Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The dark red sky looked as if it were dripping blood.

The piercing air raid siren, like a vengeful ghost, echoed wildly over the city of Beijing.

Standing in the central courtyard, Zhang Huaimin looked at the strange celestial phenomenon, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"It seems some rats have been driven to desperation and are ready to bite."

He ignored Qin Huairu, who was trembling with fear inside the house, and strode out of the Hongxing Courtyard.

Outside the door, a bulletproof Hongqi sedan had been waiting for some time.

Chen Bing opened the car door with a livid face, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Huaimin, something terrible has happened!"

"Those old bastards from the Western Freemasons are desperate!"

Zhang Huaimin got into the car, which roared and sped off like an arrow toward the Future Technology Headquarters Building.

"Be more specific," Zhang Huaimin said, leaning back in his leather seat, his tone still calm.

"Just ten minutes ago."

Chen Bing turned on the secure communication screen inside the car.

"The G7 countries suddenly issued a joint military mobilization order at the highest level!"

"Their three nuclear-powered aircraft carrier strike groups stationed in the Asia-Pacific region have crossed the warning line and are approaching our territorial waters!"

"What's even more deadly is..."

Chen Bing swallowed hard and pointed at the constantly flashing red warning dots on the screen.

"According to our satellite monitoring, the covers of all the underground nuclear missile silos hidden by the West around the world have been opened!"

"The target coordinates are all major cities and industrial bases in our country!"

This is a nuclear bomb!

The ultimate weapon capable of destroying human civilization!

at this time.

Across the ocean.

The Pentagon, the most secret command center located deep underground.

The atmosphere here is so oppressive that it's hard to breathe.

A dozen or so elderly white men with withered faces and sinister eyes sat around a huge oval conference table.

They are the true behind-the-scenes controllers of this world—the Freemasons' Supreme Council of Elders.

"Gentlemen, we have no way out."

The leading elder slammed a thick stack of financial reports onto the table.

His face, covered in age spots, was etched with humiliation and madness.

"The monopoly of Future Technology Group has completely destroyed our industrial base!"

"Our stock market crashed, and our currency became worthless!"

"Just yesterday, they even cut off our last semiconductor supply chain!"

The elder suddenly stood up, his hands gripping the table tightly, like a hungry wolf cornered in a desperate situation.

"If we don't take drastic measures, within three months, the entire Western world will be begging for mercy from that Chinese man!"

"This is a disgrace to America! It is the end of all Anglo-Saxon civilization!"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

In the eyes of all the elders gleamed a fierce, desperate light.

Since they have been completely crushed in terms of economy and conventional technology.

Then let's flip the table!

"Let's launch the 'Pandora' doomsday plan."

Another elder closed his eyes, his voice chillingly cold, as if pronouncing a death sentence for Earth.

"Use our last and strongest weapon to force them to hand over all their core technologies."

"If they refuse..."

The elder suddenly opened his eyes, his murderous intent fully revealed.

"Then let the whole world be buried with us!"

With the issuance of this insane decision.

The West's massive and terrifying war machine instantly sprang into action at full speed.

Half an hour later.

The faces of the Western presidents, contorted with extreme tension, appeared in the emergency broadcasts on all major television networks worldwide.

"Citizens of the world, we are facing an unprecedented survival crisis."

The president's voice trembled, but he tried his best to hide his inner fear and put on a tough stance.

"We demand that the Chinese government immediately cease the monopolistic practices of Future Technology Group."

"We will unconditionally hand over all core technology formulas, including those for super rice and single-crystal alloys!"

"Our fleet in the Pacific, and our strategic nuclear strike forces worldwide, have entered a state of first-level combat readiness!"

The president raised his right hand, and behind him, the screen switched to a dense array of intercontinental nuclear missiles with launch pads already erected.

"Limited time offer: 12 hours!"

"If China refuses to cooperate, the United States will spare no expense to initiate a full-scale nuclear strike!"

"Countdown begins now!"

boom!

This is a blatant and inhumane statement on nuclear deterrence.

It was like a meteorite crashing into a calm sea.

The world was instantly plunged into unprecedented panic!

"They've gone mad! The Americans have gone mad!"

Supermarkets in major cities around the world were emptied instantly, and people flocked to underground air-raid shelters.

In the very first second of trading, global stock markets witnessed an unprecedented scenario of thousands of stocks hitting their daily limit down.

A dark cloud of fear hung heavily over everyone's heart.

China, the capital city.

Inside the underground command post.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.

"This is outrageous! These imperialist robbers dare to threaten us with the fate of all humanity!"

Commander Lin Zhentian slammed his fist on the alloy tabletop, his eyes turning red with rage.

"Fight! Our air defense systems aren't to be underestimated! We'll fight to the death!"

Several veteran generals were also filled with righteous indignation and volunteered to fight.

The leader sat in the main seat, his face ashen.

He knew all too well that once a nuclear war broke out, regardless of victory or defeat, it would be an unbearable disaster for China.

"Connect to Future Technology Headquarters immediately!"

The leader took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and pressed the confidential phone on the table.

"I want to speak with Huaimin!"

at this time.

The top floor of the Future Science and Technology Building in Zhongguancun.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire capital city was already sirens blaring mournful air raid sirens.

But inside this spacious and luxurious office...

It was eerily quiet.

Zhang Huaimin took off his trench coat and casually hung it on a hanger.

He walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the still steaming premium Da Hong Pao tea from the coffee table, and took a small sip.

"Ring ring—"

The red dedicated phone on the table rang urgently.

Chen Bing quickly answered the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Chairman Zhang, that's a call from the leadership."

Zhang Huaimin did not get up, but simply tilted his head slightly.

"Turn on speakerphone."

On the phone, the leader's anxious yet calm voice came through.

"Huaimin! You've seen the situation, haven't you? Those madmen in the West have revealed all their cards; they're going to use nuclear weapons!"

"While our air defense network can intercept some of their attacks, I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough against a saturation nuclear strike..."

The leader didn't continue, but the seriousness and hidden worries in his words were self-evident.

"Huaimin, do you... have any other trump cards up your sleeve to deal with this situation?"

Faced with this apocalyptic crisis that could break anyone.

Zhang Huaimin put down his teacup.

Looking at the huge holographic screen in front of me, I saw countless red dots representing Western nuclear missile silos.

He chuckled softly.

"Grandpa Leader, please don't worry."

Zhang Huaimin's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an absolute air of dominance that allowed him to control everything.

"Those pieces of junk dare to call themselves our trump cards?"

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Do you believe it or not?"

"As long as I don't nod."

"Their prized ultimate weapons aren't even fit to be fired."

The leader on the other end of the phone was stunned.

They didn't even have the right to start a fire.

That's a nuclear bomb! It's a purely physical chain reaction and electronic ignition system, how could it possibly be controlled?

"Huaimin, this is no time for jokes!" the leader said urgently.

"I never joke."

Zhang Huaimin stood up and walked to the holographic projection control panel.

He ignored the gasps of surprise on the other end of the phone.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the twelve-hour countdown dwindled, global panic reached its peak.

The Pentagon's underground command center.

The Western president's face was contorted with rage, and his forehead was covered in frantic sweat.

"Has the Chinese people not replied yet?!"

"No, Mr. President, they have rejected all communication requests."

"They're asking for it! Since they want to die, I'll grant their wish!"

The countdown has only five minutes left.

The Western president lunged at the control panel.

The trembling finger, driven by extreme excitement and madness, was fixed firmly on the red nuclear button that represented the apocalypse.

"emission!!!"

He pressed down like a wild beast that had lost control.

At this time.

In a futuristic office.

Zhang Huaimin slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank into the vast, deep space of the system.

"system."

"Locate global magnetic field nodes."