They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 202 The Military's Concern

In the future, in Yanjing, there will be a courtyard house hidden deep within the blue bricks and gray tiles.

The afternoon sun shone lazily, casting a long, slanted shadow of the old locust tree in the courtyard.

A canary hanging under the eaves was chirping sweetly, and the air was filled with a sense of tranquility and leisure unique to old Beijing.

Zhao Fangxu walked in hurriedly, carrying large and small bags. His face was flushed with an uncontrollable rosy glow, which seemed somewhat out of place in the quiet atmosphere of the courtyard.

"What a rare guest."

In the center of the courtyard, an elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit, who was feeding the birdcage with a small spoon, noticed the commotion.

He didn't turn his head, his voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of knowing everything.

"Haha, I just missed you, Uncle Li, so I brought you some of the newest and best tea."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangxu's face lit up with a warm smile, and he quickly stepped forward to hand over the beautifully packaged gift boxes in his hands.

"Fine, I know you too well."

The old man finally turned around. Without even lifting his eyelids, he sat back down in his rattan chair, picked up a purple clay teapot from the stone table beside him, waved it off, and spoke with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"You're just like your late father, never showing up unless you need something."

They give me a gift, then try to make three times the profit from me.

Last time you gave me a box of tea and asked me to get you a portable phone. What do you need this old man's help with this time? Is it related to the company?

Even so, the old man still gestured for him to place the things on the small stone table to the side.

"Um... could you take a look at this first..."

Zhao Fangxu scratched his head, his domineering presence in the company completely vanishing in front of the old man.

Somewhat awkwardly, he took a laptop from his briefcase, skillfully turned it on, and opened an encrypted video file on the desktop.

The video started playing, but there was no sound, only visuals.

In the scene, a red and white metal armored figure stands silently in a spacious heavy equipment testing ground.

The next second, a small truck sped into the video frame and crashed into the armored man.

Faced with the ramming of the small truck, the armored man simply stretched out his hands and met it head-on.

A loud bang

The front of the small truck dented instantly.

With a sickening metallic groan, the several-ton pickup truck was lifted up.

Immediately afterwards, the armored man exerted force with both arms and threw the small truck like a discarded toy. It drew an arc in the air, was thrown nearly ten meters away, and crashed to the ground, smashing into a pile of scrap metal!
The old man's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand holding the teapot froze in mid-air.

The scene changes, and the armored man begins to run.

The figure transformed into a flowing red afterimage in the shot, easily overtaking the sports cars on the adjacent track that were used as reference points and were traveling at speeds exceeding 180 kilometers per hour. It was so fast that even the high-speed camera could only capture a series of blurry images.

Then, the scene changed again.

The armored man stood still, and suddenly dozens of gun muzzle flashes appeared all around him—a firepower network composed of dozens of automatic rifles and heavy machine guns!
The metallic storm created by the bullets poured wildly onto the armor, stirring up a dense shower of sparks.

However, when the smoke cleared, not a single scratch was left on the crimson armor; it was so smooth that it seemed as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

At the end of the video, a crimson longsword materialized out of thin air in the armored man's hand.

Facing a special composite armored anchor, a full cubic meter in size, which served as the target material, it raised its sword and brought it down.

Without a loud noise, only a red light flashed like a phantom, and the incredibly solid metal block was smoothly split in two as if a hot knife were cutting butter. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and even reflected an eerie luster in the sunlight, as if even the atoms had been perfectly smoothed out.

The video ends abruptly here, and the screen goes dark.

"Ha, so you've come here to show off your precious alien?"

After watching the video, the old man leaned back in his recliner, put down the teapot, and said irritably.

The guy in this video is incredibly strong, but so what?
It has absolutely nothing to do with him, or rather, with the vast majority of people.

Among the more than one billion people in the country, there are only tens of thousands of extraordinary individuals, and those of this level are extremely rare. Most of them are unruly and cannot form an effective organized force.

Zhao Fangxu showed him this kind of thing, wasn't he just deliberately trying to make things difficult for him?
"What if I told you that the person who just wore that armor and did all that was just an ordinary person?" Zhao Fangxu didn't immediately refute; he simply turned off the video.

Then he raised his head, his eyes burning with an unprecedented intensity, and lowered his voice, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Um?!"

The old man, who was about to drink from his teacup, suddenly stopped. He looked up, his sharp, hawk-like gaze instantly locking onto Zhao Fangxu's face.
"What did you say?!"

For a moment, he even wondered if he was just getting old and was hallucinating.

"I said, the person controlling this armor is an ordinary person! An ordinary person we just randomly picked from the reserves!"

Zhao Fangxu's voice rose uncontrollably, filled with indescribable excitement and agitation.

"Holy crap! You're not kidding me, are you?"

With a crisp crack, the old man's purple clay teacup was actually crushed by his grip!
He sprang up abruptly from the rattan chair, all traces of his previous laziness and ease gone, replaced by an aura of iron-blooded ruthlessness.

As the person who personally facilitated the establishment of the special organization "Na Du Tong" back then, he was not completely ignorant of the world of supernatural beings.

The armor in the video is undoubtedly the product of a weapon refiner, a type of magical artifact.

However, all magical treasures require extraordinary individuals to activate them with their own "qi"—this is an irrefutable truth!

When did ordinary people like him become able to use magical artifacts?!
"I'm not lying..."

Zhao Fangxu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Then it began to recount the events of the past six months...

"Zhuge Qing?"

"Isn't that kid a scientist?"

The old man muttered the name, his eyes filled with suspicion. He looked Zhao Fangxu up and down, as if trying to determine if he was bluffing.

He was quite familiar with the name, as he frequently saw it in internal reports and news articles; the person was a world-renowned scientific genius.

The problem is, isn't this guy a math and physics major?

If he didn't know Zhao Fangxu's character, he would have thought that the kid was using Zhuge Qing's name to scam funding.

"Uncle Li, it's absolutely true!"

Seeing this, Zhao Fangxu had a wry smile on his face and quickly explained,

"You should understand what this thing represents!"
If, I mean if, our soldiers could wear such equipment…

"This……"

Zhao Fangxu's words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog in the old man's mind.

His thoughts were instantly drawn back to those war-torn years. He had spent his entire life dealing with the battlefield, and he knew better than anyone the astonishing destructive power that extraordinary individuals could unleash on the battlefield.

But he also knew that these powerful individuals were difficult to control, difficult to mass-produce, and could not become the cornerstone of war.

But what if... what if those soldiers, forged through countless trials and possessing an iron will and discipline, were equipped with this kind of armor?
Even a small squad can break through the enemy's defenses without anyone noticing!
Those treacherous terrains that used to require the lives of countless soldiers to clear will now be as flat as flat ground before them!
Or perhaps another decapitation strike...

Even better, if their soldiers could all wear this kind of equipment...

Thinking of this, the old man felt his breathing become heavy. He stared intently at Zhao Fangxu, as if trying to see through him.

"Is this for real? You're not kidding me, are you?"

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and confirmed it again, his voice trembling slightly.

"Really, more real than real gold."

Zhao Fangxu nodded solemnly.

"Didn't I come to see you right after the first round of testing ended?"
Uncle Li, this matter can no longer be contained at the company level; it must be taken to higher levels.

So... I'd like to ask you to help me make a connection, to set up a bridge..."

(End of this chapter)