Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The north wind howled through the alleyways like a ghost's wail.

The pitiful sight of Qin Huairu slumped in the snow was witnessed by a pair of large eyes behind the window crack in the east wing.

Zhang Huaimin sat cross-legged on the warm kang (a heated brick bed), a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"If only I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

He turned his gaze away, no longer paying attention to the melodramatic scene unfolding outside.

Those beasts in the compound, whether it's Yi Zhonghai's hypocrisy or the Jia family's shrewish exploitation.

Under his absolute power and status, their spines have been broken.

"However, even a centipede that has a hundred legs does not die easily."

Zhang Huaimin picked up a White Rabbit milk candy from the table, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

He clearly remembered that during the period when the winds of change were blowing in the original story, these clowns who were suppressed at the bottom were the most adept at changing their stance according to the winds and taking advantage of the situation to bite others.

"Although that fat old man Liu Haizhong has been relegated to picking manure, with his ambition for officialdom, he will definitely not stay put."

Moreover, the situation outside is volatile, and the enemy agents behind Paul are certainly still lurking in the shadows, watching with predatory eyes.

Relying solely on Chen Bing and his men to stand guard on the perimeter will inevitably leave some blind spots that are difficult to defend against.

"We need to install an all-knowing and all-powerful 'heavenly eye' in this yard."

Zhang Huaimin jumped off the heated kang and walked to the octagonal table.

On the table sat an old Red Star brand vacuum tube radio.

This is an old antique left behind by Zhang Dashan. The paint on the outer shell has all peeled off, and it can only be heard as a "sizzling" sound of model operas.

Zhang Huaimin stretched out his fair little hand and pressed it on the wooden casing of the broken radio.

"system."

Zhang Huaimin issued the command in his mind, his tone calm yet unquestionable.

"Extract and integrate the 'future satellite high-frequency signal receiving characteristics' and the 'ultra-high-definition holographic display array'!"

[Ding! Extracting relevant advanced technological traits...]

[Target locked: Red Star brand radio. Integration begins!]

Om-!

A faint blue energy wave, imperceptible to the naked eye yet seemingly capable of causing spatial tremors.

Instantly, it flowed into the old radio through Zhang Huaimin's palm.

This fusion occurred without any earth-shattering noise.

But at the microscopic molecular level...

The vacuum tubes and rusty copper coils inside that old radio.

The moment I came into contact with this high-dimensional energy.

It's as if it's been infused with some kind of mysterious technological life force.

They are rapidly decomposed and reshaped.

It has become a quantum-level signal receiving module that is far beyond the understanding of this era!

Simultaneously.

The yellow plastic dial on the front of the radio is used to display the frequency bands.

Under the baptism of blue light, it melted and reformed like ice and snow melting away.

In just ten seconds.

The original plastic sheet has disappeared.

Instead, there was a piece about fourteen inches in size, as thin as a cicada's wing.

Yet it emits a deep, eerie light—an ultra-high-definition holographic display screen!

[Ding! Fusion complete!]

The first ultra-high-definition satellite surveillance device has been put into operation and automatically connected to the SkyNet monitoring system.

"Done."

Zhang Huaimin clapped his hands, picked up an apple from the table, and sat back down on the small stool.

Just then, Chen Bing walked in carrying a basin of water for washing feet.

"Huaimin, the water's ready. Wash your feet and go to bed early; it's windy outside..."

Before Chen Bing could finish speaking, he suddenly froze on the spot, as if his neck had been grabbed.

He stared wide-eyed at the completely transformed "radio" on the table.

"What...what is this thing?!"

Chen Bing's jaw almost dropped. Although he was a special forces soldier, he had never seen such a thin, mirror-like iron plate that could even shine.

Zhang Huaimin didn't explain, but simply took a bite of the apple, stretched out a short, chubby finger, and gently tapped the edge of the screen.

"Sizzle—"

A very faint crackling sound of electricity rang out.

Followed by.

The screen, as thin as a cicada's wing, lit up instantly!

There was no snow or delay.

An ultra-high-definition image so clear it's chilling, showing even the path of snowflakes swept by the night wind.

It was presented on the screen without any blind spots!

The basin of water that Chen Bing was holding fell to the ground with a "bang," spilling the foot-washing water all over the floor.

But he couldn't care less about any of that.

He rushed to the table as if he'd seen a ghost, his eyes practically glued to the screen.

"My God..."

Chen Bing gasped, his voice trembling.

This scene is not only in color.

Moreover, it's a three-dimensional holographic projection effect!

The screen displays a panoramic view of the entire Hongxing Courtyard.

Zhang Huaimin casually flicked his little hand across the screen.

The image zoomed in instantly.

It cut into the front yard.

A guard responsible for perimeter security was seen rubbing his hands together in the shadows, his nose red from the cold.

Even the white mist he exhaled was clearly visible on the screen.

Zhang Huaimin's finger slid down again.

The image directly penetrates the tightly closed, dilapidated wooden door of the Jia family's house in the central courtyard.

It's as if it has X-ray vision, revealing the entire interior of the house.

Jia Zhangshi was wrapped in a tattered quilt and sitting in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He was holding a half-finished shoe sole in his hand, and he was cursing something viciously.

The old face was etched with wrinkles from hunger and resentment, and yellow pus oozed from her severed finger.

On the ultra-high-definition screen, it's absolutely nauseating.

"This...this can even see through walls?!"

Chen Bing swallowed hard, feeling as if his worldview had been completely shattered.

If this were used for reconnaissance of enemy positions...

The enemy's command post was like a naked man running around in front of them!

This technology is terrifying!

"That's what you call a dimensional reduction attack, Brother Chen."

Zhang Huaimin leisurely ate his apple, looked at Jia Zhangshi on the screen, and sneered.

Before these omnipotent "heavenly eyes".

All the schemes and plots of those beasts in the compound.

Like loaches jumping around in a transparent fish tank.

It's utterly ridiculous.

Zhang Huaimin's finger continued to slide across the screen.

Sudden.

His gaze lingered on a corner of the screen.

That was in the backyard.

Behind the dilapidated woodshed where Xu Damao was sealed off, there was a dead corner used to store waste coal slag.

Even stray cats don't usually go there.

But at the moment.

Under the ultra-high-definition night vision image on the holographic screen.

A chubby, fat man wearing an ill-fitting old military uniform.

He was squatting there with a shifty look on his face.

He reeked of a foul stench that could be smelled even through the screen.

It was none other than Second Uncle Liu Haizhong, who had been sent to carry manure!

Opposite to Liu Haizhong stood an old man with a similarly hunched back and a gloomy face.

Yi Zhonghai!

These two were once bitter rivals in the courtyard house business.

It was the middle of the night, and they unexpectedly met behind the stinking woodshed.

Zhang Huaimin tapped the screen lightly with his finger.

"Enable audio capture."

moment.

The two men's voices, deliberately lowered, yet carrying an air of madness and calculation.

It came out clearly from the screen.

"Old Yi, look what I have in my hand!"

on the screen.

His thick face was shiny with excitement as he pulled it from his chest.

With extreme care, he pulled out a bright red strip of cloth.

Several large black characters were printed on it.

"Revolutionary Committee..."

Yi Zhonghai's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock flashed across his wrinkled face.

Zhang Huaimin chewed on an apple while looking at the monitor.

Liu Haizhong held the red armband and gave Yi Zhonghai a smug, even somewhat sinister, smile.