Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

It's 3:30 a.m. in Los Angeles.

Halfway up Beverly Hills, it's so quiet you can only hear the wind.

The sea breeze blowing from the Pacific Ocean carried the salty, fishy smell of dead fish, which seemed to seep straight down one's neck.

This luxurious villa, covering an area of ​​3,000 square meters, is hidden behind dense bushes.

The infrared sensor lights on the exterior wall were originally flashing a dim light.

Suddenly, with a soft "sizzle," the indicator lights abruptly went out.

The circuit was physically disconnected.

"boom--"

The dull, directional explosion sent leaves rustling down from the surrounding trees.

Expensive bulletproof glass, supposedly capable of withstanding RPG rocket launchers, flew directly into the living room along with its titanium alloy window frame.

The glass shattered on the hand-woven Persian carpet, releasing a burnt silicone smell.

Lu Yuan stepped through the shards of broken glass scattered on the ground.

The tactical boots made a "squeaking" sound as they rubbed against each other, a sound that made one's back teeth ache.

"Something's wrong! Enemy attack!"

Two white bodyguards in black suits peeked out from behind the sofa, frantically reaching for their gun holsters under their arms.

Lu Yuan didn't even raise his gun, nor did he lift his eyelids.

The burly black man next to him, Big Bear, immediately charged at him with a short-barreled shotgun.

Two muffled "puff puff" sounds, accompanied by the sound of a silencer.

The two bodyguards' kneecaps shattered into pieces on the spot, and they lay sprawled on the ground groaning like broken sacks.

The stench of blood mingled with the sweet aroma of expensive cigars on the carpet, filling the living room.

"Just lie still, this is none of your business."

Big Bear chewed gum and mumbled something in broken Chinese.

He strode to the electrical control box in the corner of the living room and ripped open the metal door.

Insert a thick network cable into the main router's port.

I tried to poke it in twice but it wouldn't go in; it got stuck.

"Damn, it's stuck upside down."

Big Bear flipped it over and forcefully pushed the plastic clip in.

A palm-sized black quantum hacking device hung on it, gleaming with a ghostly blue light.

The villa's internal network was forcibly taken over, and the external physical network was completely cut off.

Now, not even a mosquito can fly out of this room.

Lu Yuan walked up the spiral oak staircase.

He was carrying a tablet computer, with some oil still smeared on the edge of the screen.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, the solid wood double door was tightly locked.

Lu Yuan took a half step back, lifted his heavy tactical boot, and kicked it hard at the keyhole.

"Clang!"

The door frame let out a scream, splinters flew everywhere, and the entire door crashed to the floor.

Lu Yuan lost his footing as he entered and stepped on a silk nightgown.

His shoe slipped, and he stumbled forward, almost doing the splits.

"Damn, rich people really waste fabric."

He steadied himself, cursed, and glanced at the large round bed.

Zhao Xiaohui was huddled in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees and trembling.

Her hair was a complete mess, and her expensive silk pajamas were soaked through with cold sweat.

It clung tightly to the fattened waistline, emitting a sour and rancid smell.

"No...don't kill me! I'll give you any amount of money!"

Zhao Xiaohui's teeth chattered, making a "clucking" sound.

Her face was covered in snot and tears; she was nowhere to be seen having the imperious manner of the former second young lady of the Zhao family.

Lu Yuan sniffed and smelled a foul odor of urine.

He frowned in disdain.

The woman was so frightened that she peed herself, soaking a large area of ​​the bed sheet.

"Master Yan asked me to come and pick up some things."

Lu Yuan was too lazy to waste words and simply tossed the tablet in his hand over.

The tablet flipped in the air and slammed into Zhao Xiaohui's forehead.

She screamed and clutched her forehead.

Blood mixed with snot smeared all over the screen.

"Open your eyes and scan the code."

Lu Yuan walked over, grabbed her hair, and pulled it back sharply.

Zhao Xiaohui was in so much pain that her eyes rolled back, her scalp was taut, and she was scratching wildly with her hands.

The tablet's rear camera was pointed at her eyes.

"Beep—Iris recognition failed. Please wipe the screen."

An electronic voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

Lu Yuan glanced at the sticky liquid on the screen and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

"Big Bear! Wipe your face with your sleeve, it's filthy!"

He yelled without turning his head.

Big Bear ran in and roughly rubbed his tactical vest against the screen twice.

It was shoved back in front of Zhao Xiaohui's face.

A blinding red light swept across her pupils.

"Beep—Unlock successful, connecting to Lingxiao Payment Gateway."

The cold, mechanical voice sounded more terrifying to Zhao Xiaohui than a death knell.

"No...no! That was the last thing my father left me..."

Zhao Xiaohui thrashed about like a dying fish, reaching out to grab the tablet.

Big Bear slapped him across the face.

Zhao Xiaohui spun around like a top for half a turn before crashing heavily onto the edge of the bed, blood and foam oozing from the corner of her mouth.

She fell completely silent, staring at the screen with despairing eyes.

The progress bar started jumping wildly.

The Zhao family spent thirty years transferring assets to Swiss banks like ants carrying grains of rice.

Seven family trust funds and twelve offshore hidden accounts.

Compared to the Lingxiao Consortium's domineering quantum algorithm, it's like being naked.

Lu Yuan stared at the string of zeros scrolling wildly on the screen, his eyelids twitching.

10 billion... 20 billion... 50 billion...

The numbers were jumping around so fast it made my head spin.

"These parasites, the rich are really good at hiding their wealth."

Lu Yuan rubbed the gun oil off his fingertips and spat.

The countdown has reached zero; the entire process took seven minutes.

Zhao Xiaohui's account was completely empty, not a single coin remained.

All of it was transformed into an untraceable stream of data, completely swallowed up by Ling Xiao's overseas ghost accounts.

"Ding, transfer completed, current balance 0.00."

Upon hearing this sound, Zhao Xiaohui's eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the urine-soaked sheets.

Task completed.

Lu Yuan put the tablet in his pocket, tossed Zhao Xiaohui's hair aside, and turned to go downstairs.

Stepping into the courtyard, the Pacific wind felt even colder.

The roar of a heavy helicopter rotor tearing through the air came from overhead.

A tremendous amount of wind pressure descended from the sky.

They uprooted hundreds of expensive Bulgarian rose bushes from the garden.

Petals mixed with mud splattered all over Lu Yuan's body.

He spat out the half-rotten leaf in his mouth and pulled a metal windproof lighter from his pocket.

In the garage next door, the Porsche supercar's fuel tank had just been punctured by a stray bullet.

High-octane gasoline spilled all over the ground, emitting a pungent smell.

"Click".

The lighter emitted an orange flame, which swayed in the wind.

Lu Yuan flicked his thumb, and the lighter traced an arc in the air.

A sudden burst of flames instantly licked the Porsche's body.

A wave of heat hit you, making your cheeks burn.

The last vestiges of the Zhao family's wealth were reduced to black ash in the fire.

Big Bear yelled at the top of his lungs, braving the strong winds from the helicopter.

"Boss, we just got through to Handong. They're asking if the woman is alive or dead!"

Lu Yuan stood on the helicopter's landing gear and gripped the cabin door handle.

"What did Master Yan say?"

Big Bear wiped the rain off his face and grinned.

"Master Yan said to reserve an economy class ticket for her to return to China."

"Let her go back alive and watch Zhao Ruilong rot in Qincheng Prison."