Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

"Now, please leave, sir... I tripped and fell by accident."

178 Smart House

This road is clearly blocked, so the brothers have to find another way.

In a moderately popular science fiction discussion group, someone posted a 3,000-word request for help with the concept: "Seeking to refine a hard science fiction concept about tracking and counter-tracking."

The main text begins with 300 words to set the background: a fictional near-future world where a multinational law enforcement agency has deployed a super surveillance system that can track specific targets in real time without blind spots by integrating global cameras, mobile phone signals, financial transaction records and social network data.

Those locked out are unable to use any public transportation, make any electronic payments, or check into any hotels that require identity registration.

"My protagonist is a middleman who has been involved in a transnational gray market supply chain. He knows he will eventually be caught by Skynet and wants to go into hiding. Under the following conditions, is it theoretically possible for the protagonist to achieve 'short-term concealment'? Condition 1: The protagonist can use a deep-sea fishing vessel equipped with a full-band electromagnetic shielding chamber; Condition 2: The protagonist is willing to reduce his metabolic rate to near hibernation through medical means; Condition 3: The protagonist is willing to completely sever all social relationships, stop using any electronic devices, and stop having any form of contact with anyone."

"Everyone is welcome to participate in the discussion. Brothers who support us will receive 200 RMB in cash per floor. Creative suggestions will be rewarded with a private red envelope of 10000-50000 RMB per suggestion!"

May your whole family die if you lie!

……

Hollywood, a mid-sized production company known for making high-concept thrillers, received an email.

The email was sent directly to the production manager's personal work email address.

The sender claimed to be a business representative of a family office, commissioned by a client to find a production company with "top-tier experience in producing genre films" to commission an original script.

The email was extremely concise, requesting the development of a thriller with the theme of "high-IQ escape," in which the protagonist is an agent of a major power who is now facing global pursuit.

The film's core tension lies in the fact that the protagonist must use his intelligence and skills to evade a near-global surveillance and pursuit system without resorting to any violence.

The client specifically requested that the script focus on "concealment" itself: how the protagonist forges an identity, how he erases traces of his actions, and how he finds a gap in a city covered by motion capture, signal tracking, and Skynet systems.

The email ended with a very brief note: "The client has a long-standing interest in the escape genre and hopes this film will be the ultimate masterpiece of the genre. There is no budget limit. If you are interested in taking on this project, please reply to this email address within two hours."

……

In Manhattan, New York, a consulting firm specializing in ultra-high-end private asset allocation received a special commission.

The client, who claimed to have "valuable time," conveyed his needs through an intermediary.

The need is both simple and complex: to find a ready-made, immediately livable private safe house.

Location is not limited, but at least two properties can be provided for each of the three terrain types: desert, polar, and deep sea.

The safety standards must reach the level of military-grade explosion-proof shelters, and it must also be equipped with full-spectrum electromagnetic shielding, an independent air circulation system, and a self-sustaining power supply.

The client specifically added a note: "Only looking at existing properties; no off-plan properties please."

This consulting firm's main business is finding private islands, mountain villas, and bunkers converted from old missile silos for high-net-worth clients worldwide. Most of the properties they handle have never appeared on any public listing platform.

Even so, this request still made the senior advisor on duty raise an eyebrow.

It's not because the demand is strange... Don't make wild guesses about the quirks of rich people. The main reason is that I was shocked by the client's payment method. The contract hasn't even been signed yet, but the commission has already been prepaid by 15%.

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More detailed intelligence arrived at noon that day:

The Sword Valley Engineering System, the telecom fraudsters kicked off the airport by Quedexia, the semi-surrendered henchmen, all need to be held accountable for every lie they've told. And the higher-ups, as well as those caught in the causal chain, need to be held accountable for the lies told by everyone in the chain...

That's not all. What's even more outrageous is that when it comes to the last tongue, the guy who half-confessed only needed to lie to Qudexia once, while the guy who troubled Qudexia with extra effort had to go through the process twice!

You fucking can read minds! Who on Earth can fool you?!

As the news spread, within just one minute, at least 100 incidents of people jumping off buildings, cutting their wrists, burning charcoal, or overdosing on sleeping pills occurred in Southeast Asia.

Of course, most scumbags don't have that kind of courage.

That afternoon, traffic became heavy in both directions on several major highways in Southeast Asia.

Heading south were local residents and foreign tourists who had nothing to do with the telecom fraud park but were afraid of being caught in the crossfire. They crammed into long-distance buses, vans, tuk-tuks, and any other moving vehicle, trying to disperse to the surrounding areas and temporarily escape the riots.

Those heading north were naturally the ones who knew they were already on the chain.

Motorcycles, modified pickup trucks, tourist minibuses, commercial vehicles driving out of the park's garage, and even several helicopters taking off from private helipads in Sihanoukville and Phnom Penh, the roar of their propellers drowning out the cries of street vendors.

The gas station employees couldn't stop laughing all afternoon. These guys were giving out large bills and had no time or inclination to wait for change.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not shared by all.

After a good night's sleep, Zhang Qiliang took a day off. The next morning, he drove to Thailand and Cambodia, and the Jian Gu Engineering System added another 100 million employees.

On the third day, Zhang Qiliang also flew to Laos, Thailand, Indonesia, the "rebellious son," and some South Asian and Middle Eastern countries. The total number of volunteers in the Sword Valley Project system has increased to over 300 million.

At this point, over 99% of the telecom fraud networks currently or previously active in Da Yang have been completely eradicated.

With his business done and in a good mood, Zhang Qiliang decided to take the day off as well.

Zhang Qiliang placed the abandoned airport back in the Gobi Desert, his hands in his pockets, and drifted slowly along the clouds.

……

northwest.

The folds on the ground transformed from mountains into hills, and from hills into ravine-lined plateaus, with less and less green and more and more yellow.

A very, very small school appeared beneath my feet.

It's really, really small.

Although it's called a school, it actually only has three classrooms and six grades, with two grades crammed into one room.

There are a total of three teachers in the school. The principal is also the homeroom teacher for the third and fourth grades, and the other two teachers teach the lower grades and the upper grades, respectively.

The playground was a small, compacted turf, and the flagpole was made of welded water pipes, with rusty parts wrapped in tape.

An astronomy class is being held in the easternmost classroom.

A female teacher in her early thirties stood on the podium, with short hair, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a piece of chalk in her hand.

There are several circles drawn on the blackboard. The largest one is labeled "Sun", the smaller one is labeled "Earth", and the smallest one is labeled "Moon".

On the podium was a model of the Earth and the Moon, with a wire bent into a track. One end of the track was fixed to the Earth, and the other end was connected to a moon the size of a ping-pong ball.

The teacher touched the moon with his hand, and the ball slowly rotated half a circle along the wire track.

"That's how the moon revolves around the Earth," the teacher said. "When it's on this side, we can't see it, so it's called a new moon. When it's on this side, we can see the whole moon, so it's called a full moon."

There were fewer than ten students sitting below.

The two grades were placed together, with the third graders sitting in the two rows on the left and the fourth graders in the two rows on the right, separated by an aisle.

A boy raised his hand, and the teacher nodded at him.

“Teacher, when the moon moves, it moves in this direction,” he stretched out his finger and drew an arc in the air, from the moon on the blackboard down to directly below the Earth, “Why doesn’t it fall down when it’s below the Earth?”

The teacher drew several dotted lines on the blackboard with chalk: "Because the Earth has gravity, it's like an invisible rope. The moon is tied to this invisible rope, so it won't fly away or fall down."

A third-grader also raised a hand: "Teacher, then why doesn't the Earth just fall down by itself?"

"Because the Earth revolves around the sun, and the sun also has gravity, which tethers the Earth."

"The sun is tethered to the earth, and the earth is tethered to the moon," the boy tilted his head, "Then who is tethered to the sun?"

The teacher looked at him and said, "The sun is tethered to something much bigger... The entire Milky Way galaxy is very, very big, with many, many suns... Our sun is also revolving around the Milky Way galaxy."

Her voice started to waver slightly, her tone carrying the restraint of someone who knew they were entering dangerous waters but still forced themselves to move forward.

She studied Chinese Language and Literature at a teachers' college. After graduation, she finally passed the civil service exam and was assigned to this primary school. In addition to teaching Chinese and Moral Education, she also taught English to third graders, math to fourth graders, and science to the whole school.

Aside from what she learned before being placed in a different class in her first year of high school, all her astronomical knowledge came from her natural science textbook, a well-worn copy of "100,000 Whys," and, to some extent, from scattered popular science videos, which she was reluctant to admit.

She knew that the Earth revolves around the sun, and the sun revolves around the Milky Way, but if she asked any further questions... she wasn't sure if her answers would last until the bell rang.

"What's holding the Milky Way together?"

Damn it… black hole, supernova, giant attractor, or something else again? The teacher took a deep breath: “Some kind of even greater gravity…”

"Teacher, is there air on the moon?"

"Teacher, are there any children on the moon?"

"Teacher, can we raise rabbits on the moon? Could Chang'e's rabbits already be here?"

"Teacher, can vegetables be grown on the moon? I want to grow potatoes."

"Teacher, why are there no clouds on the moon? Is it because it's too cold and the clouds are frozen?"

"Teacher, the Earth is so bright, like a big lamp."

The teacher was extremely stressed.

Damn it... I should have watched more Douyin last night...

Damn it... With such low wages, why are there such difficult questions?!

The thought of resigning grew stronger and stronger. Just then, someone gently knocked twice on the window near the corridor.

"Would you like to see it for yourself?"

Everyone was startled.

Outside the window, a figure floated in mid-air, smiling as he looked inside.

His toes were level with the windowsill, and his hands were in his pockets.

"Ming-ge!" a boy sitting in the back row screamed, jumping up from his chair and almost overturning his desk.

All the other students rushed to the window, eagerly sticking their heads out.

Zhang Qiliang put his index finger to his lips, signaling them to be quiet, and gestured with his chin towards the playground. "Go, call all the students out..."

Three minutes later, all the students in the school were standing on the earthen platform.

There were over sixty children in total, from first to sixth grade, arranged in a crooked and haphazard manner.

The three teachers stood beside the line, their expressions even more bewildered than the students'.

Zhang Qiliang landed on the playground, walked to the flagpole next to the water pipe, and gestured for everyone to come closer.

A layer of pale blue light spread out from beneath Zhang Qiliang's feet, like ripples on the surface of water, spreading outwards in circles and enveloping the entire earthen platform.

The light barrier rose up and closed overhead, forming a huge, semi-transparent sphere that enveloped everyone inside.

A young girl reached out and touched the cool wall with her fingertips; it felt like touching glass.

She pulled her hand back, leaving a faint handprint on the light wall that slowly disappeared a few seconds later.

"Let's go."

The earthen platform grew smaller and smaller, the school grew smaller and smaller, and the mountains seemed to shrink layer by layer beneath our feet.

Clouds surged in from all directions, and a deep blue light wall pierced through the first thin layer of clouds. The children instinctively closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, everything around them was a vast expanse of white.

A boy reached out to grab it, his fingers passing through the light barrier, his fingertips tracing a path through the clouds.

“It’s cold,” he said, “like an ice pop.”

Another boy opened his mouth, trying to bite into the cloud, but missed and bumped his forehead against the light wall with a thud. Several classmates around him burst into laughter.

Above the clouds, the sky deepened from light blue layer by layer, the blue gradually fading into deep purple, and then into inky black.

One star after another lit up, densely packed, like someone had scattered a whole bag of broken diamonds onto a black velvet cloth.

“So stars exist during the day too,” said the boy who had been wondering if vegetables could be grown on the moon. He stared at the clouds receding below, his mouth agape, drool almost dripping from his mouth.

Zhang Qiliang slowed down a bit to give the children time to adjust.

The entire process of leaving the atmosphere took nearly half an hour.

After passing through the outermost layer of the atmosphere, the surroundings became completely quiet.

Outside the light barrier, the white clouds and blue sky had disappeared, replaced by a deep, almost unreal darkness.

The Earth lies beneath our feet, curved into an arc, its edges gleaming with the pale blue glow characteristic of the atmosphere.

A first-grade girl held her older sister's hand and whispered, "Is that where we live?" Her sister said yes. The little girl stared at it for a long time, then softly uttered a single word: "So beautiful..."

Vacuum acceleration is much more convenient.

After flying for about ten more minutes, we arrived at the moon.

Zhang Qiliang slowly descended with the ball of light into the Sea of ​​Tranquility on the moon.

When the light wall touched the lunar soil, a small ring of gray dust rose from the ground, drifting up silently and then falling back down just as silently.

Once everyone was in position, Zhang Qiliang waved his hand, and the light barrier expanded further, covering an area equivalent to several football fields.

The children tentatively took their first steps.