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

Inside Zhao Gang's expensive leather shoes, the warm urine that had been simmering was gradually cooling down.

The stench seeped into his kneecaps, which were trembling, from the moldy cracks in the guesthouse walls.

His upper and lower teeth clashed wildly, making a series of small, crisp "clucking" sounds.

The crisp sound traveled along the pervasive cyber surveillance network of Handong Province all the way into the underlying database of Yunxiao AI.

In an instant, it was completely crushed by the deafening heavy metal holographic sound system of the Guangming District commercial street.

At noon, the temperature on the core commercial street of Guangming District was approaching 37 degrees Celsius.

The scorching sun overhead was blindingly bright, and the asphalt road was softened by the heat.

The whole street reeked of a pungent smell of asphalt tar.

In a dead-end alley without air conditioning, three men in tattered delivery uniforms huddled in the shadows.

The leader was called Lao Hei, a high-level commercial spy who had been operating in three provinces.

His yellowed uniform was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his back.

It emitted a strong, sour smell of fermented sweat from the previous night, making people feel nauseous.

Old Hei squatted next to the air conditioner unit dripping dirty water, frantically tapping his ten fingers on a portable decryption terminal.

The keyboard switches made a dry, clicking sound.

"Boss... is it really going to work?" The skinny accomplice next to him swallowed hard.

The skinny monkey's Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, his throat cracking from dehydration.

"In Handong, even buying a steamed bun now requires Lingxiao Points. This system is as secure as an iron barrel. We're practically pulling feathers from the nostrils of the King of Hell."

"Shut your stinking mouth!" Old Black gritted his teeth, his thigh muscles trembling with tension.

His stomach walls contracted in waves, and the acidic, bitter fluid pushed upwards down his esophagus.

Old Hei swallowed the sour water back down, his eyes filled with greedy bloodshot veins.

"People in other provinces have been starving for ages! All we need to do is intercept the code for even ten points at the bottom of Lingxiao Bank."

Old Hei lowered his voice, letting out a wild, animalistic panting.

"We can get ten kilograms of specially supplied mutated rice on the black market! That's enough for our whole family to eat for half a month!"

Old Hei's thumb trembled violently as he pressed the red execute button on the terminal.

"drop--"

A faint electronic buzzing sound rang out in the sweltering alley.

A mere byte of data, following the disguised base station antenna, crawled into the outer perimeter of the Lingxiao Consortium's network.

Before the ecstasy on Old Black's face could fully bloom...

The giant holographic GG sign at the entrance of the alley, which was fifty meters tall, suddenly emitted a piercing high-frequency buzzing sound!

"Buzz—!"

The screen, which was playing a video of a special edition mutant meat, suddenly turned a suffocating crimson.

The mechanical voice of Yunxiao AI, devoid of any human emotion, was like a death sentence handed down by a god.

It hit the eardrums of the three spies directly, making their heads spin.

"Warning. Unauthorized external terminal access detected. The coordinates are physically locked."

On the screen, three scarlet Arabic numerals, carrying a terrifying sense of countdown, crashed down.

"Physical annihilation countdown: 3."

A deafening "boom" echoed in Lao Hei's mind, as if a hundred pounds of explosives had been stuffed into it.

Fear instantly pierced through his nerve endings.

The muscles in his groin suddenly twisted into a tight knot, and the sharp pain of the cramp made him kneel on the muddy cement floor.

His kneecap shattered a piece of broken glass, and blood trickled down his calf, mixing with the stinking ditch.

"Run! Run!"

Old Black roared hysterically, his voice cracking, as if a piece of coarse sandpaper had been stuffed into his throat.

"2".

The mechanical sound advanced coldly, without a trace of pity.

The three spies, using both hands and feet, pounced towards the alleyway like mad dogs.

But they had only crawled less than two meters out of the mud.

On both sides of the alley, the two seemingly ordinary smart streetlights suddenly had their outer armor snap open with a "click".

It revealed a high-voltage electromagnetic transmitter that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

"1".

The death sentence has taken effect.

"Sizzle—Boom!"

Two 100,000-volt, eerie blue high-voltage power grids instantly intertwined to form a deadly net with no blind spots.

It struck the three spies with a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect!

"Ugh—"

He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream.

The terrifying high-voltage current instantly pierced through their skin, flesh, fat, and bones.

The muscle fibers melted instantly under the high temperature, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

Old Hei's hands, which were digging into the mud, had their fingernails instantly carbonized and shattered.

The high temperature caused their skin and flesh to turn violently outward, and the dark yellow fat was instantly baked to melt.

A pungent smell of burnt roasted meat mixed with the stench of burnt offal.

With a "boom," it exploded in the 37-degree Celsius air and scattered with the wind.

Just two seconds.

Three living, breathing men were reduced to three charred, huddled pieces, emitting black smoke.

Charred bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.

It emitted a stench so foul it would make you vomit your leftovers, and even the surrounding walls were blackened by the stench.

On the commercial street outside the alley.

The ordinary people of Handong who came and went did not flee in fear.

Instead, they swarmed around, crowding outside the cordon like they were watching a monkey show.

"Ding-dong."

In the crowd, hundreds of mobile phones simultaneously emitted crisp notification sounds of account entry.

An older woman carrying a shopping basket glanced down at the smart device on her wrist.

His previously sallow face instantly glowed with a feverish red light, and he trembled with excitement.

"The money's in! Lord Yan has sent out stability maintenance bonuses! Ten Lingxiao points for everyone!"

The middle-aged woman was so excited that she spat out saliva and led the way in clapping enthusiastically.

"Electrocute these bastards from out of town! They dared to steal Master Yan's code; burning them to ashes would be too lenient!"

"Long live Master Yan! Long live the Lingxiao Consortium!"

A wave of enthusiastic applause and cheers swept through the bustling streets like a tsunami.

No one even glanced at the three charred corpses that were still oozing butter.

The air, a mixture of the stench of burnt corpses and morbid beliefs, rose all the way up the building's ventilation ducts.

They eventually made it into the 88th floor of the Lingxiao Building.

The air conditioning here is on full blast, keeping the temperature firmly locked at sixteen degrees Celsius.

A faint, luxurious fir fragrance wafted in the air.

Chief Financial Officer Su Jianxin is standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He was wearing a well-tailored bespoke black suit, and his leather shoes were spotless.

On the abyss-like streets, the dense crowds, as numerous as ants, were all visible.

"drop."

A green notification popped up on the custom-made holographic tablet in Su Jianxin's hand, indicating that the task was completed.

He pushed up his reflective gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His slender fingers gently stroked his chin, and a cold, cruel smile appeared on the face of this seemingly refined but actually depraved man.

Su Jianxin picked up the iced Americano next to him and took a sip of the bitter black coffee.

The ice cubes clinked in the glass, and my Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

"Conducting commercial espionage in Handong?"

Su Jianxin's voice revealed a ruthless disregard for human life.

He turned around and looked at Shen Pojun standing in the shadows behind him.

"Minister Shen, have your men take shovels and start cleaning the floor."

The coldness at the corner of Su Jianxin's mouth intensified, and a white light reflected off his glasses.

"Here, let alone a few living people with equipment."

"It was just a greenbottle fly that flew in from another province. It flapped its wings a few times and did something strange."

"They all have to obediently pay their toll to our Master Yan before they deserve to die here."