rpbooks Chapter 83: A ruthless developer tried to steal my blueprints, and I was trapped in the mountains fo
Chapter 83: A ruthless developer tried to steal my blueprints, and I was trapped in the mountains fo
The constant-temperature water of the zero-gravity waterbed rippled gently as Lin Xian prepared to drift off to sleep comfortably.
The mind-controlled helmet emitted a soft beeping sound, directly waking him up.
The holographic surveillance image was instantly projected onto his retina, and red warning lights flashed wildly at the edge of the hill behind the manor.
The fat developer wearing a large gold chain was leading dozens of fully armed business spies, sneaking up to the back mountain of the manor under the cover of night.
Armed with infrared night vision devices and military machetes, the group thought they had undetected the surrounding security radars.
The fat man lowered his voice and boasted to his men that if they could steal the blueprints for that particle accelerator tonight, they could spend the rest of their lives drinking champagne on a yacht.
Lin Xian yawned, turned over, and pulled the soft silk quilt up a bit.
Coming to climb mountains in the middle of the night, the villains' boundless energy is truly a headache.
He didn't even have the energy to get out of bed, let alone go to the back mountain to catch the thief himself.
Lin Xian issued the command directly in his mind, locking onto the undeveloped primeval forest behind the mountain.
System, activate the holographic fog defense system and add some sci-fi special effects to this group of free extras.
The moment the order was received, countless miniature holographic projection transmitters emerged from the ground in the back mountain of Qingshui County.
Thick white fog surged out from the depths of the forest like a tsunami, completely enveloping the entire back mountain in just a few seconds.
The chubby developer was using a flashlight to find his way when the visibility suddenly dropped to less than half a meter.
The skinny lackey pulled out a military compass he had bought at a high price and found that the pointer on it was spinning wildly like a helicopter propeller.
They walked forward in the dark for two hours, only to find themselves back under the crooked tree where they had marked the spot earlier.
This legendary "ghost wall" sent a chill down the spines of these self-proclaimed elite corporate spies.
Before they could figure out what was going on, a series of deafening, heavy footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the white mist.
The earth began to tremble violently, making their feet numb and unable to stand steadily.
A prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex, standing over ten meters tall, tore through the mist and looked down at the intruders.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex opened its blood-red maw, and a drop of thick, foul-smelling saliva landed squarely on the fat man's bald head.
The pungent, sour smell was so real it made him want to vomit. The fat man's legs went weak, and he wet his expensive trousers on the spot.
The mercenaries, who were paid to do the job, were terrified and drew their silenced pistols, frantically emptying the magazines of the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The bullet pierced through the holographic image of the Tyrannosaurus Rex and struck the tree trunk behind it, without even producing a spark.
The Tyrannosaurus Rex let out a roar that pierced the sky, and the sonic shockwave simulated by the holographic force field sent the group flying.
For the next three days and three nights, the back mountain completely turned into a living hell for these unscrupulous developers.
During the day, they ran wildly through the desert illusion, chased by a swarm of holographic scorpions the size of millstones until they lost their shoes.
At night, the fog turned into an Ice Age, and several saber-toothed tigers forced them to the edge of a cliff to be exposed to the cold wind.
This holographic projection, with its 100% realistic sensory feedback, repeatedly rubbed their psychological defenses into the ground.
They wandered aimlessly through the mountains like headless flies, without drinking a drop of water or eating a single grain of rice.
The starving fat developer even lay on the ground and gnawed on the holographically projected phantom stone as if it were a steamed bun, breaking two of his front teeth in the process.
During those three days, Lin Xian lived a very comfortable and carefree life.
He wakes up naturally every day and lies in the yard watching Princess Alice and the vampire loli compete to sweep the floor.
Shen Bing used a scalpel to cut out the finest seafood sashimi, which Xia Anran then fed to him piece by piece.
Su Qinghan held a glass of red wine, looking at the developers on the monitor screen who were burying their faces in their hands and crying on the back mountain, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of her lips.
These bumpkins who can't even see through holographic projections dare to come to the Qingshui Divine Kingdom to steal things; they're just asking for death.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran lay on the sofa, cracking sunflower seeds and dubbing the escape scenes in the video, laughing heartily.
Ye Xiu recorded all of these people's embarrassing behavior in the computer room and casually posted it to the comedy section of the international dark web.
As netizens around the world watched these fools trying to outwit the air in the fog, the screen was filled with smug laughter.
On the morning of the fourth day, Lin Xian finally slept enough and slowly got out of bed.
He stretched and mentally shut down the holographic fog defense system on the back mountain.
The thick fog dissipated instantly, and the morning sun shone once again on this quiet mountain forest.
The fat developer and his group of mercenaries were kneeling in front of a boundary marker on the edge of the special zone, kowtowing loudly.
They were all ashen-faced, their clothes torn to shreds by tree branches, and their faces covered in mud mixed with tears.
Please, God, spare our lives! We'll never dare steal the blueprints again!
The fat man cried until his voice was hoarse, clutching the boundary marker tightly with both hands, afraid that if he let go, he would fall back into that monster-filled hell.
Zhou Bapi strolled over with his security team, holding electric batons, and looked at the group of people as if they were monkeys.
These guys wandered around in the mountains for three days, but they didn't even touch the outermost security bars of the special zone.
When the fat man saw Zhou Bapi in his uniform, he rushed over to him as if he had seen his own father.
He grabbed Zhou Bapi's leg, crying his eyes out, begging the security guards to arrest them.
Zhou Bapi kicked him away in disgust, complaining that the stench emanating from this group of people polluted the high-class air of the special economic zone.
Several county police officers who had just been patrolling at the foot of the mountain heard the commotion and drove over in their police cars.
Upon seeing the flashing police lights, the fat man and the corporate spies became so excited that their eyes turned red, and they rushed towards the police car.
They proactively opened the back door of the police car and climbed in, skillfully handcuffing themselves as if afraid the police wouldn't arrest them.
Officers, we are corporate spies who came to steal things. Please take us back to the detention center!
The outside world is too scary; only the iron gates and burglar bars of the prison cell can give us a sense of security!
The young police officers looked at each other in bewilderment. After so many years of criminal investigation, this was the first time they had ever seen a suspect so eager to go to jail.
With sirens blaring, the police car drove away from Qingshui County, carrying the group of mentally broken, unscrupulous developers.
Lin Xian stood on the balcony, watching the police car drive away, and took a satisfied sip of his steaming hot morning tea.
This kind of defense system, which can make the enemy willingly step on the sewing machine without firing a single shot, is indeed worry-free and effortless.
Just as he was about to turn around and go downstairs to try the soup dumplings that Yan Guhong had just made.
A steady series of footsteps came from the direction of the light guide stairs, and village chief Wang Fugui walked up with a smile on his face.
Wang Fugui was dressed in a brand-new Zhongshan suit today, but he wasn't carrying a pipe, making him look somewhat awkward and reserved.
Following behind the old village chief was a young girl with a gentle and graceful demeanor, dressed in a plain cotton and linen dress.
This girl didn't have the flamboyant beauty of some other stunning women, but she possessed a serene smile that could calm anyone down at first glance.
The girl carried an old wooden box, looking curiously at the towering, ethereal manor.
Lin Xian's hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air. He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of interest in this unfamiliar visitor.