down and saw the endless white clouds beneath his feet, like cotton candy, and the distant coastline outlining a perfect arc at the edge of his vision.

"Power output only accounts for 15%, the heart of this cold fusion is indeed powerful." Li Yichen licked his lips and thought to himself.

With the reactor output power increasing, he prepared to raise the pitch angle and dash directly towards the edge of the higher atmosphere to test the limits of this suit.

Just then, Ling'er's holographic projection popped up on the retinal screen inside the armor without warning.

The little girl wasn't wearing her work clothes today; she'd changed into a floral dress, but the expression on her face was extremely strange. Her brows were furrowed, and the corners of her mouth were twitching, as if she'd seen something disgusting.

"Brother, stop flying for a second, slow down a bit." Ling'er pointed to the side of the screen, her tone urgent. "Quick, look at the live monitoring I sent you. Area 51 in America just exploded. It seems like they've come up with some really ugly thing."

"Exploded? Did TeKaoPu set the base on fire?" Li Yichen reduced his power output, hovering steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters. The dark gold armor reflected a dazzling luster in the sunlight.

"He went too far with his biochemical experiments." Ling'er gestured with her hand.

A set of high-definition images captured by the satellite immediately appeared on the retina screen.

In a vast desert of yellow sand, a five-meter-tall, muscular monster covered in a yellowish-brown color was holding a tank turret upside down, smashing an armored vehicle into a pancake like it was swinging a sledgehammer.

As the camera zooms in, the monster's keratinous layer, bone spurs, and even the fluorescent yellow slime flowing in its blood vessels are all clearly visible.

A helicopter was frantically maneuvering in mid-air, the camera constantly focused on the monster.

When Li Yichen saw the image clearly, his eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Holy crap?"

He hovered in mid-air, pointing at the monster on the screen, his face full of absurdity: "The Hulk? No... isn't this some kind of yellow giant who fell into a cesspool and didn't get properly cleaned?"

Ling'er nodded vigorously beside her: "Brother, that's such a perfect description. I just checked their communication data, and it turns out that TeKaoPu has merged the genetic sequence from the alien spaceship wreckage with that of a Navy SEAL."

As a result, the gene was so aggressive that it turned people into monsters, which then went on a rampage.

Li Yichen touched the armored mask on his chin and chuckled.

"That old guy, TeKaoPu, has quite the imagination." He watched the monster disappear into the desert with a few leaps in the video. "He even came up with this kind of bio-monster? This old man will inject anything into his veins for votes. Doesn't he worry that this thing might climb into his bed at night and eat him like a giant hamburger?"

"Brother, this monster's physical defense is ridiculously high. A 120mm smoothbore cannon shot at it head-on and it didn't even break its skin."

Ling'er pulled up several sets of combat data and plotted some curves on the screen. "If he really mass-produces them, it will be a problem for our simplified Terminator models. After all, those security guard skeletons are just ordinary titanium alloy. If they really go head-to-head, they might get destroyed by this monster."

"It is a bit troublesome, but it's nothing special!" Li Yichen chuckled dismissively, his tone filled with absolute contempt. "No matter how thick its skin is, can it withstand the high-powered laser cannon attack from my space carrier? Or, once my orbital laser satellite is launched, can it withstand being targeted by it? To put it another way, can this thing withstand the pure physical attacks from my Titan armor?"

He flicked his finger in the air: "He's so reliable, wanting to save the world with a bunch of mutated muscles, so let him do it. Carbon-based life forms, no matter how much they mutate, are just a bunch of slightly harder proteins in the face of real interstellar heavy firepower. One laser shot and they'll be vaporized without even leaving ash."

Ling'er blinked: "Then we just ignore him?"

"Why should we care? All he can think about right now is how to catch this yellow-skinned rat. He doesn't have time to worry about us building a factory in Shanghai."

Li Yichen readjusted his battle armor stance, the dark blue tail flame erupting once more, a surge of power washing over him. "Our current goal is the stars and the sea, the base on the far side of the moon, that Spirit Star that's all lumps of iron. Who has time to play in the mud on Earth with him?"

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thin clouds to the deep universe above.

"Hehe, it seems this tedious five-year countdown is getting more and more interesting." Li Yichen grinned, his armor emitting a deep rumble. "Let's go, let's continue upwards and try to reach the top of the atmosphere."