One person: Refining weapons? I told you to believe in science!

Chapter 133 Returning to Biyou Village!
Zhang Chulan: "Indeed!"

Then, Feng Baobao reached out and grabbed Lin Quan's hand, which was covered by nanotech armor.

Immediately afterwards, a blue light appeared, and Feng Baobao began to teach Lin Quan the Old Farmer's Kung Fu that Zhang Huaiyi had forcibly implanted into her mind years ago.

As Feng Baobao began to infuse the energy, the cultivation method of the Old Farmer's Kung Fu also appeared in Lin Quan's mind.

A moment later, Feng Baobao let go and stopped.

Lin Quan opened his eyes, sensing the memories of the old farmer in his mind.

The feeling of being forcibly instilled with martial arts skills is truly unpleasant.

It is completely different from the skills and knowledge that the system rewards you with.

The rewards from the system feel like knowledge that you've actually acquired through hard work.

But it was as if the old farmer had something stuck in his head.

With that thought, Lin Quan began to control the nanotech armor.

“We need to conduct data analysis, and also analyze this so-called old farmer’s skills!”

As Lin Quan finished speaking, the nanotech armor began to calculate.

The nano armor is directly connected to V's network.

With V in the background, it acts as its own data analyst and remote support.

Even if he were to detach himself from the nanotech armor, V could still control it and fight independently.

These have all been tested.

At the headquarters of the Giant God Group, thousands of miles away, hundreds of holographic screens simultaneously flashed with a blinding red light.

V's mechanical body stood in front of the main control panel, with sixteen data cables extending from its back and connecting to the supercomputer array that surrounded the entire room.

Erzhuang also directly accessed the online world at this time.

After Lin Quan transmitted the data of Lao Nong Gong to V through the nano armor, V and Er Zhuang immediately began to mobilize all manpower and resources to calculate Lao Nong Gong's abilities.

Even so, progress is still not going smoothly!

V: "Warning: Data analysis is blocked."

"The complexity of Lao Nong Gong's Qi cultivation model exceeded expectations!"

Er Zhuang couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn it, this thing isn't a conventional cultivation technique at all!"

"Look at this loop path—"

She pulled up a set of three-dimensional models, showing the trajectory of the old farmer's energy transmitted back by the Linquan nano armor.

In the video, golden Qi flows along the body's meridians, forming miniature black hole-like vortexes at specific acupoints, constantly devouring the surrounding energy and releasing new variants.

"Activate backup computing power!"

V slammed the data cable into the ground, and the lights in the entire laboratory went out.

The thirty T800s waiting in the corridor simultaneously looked up; their processors were forcibly requisitioned, and their scarlet electronic eyes turned into a deep blue, indicating they were in operation.

Five minutes later, a T800 started emitting blue smoke from its front and collapsed to the ground with a loud bang.

Then came the second and third units.
Erzhuang shouted immediately, "Computing power overload! If this continues, our mainframe will burn out—"

Before the words were even finished, a burst of static suddenly appeared on the main screen.

For the first time, V's mechanical finger trembled, and it quickly connected to Lin Quan's communication channel: "Mr. Lin, the situation is abnormal."

"The essence of the old farmer's exercise may not be the exercise method itself, but rather a special procedure."

"To decipher this program, you must have the key."

"This key cannot be cracked by external force."

At this very moment, in the Nadutong Conference Room of the Southwest Region.

Lin Quan narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

This old farmer's skill is not only a martial art, but it's also locked up.

Ordinary people simply cannot decipher it; it is probably only those personally taught by Feng Baobao who can perfectly master and interpret this so-called Old Farmer's Kung Fu.

As for others, even if they obtain this old farmer's skill through special means, they will not be able to cultivate it.

Come to think of it, Zhang Huaiyi is the kind of person who likes to leave himself a backup plan when doing things.

In the words of the previous generation's Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing, Zhang Huaiyi was like a rat in a gutter.

That kind of mentality would make Zhang Huaiyi subconsciously hide himself. This applies to everything, whether it's his personal conduct or anything else!

It seems that the investigation into the old farmer's skills has to come to an end.

Thinking it over, Lin Quan looked at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao and said, "I agree to this."

"In this operation, you just need to do what you're supposed to do."

"I'll take care of everything!"

After saying this, Lin Quan stood up, threw a few words at the two of them, and then turned and left.

"Get ready, let's go—to Biyou Village!"

The next morning, Lin Quan and his group drove directly to Biyou Village.

mountain road.

Inside the carriage, Lao Meng gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Xiao Zizai sat in the back row, Wang Zhenqiu and Hei Guan sat in the next row, and Lin Quan sat in the front passenger seat.

After glancing at Lin Quan, Wang Zhenqiu finally decided to focus his attention on the clarinet.

Among the regional temporary workers of Nadutong Company, Ren Fei from the Central China region has the most unique identity.

He must know something about the relationship between Hei Guan and Ren Fei that they don't.

Wang Zhenqiu asked, "Black Pipe, is this mission really just to target Biyou Village?"

Upon hearing this, Hei Guan immediately became vigilant.

Hei Guan looked at Wang Zhenqiu warily and said, "What do you want to say?"

Wang Zhenqiu looked at Hei Guan with a wicked grin and said, "Who doesn't know that among the seven regional heads of Na Du Tong, the one in charge of the Central China region is completely wasting his talents!"

"So, she must know some secrets that none of us know."

As soon as Wang Zhenqiu said this, everyone's attention turned to the clarinet.

The atmosphere inside the carriage froze instantly.

The clarinet player slammed his hand on the chair and said, "Damn it! Why are you all staring at me?"

He pointed directly at Lin Quan in the passenger seat with his finger.

"Isn't this a big shot who came from headquarters? Why aren't you asking him?"

Several pairs of eyes turned to Lin Quan, fixed on him like searchlights.

Lin Quan's lips curled slightly beneath his mask.

Lin Quan's voice came through the mask, carrying the cold, mechanical quality characteristic of the machine.

"Simple, mission successful, temporary worker system retained."

At this point, Lin Quan slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

"If it fails—then this system has no reason to exist!"

With a "crack," the mineral water bottle in Zhang Chulan's hand was crushed, and water droplets splashed onto Feng Baobao's face.

She didn't even blink, her eyes still fixed on Lin Quan.

Xiao Zizai's prayer beads suddenly snapped, the sandalwood beads clattering against the car floor.

Old Meng's breathing became noticeably heavier.

"ha!"

Wang Zhenqiu suddenly burst out laughing, his long golden hair swaying with the movement of the car.

"Interesting~ So this is the death row inmates' final performance?"

With a furrowed brow, the man with the black tube said, "Explain clearly, what do you mean by 'unnecessary to exist'?"

Lin Quan slowly said, "Either prove the value of temporary workers."

"Either prove the dangers of this system."

As he spoke, Lin Quan pointed out the window and said, "Gentlemen, we've arrived!"

At this moment, the vehicle had already arrived at the entrance of Biyou Village.

(End of this chapter)