Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Set off fireworks?"

Chen Bing was stunned for a moment.

Following Zhang Huaimin's finger, he saw the red dot on the holographic screen that was flashing wildly on the other side of the ocean.

As a soldier, he didn't understand these advanced electronic technologies very well.

But he knew that the "fireworks" Zhang Huaimin was talking about were definitely not the kind of festive things that people watch.

That would be an absolute catastrophe that would leave the enemy heartbroken.

"Huaimin, what are you going to do? That's overseas, our missiles can't reach that far," Chen Bing asked with some doubt.

"Do we even need missiles to fight them?"

Zhang Huaimin chuckled and sat cross-legged on the heated kang again.

His small, fair hands danced rapidly across the virtual holographic keyboard.

It was so fast that it even left a blur behind it!

"This is called a 'digital missile,' Brother Chen."

Zhang Huaimin explained calmly as he typed on the keyboard.

"The fake data I just gave Paul contained a logical dead loop."

"More importantly, I used the system's 'electric pulse generator feature' to implant a high-frequency pulse code that can infinitely self-replicate and forcibly increase the device's voltage."

"As long as they dare to accept it and dare to run it."

Zhang Huaimin pressed the last Enter key, a chilling murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"This code will then be fed back into their main server via their network port."

"Burn all their prized vacuum tubes and transistors to scrap metal!"

"Now, tune the frequency to the highest level."

"implement!"

With a low shout from Zhang Huaimin.

The dark blue data stream on the screen instantly transformed into a roaring electronic dragon.

At the speed of light, along that invisible transnational radio wave channel.

They plunged deep into the Western spy headquarters across the ocean!

at this time.

On the other side of the earth.

In a certain Western country, a national-level intelligence command center, located fifty meters underground, is housed in a Class A computer room.

The place is brightly lit and the air conditioning is on full blast.

Hundreds of massive, extremely expensive early super-tube computers are emitting a low hum.

Dozens of top-notch technical agents in white coats are busy at their respective posts.

"Reporting, sir! We are receiving a top-secret data packet from Paul in the Asia branch!"

An agent excitedly reported to his superior.

The manager of the server room, a blond general, strode to the control panel, his eyes filled with greed and fanaticism.

"Great! We've finally got the Chinese's trump card!"

"Connect to the main server immediately! Begin the highest level of data parsing!"

"yes!"

The agent skillfully typed on the keyboard, pressing the commands to receive and execute.

however.

Just one second after he pressed the command.

Suddenly, a chilling change occurred in the entire underground server room!

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

On the large screen of the main control panel.

The screen, which should have displayed a progress bar, suddenly turned into a display of static.

Followed by.

A piercing, sharp whistling sound, like fingernails scraping against glass.

It suddenly came from inside the supercomputers deep inside the computer room!

"What's going on?! Why is it so loud?!"

The blond general covered his ears and roared in pain.

"Sir! For some unknown reason, the voltage of all servers is spiked abnormally!"

The agent's voice was filled with terror.

"The CPU temperature has exceeded the critical limit! The cooling system has failed!"

"Quickly! Cut off the physical power supply!"

The general roared hoarsely, veins bulging on his forehead.

Several technicians scrambled and crawled toward the main power switch in the corner of the computer room.

But it was all too late.

Zhang Huaimin's reverse high-voltage pulse, which spanned half the globe, was much faster than their movements!

"Buzz—!"

The lights in the entire underground server room began to flicker wildly.

It's like the harbinger of a ghost's arrival in a horror movie.

next second.

"boom!"

A deafeningly loud and violent explosion.

A deafening explosion occurred inside the core master server at the very center of the server room!

This is not the end, but merely the beginning of destruction.

It's like the first domino to fall.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of rapid explosions followed.

Hundreds and thousands of vacuum tube computers, in the same second.

Because they could not withstand the terrifying, infinitely amplified reverse electrical pulse high voltage.

A catastrophic physical explosion occurred!

Flames shot into the sky!

The acrid black smoke instantly filled the entire server room.

Those core databases, considered priceless treasures by the Western world and storing countless top-secret intelligence from around the globe.

Under Zhang Huaimin's nonchalant blow.

Along with the sinful data contained within.

They were all burned to charcoal, turning into a pile of scrap metal that emitted a pungent, burnt smell!

"No!!!"

The blond general was thrown to the ground by the blast wave.

Looking at the sea of ​​fire and thick smoke before him, he let out a desperate howl like a wild beast on the verge of death.

Decades of hard work, intelligence gathered by countless agents risking their lives.

It's all over!

He knew that this disaster was enough to set back the entire Western intelligence community by twenty years!

They've messed with a terrifying being they absolutely cannot afford to offend!

At this time.

In a foreign-related hotel in Wangfujing, Beijing.

Paul Smith was staring intently at the military-grade code-breaking machine in front of him.

He had no idea what terrible disaster had occurred at headquarters.

All he knew was that the machine in front of him had also "gone mad".

"Sizzle—"

A thick plume of black smoke, accompanied by a burnt smell.

Suddenly, it sprayed out from the ventilation holes of the cipher machine.

Next, the monochrome screen displayed a 99% progress bar.

With a "snap," the screen went black instantly, and there was no further response.

"No...this is impossible..."

Paul Smith stared blankly at the completely broken receiver terminal that was emitting blue smoke.

He felt as if his soul had been ripped out.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the expensive Persian carpet like a lump of mud.

His hacking skills, which he was very proud of, and the equipment he smuggled at great expense.

In front of the Chinese, it didn't even make a sound before turning into a pile of broken copper and scrap iron.

"Who exactly is it...? What kind of monster is China hiding...?"

Paul muttered to himself, his eyes filled with deep fear and despair.

Just when he was falling into the abyss of collapse and at a loss.

"Bang!"

A deafeningly violent explosion.

The presidential suite has a sturdy double wooden door.

It was kicked open hard from the outside.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Director Zhou Jianguo, his face filled with murderous intent, led more than ten heavily armed security officers.

They rushed into the room like wolves and tigers.