The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1842 Croton Powder: A Cure for Stubbornness!
Police cars were speeding past a hotel not far from the bank.

Even elite special operations teams were dispatched.
However, when they arrived near the bank, the surrounding area had already become a mess.

Carrying six bowls of noodles, Zhang Cheng stood at the doorway, watching curiously.
"What are you doing here? Get upstairs!"

A large hand patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder. It turned out that Teacher Liu, who was worried about him, had come down and happened to see this "curious baby" standing on the road watching the show!
"Teacher Liu!"

With a smile, Zhang Cheng picked up the noodles in his hand and said, "Want some noodles?"

"Hurry up!"

When Teacher Liu spoke to Zhang Cheng, she was relieved to see that he was alright.

Back in the room, Zhang Cheng distributed the noodles he had bought to everyone.
Looking at Zhang Cheng, many of the teenagers asked what had happened down there.
In explaining to everyone, Zhang Cheng recounted the events of a bank robbery committed by ruthless bandits.

Staring at Zhang Cheng in surprise, many people asked in astonishment, "Was it really a bank robbery? How many people were involved? Was the fight fierce?"

"Several cars were blown up!"

Addressing the boys, Zhang Cheng spoke with a smile.
Wow, really? That's amazing!

"They must have used heavy weapons!"

How did they open the bank vault?

"Could this be an inside job?"

Just as everyone started analyzing, Teacher Liu walked in and said, "Alright, alright, let's stop talking about this. Instead of wasting time, we should do some more math Olympiad problems! We have a competition the day after tomorrow!"

As soon as Teacher Liu finished speaking, everyone put their minds at ease and started eating their noodles.

In the afternoon, the police began questioning people in the surrounding area.
As Zhang Cheng had traveled before, he naturally received the usual inquiries.
However, upon seeing Zhang Cheng, the police completely ignored him.

After all, he was a member who came to participate in the math competition, and he had absolutely no connection with the ruthless bandits!

Because who would believe that a teenager, carrying a submachine gun and a Black Star rifle, would dare to rob a Swiss bank?

Swiss bank: Don't I have any pride? Oh, don't I have any pride?

After a brief exchange of questions, the other party turned and left.
But just then, Zhang Cheng overheard a conversation between Teacher Liu and the hotel manager next to them.

Pretending not to understand German, Zhang Cheng's smile gradually turned ferocious, like Talking Tom.

In his hotel room, Zhang Cheng finished washing up and went to sleep.
But in the middle of the night, he simply got out of bed.
With bright eyes gleaming, Zhang Cheng secretly slipped out of the room and headed towards the fifth-floor kitchen.
When Zhang Cheng arrived, he found that there were still quite a few people busy at work.
"Hey kid, what's up?"

Approaching Zhang Cheng, a kitchen helper asked with some curiosity,

"Hey buddy, here's the thing, my friends have been having some stomach problems lately, and I'd like you to add some medicine to their breakfasts!"

As he spoke, Zhang Cheng took out the croton oil powder and looked at him with a smile.
Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, the kitchen helper said with a suspicious look, "You're a math Olympiad contestant, right? Hey, buddy, what you're doing is very impolite!"

Looking intently at Zhang Cheng, the kitchen helper immediately guessed what Zhang Cheng wanted to do and promptly refused.
Looking at the other person's expression, Zhang Cheng pulled out ten "Benjamin Franklin" bills and said, "I'm just doing this for the health of my friends. Do you think I did something wrong?"

Silently watching Zhang Cheng, the kitchen helper bent down and took the US dollars, saying, "Buddy, you're a good man, I swear, there's no one better than you in the world! Were you the one who drugged those Chinese people? I knew it!"

Looking at the kitchen helper with suspicion, Zhang Cheng's head was buzzing. Did he think of himself as a "Japanese person"?
Seeing that Zhang Cheng's eyes were strange, the kitchen helper immediately blinked and said, "Could it be..."

"Friend, believe me, if this weren't in the kitchen, I'd kill you right now!"

Looking intently at the kitchen helper, Zhang Cheng never imagined that one day he would be "insulted" like this, especially with such vicious words!
"Sorry, but as you know, Japanese people are cunning and also quite shrewd."

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, the kitchen helper finally realized he had mistaken him for someone else! "Remember, distribute the 'tonics' evenly, make sure everyone gets a share, understand?"

Looking intently at the kitchen helper, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but give instructions.

"Okay, no problem, quotes will all be included."

With a no-questions-asked gesture, the kitchen helper beamed.

In the early 1990s, a thousand dollars could do a lot! Let alone something as "trivial" as this!

After all, if you have food-related problems, isn't it your own stomach and constitution that have issues? What does it have to do with the hotel?
Under Zhang Cheng's arrangement, the food delivery truck quickly arrived at the door of the Japanese contestants' room.

Watching the group finish their meal and then help the kitchen staff collect the tableware, Zhang Cheng's smile gradually turned into a sinister grin.

Sure enough, his croton oil powder did have its uses!

The venue for the World Mathematical Olympiad was packed with spectators.
Even many overseas Chinese, upon learning that teenagers from their own country were competing, came to cheer them on.

Watching the people waving red flags and shouting encouragement, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.
Where are the members of the Japanese team?

Seeing the vacant spots, the event organizers quickly made contact.
After learning that the entire Japanese team had suffered from food poisoning, the tournament organizers fell silent.
This has happened before, but the problem is, they were incredibly filthy; they actually took them to the hospital.

And this happened in an ambulance, where he was spraying people while shouting "Samurai Spirit."
The Japanese team has been disqualified from the competition due to unforeseen circumstances.

After a brief discussion, the organizing committee decided there was no need to wait any longer.

However, Zhang Cheng was unaware that his croton oil powder not only ruined the Japanese match but also put them on the international news!

Because everyone really wants to know what they ate to "spray" like that!

As the culprit, Zhang Cheng was picking his nose, flicking the "snack" towards the neighboring country of South Korea.

Looking at the small black dot on the table, the South Korean students stared at Zhang Cheng with anger, because while the physical harm was minor, the insult was extremely strong!
"You little bastard, what do you want?"

Looking up at the group, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but pick his nose again.
"Hey Zhang Cheng, that's enough, focus on the game!"

Approaching Zhang Cheng from behind, Teacher Liu patted him on the shoulder and instinctively took out a tissue.

Looking at Teacher Liu behind him, Zhang Cheng wiped his hands clean and then became serious.

"All groups, please prepare; the competition is about to begin."

As the competition organizers announced their presence, the previously bustling competition venue fell silent.
"Now, let's begin the questions."

A projection appeared on the huge screen.
Looking at the competition organizers using projectors, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement: "Truly worthy of being the Mathematical Olympiad!"

However, after saying that, Zhang Cheng immediately began to calculate.

After two consecutive days of competition, Zhang Cheng unsurprisingly climbed to first place, firmly holding the lead.

Faced with Zhang Cheng's robotic approach to numerical calculations, many contestants from various countries felt a sense of despair.
How exactly did he calculate these three complex problems?

"Can't this kid pay a little attention to his image?"

Seeing Zhang Cheng pick his nose and flick "snacks" to the stick after finishing his homework, Teacher Liu was speechless.

(End of this chapter)