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

"The integration rate of grassroots resources in Handong universities has reached 100%."

"The intellectual monopoly loop has been locked, and data synchronization is complete."

The emotionless, cold, mechanical voice of Yunxiao AI transformed into a violent, encrypted radio wave.

This frequency band, accompanied by a "sizzling" static noise, instantly penetrated the atmosphere and exploded simultaneously around the world.

Deep in the Alps, a top-secret monitoring station of the Rothschild family.

The air was filled with the strong smell of rancid, leftover coffee, mixed with the pungent ozone odor from the liquid cooling equipment in the server room.

The monitor stared intently at the rapidly rising red peaks on the holographic screen, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

His hands trembled violently, and his ten fingers spasmed and shuddered uncontrollably.

The fingernail dug so hard into the rubber keyboard pad that it snapped off half of the nail.

The seeping blood mixed with cold sweat left sticky red marks on the keyboard, exuding a faint rusty and bloody smell.

"Mr. Loeb...the people in Handong have swallowed up the brains of all the universities and research institutes."

The monitor's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva.

He didn't even dare to turn his head, his voice trembling like a broken leaf in the cold wind.

Standing behind him was old Loeb, dressed in an expensive British coarse-weave suit.

The half-burnt premium cigar in his hand was instantly crushed to pieces by his hand.

Hot cigarette ash fell onto the pure wool carpet, burning a black hole and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"A bunch of peasants, do they really think they can turn the world upside down and create gods?"

Old Loeb gritted his back teeth, the friction producing a sickening "clucking" sound.

"Pass on my order: activate international raw material restriction treaties and completely cut off Handong's supply of rare earth and special metals!"

Loeb kicked the liquid-cooled cabinet hard, and the metal casing made a dull thud.

"I'd like to see what Yan Qingfeng will use to make his solid-state batteries without lithium ore and rare earth elements!"

However, old Loeb had no idea that Handong's technological boom had completely spiraled out of control.

The Sky Tower, with the Sky Labs located 300 meters underground.

A chilling draft of cold air gushed from the vents, forcibly suppressing the temperature to an uncomfortable 15 degrees Celsius.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back on the leather sofa in front of the huge holographic projection.

He was toying with a freshly made black metal disc in his hand, rubbing the rough metal texture with his fingertips.

This is a weapon-grade, individual EMP pulse device, about the size of a palm, powerful enough to disable the power grid of an entire city block.

"Master Yan, with the computing power of Yunxiao AI combined with the collective wisdom of the entire Handong province, the technology has exploded."

Su Jianxin pushed up his reflective gold-rimmed glasses, his seemingly refined but actually wicked face revealing a fanaticism.

He respectfully pushed a report, still warm from the printer, into Yan Qingfeng's hands.

"The second-generation solid-state battery has completed its blueprint packaging and testing, and the high-yield iterative scheme for mutant grains has been approved."

Su Jianxin licked his chapped lips, his voice slightly hoarse with excitement.

"The global research community has completely gone mad. Handong is already the new Silicon Valley in their eyes."

Yan Qingfeng didn't respond, but just stared coldly at the densely packed port surveillance footage on the screen.

The scene cuts to Handong International Deepwater Port.

A rusty giant crane slammed a shipping container heavily onto the concrete dock.

"Bang!"

A deafening thud shook up a cloud of dust.

The container door was forcibly welded open, and a pungent smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp mixed with the stench of heavy engine oil instantly rushed out.

The stench made the dockworkers on the outside cover their noses and feel nauseous.

A dozen or so foreigners, reeking of a sour stench, rolled out of the dark shipping container.

Leading the group was former MIT physics department chair and Nobel Prize nominee, Smith.

His handmade suit, worth tens of thousands of dollars, was already covered in fermented vomit.

Smith had been starving for three days and three nights, and his stomach acid was gushing back up and burning his esophagus.

He lay sprawled on the oil-stained ground of the Handong Wharf, dry heaving in a disheveled state.

He spat out several mouthfuls of bitter, yellowish liquid, but his hands clung tightly to the mud and ash.

"Quick...give me a terminal that connects to Yunxiao AI!"

Smith's bloodshot eyes stared intently ahead, and he let out a wild, animalistic panting.

"I'd give up my green card and citizenship if you just let me spend an hour in the lab!"

Su Jianxin watched the monitor, then sneered as he picked up a glass of iced Americano and took a sip.

"Master Yan, you see, these top Western brains are willing to risk being wanted by Interpol, just to sneak over here like rats."

"If we don't give them Lingxiao points and special supplies, they'll sell their lives for that little bit of computing power."

Yan Qingfeng casually tossed the individual EMP device onto the table, making a crisp "clang" sound.

His cold, emotionless eyes were fixed on the constantly shifting red line of European capital on the holographic screen.

"We've got the idea; it's time to cut off their supplies. Old Qian's side's moving pretty quickly, huh?"

"That was fast indeed. Loeb just went on a short-selling spree in the international market."

Su Jianxin opened a global resource distribution map, his face full of mockery.

"They want to use international treaties to block our rare earth supply and starve us to death in Handong."

"What a pity, these old fogies have such a long reaction time."

Su Jianxin's slender fingers lightly touched the location of Country T on the screen.

"Lu Yuan's EMP fleet had just forced T country to surrender, and then immediately emptied out some of the world's largest lithium and rare earth mines."

Meanwhile, in an ancient castle deep in the Alps.

The solid gold communicator in old Loeb's hand fell directly onto the hard marble floor.

The battery cover shattered, and parts were scattered everywhere.

"Say that again? What happened to the mining rights in Country T?!"

Old Leb roared hysterically, his voice split in two, sharp as a wailing.

His face, covered in age spots, instantly turned a frightening purplish-red.

The subordinate on the other end of the phone had a mournful face, his voice filled with utter despair.

"Mr. Loeb... the top brass of Country T has been forced to surrender by the Lingxiao Consortium's military force."

"The entire mining area has been replaced with Handong's automated mining mechs; our blockade treaty has become a worthless piece of paper!"

Upon hearing this, old Loeb's mind went blank.

It was as if someone had stuffed a stun grenade into his head, making him unable to even stand up straight.

Panic instantly shattered his nerves.

The muscles in his groin suddenly clenched and convulsed uncontrollably.

The fabric of his trousers rubbed against his cold skin, and he collapsed to his knees on the carpet with a thud.

"vomit--"

A violent spasm shot through his stomach, and old Lebu opened his mouth wide, letting out a harsh, dry heave.

The sour bile rushed into his mouth, choking him and causing him to cough repeatedly, his face covered in tears and snot.

The once high-ranking European old money boss is now like a dying wild dog.

He gripped his shirt tightly at his chest with both hands, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

He never imagined that the Lingxiao Consortium not only monopolized their minds but also completely severed their throats from a physical perspective.

Underground laboratory of Lingxiao Building, Handong Province.

The biting cold air continued to blow out, making one's bones ache.

Su Jianxin stared at the crimson curve on the holographic projection, representing the retreat of European capital.

A cruel, cold smile stretched across his otherwise refined but depraved face.

The lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold, emotionless glint.

His long, slender fingers pointed precisely to the core node on the screen that represented the heart of European industry.

"Master Yan, their raw material blockade has collapsed. Now, it's our turn to deliver a devastating blow and break their backbone."