Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Tick-tock...tick-tock!"

As the last message faded, Paul Smith let out a long sigh of relief.

He took off his headphones, picked up the glass of whiskey on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquor flowed down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

"Did those arrogant Chinese soldiers think they could keep secrets by sending a few soldiers with broken guns?"

Paul sneered, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"In the face of money and technology, their pitiful defenses are as thin as a sheet of paper."

He looked at the manuscript on the table, filled with false parameters, as if he saw a mountain of gold beckoning to him.

If this blueprint is successfully verified at headquarters, Paul Smith's name will surely be recorded in the annals of Western intelligence!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

Inside the West's highest-level intelligence research institute, the lights were on full blast.

The atmosphere was so tense it was suffocating.

Dozens of top scientific research experts, dressed in white coats and with sparse hair, are gathered around a large desk.

On the table are the "top-secret generator parameters" from the ancient Eastern country, which have just been deciphered.

"My God, is this...is this real?"

An elderly professor wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared intently at the formulas on the paper with a magnifying glass in hand, his hands trembling slightly.

"A reverse magnetic levitation cutting matrix? 150,000 revolutions per minute?!"

"This completely breaks all our existing laws of thermodynamics!"

The old professor's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

If this data is true, then their research and development in the field of motors is at least thirty years behind that ancient country!

"Conduct a simulation test immediately! Right now! Immediately!"

The intelligence chief slammed his fist on the table and roared out a death order.

"Activate Titan One!"

"Titan I" is the most prized possession of this research institute.

It is a behemoth that costs millions of US dollars and consists of thousands of vacuum tubes.

It is currently the fastest supercomputer in the Western world!

Normally, it is only permitted to be activated when conducting the most complex nuclear weapons simulations.

Now, in order to verify this blueprint from China, they did not hesitate to use this "national treasure".

"Enter parameters!"

"Magnetic field cutting line data entry complete!"

"Rotor critical point speed entry complete!"

"Logical closed-loop testing is in progress, simulating startup..."

With each instruction from the technicians...

The supercomputer, which occupied half the room, began to emit a low rumble.

Countless indicator lights flashed wildly, like stars twinkling in a summer night.

On the screen, the green progress bar began to slowly advance.

10%...

30%...

60%...

"Valid! The data matches perfectly! The theory holds true!"

The old professor stared intently at the screen, his eyes brimming with emotion.

"Quick! Continue the simulation! I need to see the ultimate form with 150,000 revolutions!"

however.

They had no idea.

This seemingly perfect blueprint was actually created by Zhang Huaimin within the system space.

A "super time bomb" specially tailored for them.

Within those seemingly profound formulas, Zhang Huaimin cleverly incorporated an extremely hidden "logical dead loop".

And a fatal error that, in the later stages of the calculation, can cause violent conflicts in the microscopic magnetic field!

This is like implanting a malicious virus into a perfect computer program that can replicate infinitely until it burns out the CPU.

When the Titan I's computation progress reached 90%.

The roaring sound suddenly became more rapid.

The temperature inside the server room began to spike abnormally.

"Warning! Computational overload!"

"Warning! An infinite loop has occurred in the logic unit!"

On the control panel, the piercing red alarm light began to flash wildly, and the ear-piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire research institute.

"What's going on?! Stop right now!"

The old professor's face changed drastically, and he shouted in a panic.

But it was all too late.

The magnetic field conflict implanted by Zhang Huaimin was completely detonated at the climax of the simulation.

The progress bar on the screen.

It's stuck at 99%!

"Bang!"

A dull thud came from inside the supercomputer's massive cabinet.

Followed by.

"Sizzle—!"

Countless dark blue arcs of electricity shot out from the ventilation holes of the server rack like venomous snakes.

"Oh no! The motherboard is on fire!"

"Turn off the power immediately!"

The technicians screamed and scattered in all directions.

However, the energy overload caused by the logical loop had completely destroyed the physical defenses of this million-dollar computer.

"boom!"

In a deafening roar.

The expensive core motherboard of the "Titan" I exploded instantly.

Thick black smoke, mixed with a pungent, burnt smell, instantly filled the entire server room.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the crackling sound of burning cables filled the air.

This supercomputer embodies the pinnacle of Western technology.

Faced with a "bait" casually thrown out by Zhang Huaimin.

It didn't even last three minutes.

It was burned to a pile of scrap metal on the spot!

"No!!!"

The old professor watched the horrific scene unfold before him and let out a desperate scream.

Overwhelmed by anger and anxiety, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The entire research institute was in complete chaos.

And the one who started all of this.

In the secret laboratory of the Red Star Courtyard in Beijing, thousands of miles away.

Zhang Huaimin was comfortably leaning against the warm kang (heated brick bed).

"Ding!"

In my mind, the crisp system notification sound rang out like celestial music.

[Host detected successfully physically destroying enemy's highest-level research equipment using false information!]

[Dimensional Reduction Attack Achieved!]

[Congratulations, host! You have received a large amount of Shock Points as a reward!]

Listening to the system's announcements.

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corners of Zhang Huaimin's lips.

He could almost picture the arrogant Western experts across the ocean.

Looking at that pile of scrap metal belching black smoke, he had that comical look of utter despair and existential crisis.

"Using equipment worth millions of dollars to calculate a pile of worthless paper, this is a really satisfying way to collect an 'IQ tax'."

Zhang Huaimin stretched comfortably.

Just then.

Inside a luxury suite at a hotel catering to foreign guests.

Paul Smith was holding a wine glass, dreaming of getting promoted and making a fortune.

"Beep beep beep... beep beep!"

The encrypted radio on the table suddenly started frantically receiving emergency signals.

Paul perked up and quickly put on his headphones.

"It must be a commendation order from headquarters!"

He happily took out his codebook and began to translate quickly.

however.

As each letter was translated, the smug smile on his face gradually froze.

It became unbelievable.

Then came the deathly pale.

Finally, it turned into extreme fear and despair.

[Top Secret Telegram: Mission Failed! Blueprints Contained by Malicious Virus! Million-Dollar Mainframe Completely Destroyed! Chief Expert Hospitalized with Bleeding Blood! Paul Smith, Immediately Stand by and Await Military Court-Taken Trial!]

"This...this is impossible..."

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

Paul stared at the cipher paper in his hand, his hands trembling violently.

The expensive glass of whiskey fell to the ground with a "thud" and shattered into pieces.

His proud intelligence network, a top secret he acquired for ten thousand dollars.

It's actually a death warrant that can blow up the headquarters?!

That five-year-old Chinese child not only saw through his plot.

It even crossed half the globe, giving them a resounding slap in the face to the West's most advanced technology!

Paul slumped in his chair, as if his soul had been drained, his whole being utterly disheveled in the cold wind.

At this time.

Inside the confidential laboratory of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Zhang Huaimin ignored the spy in the distance who was on the verge of collapse.

His attention was drawn to a brand new icon that had just been unlocked on the system panel.

It was a microscopic structural diagram that emitted a lustrous green light, as if it contained boundless vitality.

[A miraculous nano-targeted anti-cancer cell active ingredient!]

Zhang Huaimin stared at the icon, a brilliant glint flashing in his deep eyes.

"Since we've already played our cards right in the industrial arena."

"Now, it's time to add a supreme chip of 'divine healer' to the chessboard of this great power's important equipment."