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

Antarctic ice sheet.

Li Yichen stood still, the eerie blue light from his goggles piercing through the swirling ice shards.

"A real-world deployment test?" He smirked and chuckled.

He raised his hand and brushed off the frozen shell of ice from his shoulder armor, the metal clanging with a dull, crisp sound. "That old bastard, is he some kind of goldfish? He never learns from his mistakes. That yellow giant in Manhattan a while back couldn't even withstand a single punch from my Titan mech, it was like a paper toy. And now he dares to mass-produce them?"

Ling'er's holographic projection flickered twice in the snowstorm. The little girl crossed her arms and pouted, "Brother, I just hacked into their internal network and took a look. The Americans have removed the berserk fragment from the Yellow Giant's genes. They think this monster is very obedient now and can be used as a super soldier. Or maybe..."

Her big eyes darted around, and she made a firing gesture: "Once their transport plane takes off, shall we just deploy a space-based kinetic satellite and give them a high-altitude fireworks show? One tungsten-titanium alloy rod and they'll be reduced to ashes, people and plane alike."

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"No rush." ​​He looked up at the planetary barrier grid that had become invisible above the troposphere. "Let them do what they want. They spent so many dollars to build this big toy, they deserve to hear some noise. I want to see what tricks these wild monkeys can pull."

The armor's engine has warmed up.

The ice beneath his feet cracked. A dark golden meteor shot up from the ground, crashing through the Antarctic blizzard and flying straight towards Shanghai.

The core laboratory is located 500 meters underground in Zone 51.

A pale, cold light poured down from the dome, illuminating the massive central special alloy cabin.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

The five-meter-tall clone, Zero, resembled a mountain of flesh, crowding the center of the chamber. It knelt obediently, its hands resting flat on its knees. Several robotic arms moved back and forth across its rough, dark yellow skin, needles piercing the veins in its thick arms to extract dark red blood samples.

It didn't even lift its eyelids, its eyes were dull, and it let the robotic arm do as it pleased without any resistance.

Outside the bulletproof glass, lead researcher Smith clutched his tablet, trembling all over.

He turned to the reliable man standing to the side, his voice cracking: "Mr. President! A miracle! This is absolutely a biological miracle!"

Smith shoved the tablet in front of Tekapo, and the screen was filled with a dense stream of data scrolling wildly.

"Look! Its manic genes have been completely removed! The brain-derived nerve bomb was implanted perfectly, without any rejection reaction! Now it's a perfectly loyal dog that bites wherever it's pointed at! Just press the detonator, and a miniature 100,000-volt current will burn through its brain!"

Tekapo stared at the docile yellow giant inside the glass wall, his fat cheek muscles twitching twice.

Then, he tilted his head back and burst into arrogant laughter.

"Great! Excellent!" The reliable guy slammed his hand on the glass, making a dull thud against the wall. "With this invincible army, what are Great Xia's mechs?! How many mechs can they build? One? Two? I can build ten thousand Yellow Giants!"

He turned around and straightened his slightly wrinkled suit and tie.

"In next year's election, I'll make the whole world kneel at America's feet! Smith, prepare for actual combat deployment immediately! I'll show those who doubt me what the real ultimate weapon is!"

"Understood!" Smith stood at attention and saluted.

With a satisfied expression, Tekapo strode out of the laboratory. Smith followed closely behind to arrange the transport planes and escort formation.

The heavy, airtight door closed with a click as it locked.

The laboratory returned to silence.

Inside the alloy cabin, the Zero clone, who had been kneeling motionless, twitched its shoulder.

Its lowered eyes lifted.

A dark, eerie blue light flickered deep within his previously cloudy pupils.

That wasn't the rage of a wild beast, but rather absolute rationality, coldness, and even a mockery of a higher-dimensional civilization looking down upon ants.

A brain bomb?

That primitive electrical stimulation was completely neutralized by the insulating enzyme secreted by the alien genes inside the Yellow Giant's body, turning it into scrap iron as early as the third second after implantation.

Catalyzed by gamma rays, the consciousness deep within the alien genes of this body had already awakened.

It is too weak.

The mothership crashed, and the wreckage was divided among these uncivilized carbon-based life forms. To obtain the planet's resources to repair the mothership, it weighed the pros and cons and chose the cleverest camouflage—

A dog disguised as a human.

Moreover, what it is most looking forward to now is for these uncivilized carbon-based organisms to vigorously clone the Yellow Giant. Once the number of clones reaches a certain level, it will awaken its own gene cells within those clones through gene resonance.

At that time, it will have an army of yellow giants, then occupy the planet, waiting for its own kind from its home planet to take over.

Thinking of this, it lowered its head again, reverting to its dull appearance, and let the robotic arm continue to draw blood.

A few hours later.

Tomson Riviera villas in Shanghai.

Li Yichen, wrapped in a loose bathrobe, his hair half-dry, and shuffling out of the bathroom in slippers, emerged from the bathroom.

He nestled into the large leather sofa in the living room, reached for the purple clay teapot on the coffee table, and poured himself a cup of freshly brewed premium Da Hong Pao tea.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

Before I could even take a sip, my phone, which was lying next to me, vibrated.

Ji Yanran's name popped up on the screen.

Li Yichen pressed the speakerphone button.

"My boss, do you know how expensive your space energy base is?!" Ji Yanran's voice pierced through the speaker, causing the water in her teacup to shake violently.

Li Yichen moved his phone a little further away.

"I've done the math. The cost of purchasing the rare metals and superconducting coils needed for tens of thousands of energy bases alone could empty the treasury of a medium-sized country! The company's cash flow is almost depleted! Do you think I'm a money-printing machine? I've been working non-stop for half a month, sleeping less than six hours a day!"

Li Yichen leaned back on the sofa and picked up his teacup, blowing on it to cool it down.

"The capable should do more, Mr. Ji." He took a leisurely sip of tea. "Broaden your horizons. The company may not have enough money in its accounts, but we still have banks. Didn't the Big Four banks just lend us a trillion yuan? Go get another loan. With Future Technology's current valuation, they'd love to stuff money into our pockets."

"Are you crazy!" Ji Yanran exclaimed, jumping up and down on the other end of the phone. "A trillion yuan in principal plus exorbitant interest, and you're planning to add even more leverage? If the funding chain breaks, we'll all have to jump into the Huangpu River!"

"Don't worry, if Future Technology can't pay it back, I still have Future Aerospace Group and Future Heavy Industry Science and Technology Park." Li Yichen put down his teacup, his tone relaxed. "Do as I say, keep buying. As for the money, feel free to take out loans."

Before Ji Yanran could complain any further, he hung up the phone.

A flash of blue light appeared above the coffee table.

Ling'er's holographic projection popped up, holding a bucket of virtual popcorn in her hand.

"Brother, America's heavy transport plane has taken off." With a wave of her hand, a holographic world map unfolded in mid-air.

On the map, a flashing red dot is taking off from the North American continent, crossing the Atlantic Ocean, and heading straight for the border between Eurasia.

"Where is the target?" Li Yichen asked.

"In a war-torn region in the Middle East, several rebel groups are currently entrenched. Under the guise of counterterrorism, the US military plans to use these groups as test subjects for their clone Zero."

Li Yichen picked up his teacup again and took a small sip.

"Lock down their deployment coordinates." He leaned back on the sofa, finding a comfortable position. "Tonight, I'm going to drink tea and watch a free Hollywood blockbuster."

Ling'er zoomed in on the map with two fingers, and the red dot transformed into a 3D model of a C-17 transport plane.

The tail hatch of the transport plane opened.

A huge black metal airdrop pod slid along the rails toward the edge of the hatch.

"Brother, the show's about to begin!" Ling'er stuffed a handful of virtual popcorn into her mouth.

In the holographic projection, a metal airdrop capsule detaches from the transport plane, trailing a long parachute, and crashes at high speed onto the ravaged land of the Middle East.