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

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, and the dry, labored swallowing sounds were clearly audible in the deathly silent courtyard.

The rough pulp mixed with blood stung Sun Liancheng's esophagus, causing waves of pain.

He choked so hard his eyes rolled back, and the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, throbbing and popping.

But in his bloodshot eyes, a mad dog-like frenzy burned.

This fire, which has been simmering for half a lifetime, is finally about to ignite.

The rain outside had stopped, but the motion-sensor lights in the corridor of the municipal party committee building were blindingly bright.

Li Dakang slumped into the leather chair in his office like a drowned dog that had just been pulled ashore.

The unbuttoned white shirt still smelled of the earthy scent of rain, and it clung coldly to my back.

He gripped the solid wood handrail tightly with both hands, his fingernails turning a deathly pale white.

"Bang!"

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and Secretary Xiao Jin burst in, her face covered in sweat.

"Secretary Li...there's been a huge mess!"

Xiao Jin was running so fast that she stumbled and almost knelt on the wool carpet.

He was breathing heavily, his throat making a hoarse, bellowing sound.

Li Dakang's eyelids twitched, and the acid in his stomach, which had just calmed down, began to churn restlessly again.

"Is the sky falling down? Can't you even knock on a door?!"

He lowered his voice and growled, his voice dry as if he were chewing sand.

Xiao Jin swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a leaf: "It's the District Astronomical Bureau! Sun Liancheng has escaped!"

"They ran away, so what!"

Li Dakang slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup lid rattle loudly.

"A stargazing layabout like me, what difference does it make where he goes? Why bother me with such trivial matters!"

"No, Secretary!"

Xiao Jin was so anxious that tears were about to fall, and her knuckles turned white as she gripped the door frame.

"He didn't run away alone! He took all thirty-two of the bureau's key technical personnel with him!"

"They left overnight! Just now, their files were forcibly transferred to the Lingxiao Building!"

Li Dakang was jolted awake, as if he had been hit on the head with a blunt object.

The muscles in his right thigh instantly spasmed and twisted into a knot.

The intense cramping pain made him gasp for breath, and his teeth clenched uncontrollably, making a loud "crunching" sound.

But he didn't dare utter a single word.

What can Li Dakang do to stop the people the Lingxiao Consortium wants to take away? Risk his life?

He closed his eyes in pain and waved his hand weakly.

"Get out. From now on, pretend you didn't see anything related to Ling Xiao."

On the other side, on the eighteenth basement floor of the Lingxiao Building, lies the supercomputing center.

The air here is bone-chillingly cold, and the refrigeration unit emits a low-frequency hum.

The strong smell of ozone and the slightly astringent electronic odor emanating from the liquid-cooled cabinet hit my nose.

It was so cold that the tip of one's nose turned red, and even one's breath was misty.

Sun Liancheng stood in front of the massive control panel, wearing a cheap, unwashed old suit.

He was trembling all over, not from the cold, but from excitement.

"Director Sun, don't just stand there."

Su Jianxin stood behind him, holding a cup of steaming black coffee, the steam rising from it.

"Master Yan wants to see what you're capable of. You have three minutes to gouge the eyes out of those old European rich people."

Su Jianxin's voice was calm, yet it revealed a cold-bloodedness that showed he didn't treat people like human beings.

He pushed up his reflective gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a sinister aura unique to a refined scoundrel behind the lenses.

Sun Liancheng didn't answer. He took a deep breath of the biting cold air and slammed his ten fingers down on the floating keyboard.

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp sound of keyboard typing echoed intensely in the empty computer room.

The moment he connected to the Yunxiao AI system, Sun Liancheng felt like his brain was about to explode.

The terrifying computing power surged in like a tsunami, and the dark golden data stream in front of us was frantically flooding the screen like a waterfall.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"drop--"

A jarring notification sound suddenly rang out.

Thirty-two scarlet anchor points instantly appeared on the giant holographic screen directly in front of them, which was at least twenty meters wide.

These red dots are densely packed and hover in near-Earth orbit over the European continent.

"Gotcha!"

Sun Liancheng stared intently at the screen, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to burst.

"Thirty-two private communications satellites, all illegally and anonymous! Their orbital parameters have all been locked!"

He was so excited that his muscles tensed, and he let out a heavy, animalistic breath.

He had never fought such a rich battle in his entire life!

Previously, calculating a track would take the bureau's old computer three days and three nights.

Now? Three seconds! This is the work of a god!

Su Jianxin smacked his lips in satisfaction, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a mouthful of bitter black coffee.

He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a card that was entirely black with gold trim.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the black card heavily onto Sun Liancheng's chest, making a dull thud as flesh collided.

Sun Liancheng subconsciously shrank his shoulders and hurriedly reached out to catch the card.

The moment my fingers touched the metal card, I felt an icy chill.

"This is the initial seed funding."

Su Jianxin's voice was filled with undisguised arrogance.

"There are 300 million Lingxiao points in the card, and the password is Master Yan's birthday. Spend it as you like."

"Three...three hundred million?"

Sun Liancheng's tongue was swollen, and his jaw was dislocated and he couldn't close it.

The card in his hand felt light, yet as heavy as a mountain of iron ore.

Within the system, he could act like a subservient servant for half a month just for a 2,000 yuan rust removal fee.

Now, they didn't even blink and just threw down 300 million.

What does this mean? The funding provided by President Yan could buy ten of the most advanced radio telescopes!

Su Jianxin frowned in disdain at his naive and unworldly appearance.

"Director Sun, broaden your perspective."

"Master Yan said that as long as you can expose these old European devils' dirty secrets, this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean."

Sun Liancheng gripped the black card tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the excessive force.

He turned around abruptly, his hands pressed tightly against the cold outer shell of a liquid-cooled server rack next to him.

Through the thick soundproof metal, he could feel the high temperature emanating from the wildly operating chip inside.

The sensation of alternating cold and heat drove him completely insane.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Sun Liancheng looked up at the densely packed red dots of European satellites locked onto the big screen.

A wide, almost distorted, maniacal laugh spread across his face.

Two streams of turbid tears, mixed with the sour taste of excitement, welled up uncontrollably from his eyes.

It flowed down his sallow cheeks and into his neck, salty and astringent.

"Officialdom? To hell with officialdom! Those good-for-nothings who can't even afford to eat, what do they know about the stars and the sea!"

He pointed at the red dot on the screen and roared hoarsely.

In this oppressive and rough underground machine room, he found his true god.

Su Jianxin downed the coffee in his cup in one gulp, then casually crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can.

The paper cups made a hollow sound as they fell into the bucket.

Su Jianxin stepped forward and patted Sun Liancheng on the shoulder with a forced smile.

"Now that we've already sold our lives to Master Yan, what's the next step? How do you plan to kill these greenbottle flies?"

Sun Liancheng suddenly turned his head, like a vicious wolf that had been fed raw meat.

He wiped away his tears, his eyes revealing a ruthless determination to die together with his opponent.

"President Su, as long as Master Yan agrees, it will be tomorrow morning."

Sun Liancheng spoke slowly and deliberately, through gritted teeth.

"I'll use the matrix from Daqingshan to fire ultra-high-frequency electromagnetic pulses at them, directly burning out the circuit boards of these satellites!"