231: Chapter 232 Zero-Degree Clash: An International Agent Being Slammed and Rubbed on the Table

Until the engine roar of that black heavy motorcycle completely disappeared at the end of the street outside the embassy gate.

Chu Tian, the team leader stationed at the National Security bureau, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He raised his hand and wiped away the cold sweat that had already chilled his forehead and neck.

Having just sent off this "living Yama," several fully armed National Security team members immediately hurried over from both sides of the corridor.

"Team Leader Chu, who exactly was that person just now?"

A young team member, full of indignation, lowered his voice to speak up for him:

"This is, after all, our core controlled area!

Not only did he skip security checks, he actually dared to grab you by the collar and threaten you right in front of the brothers!"

"Shut up!"

Chu Tian's originally pale face changed instantly.

Not only did he have no complaints about being offended,

but he suddenly turned his head, sternly cut off the team member, and waved his hand severely, signaling everyone to keep quiet immediately.

Looking at the bewildered expressions of the surrounding team members, Chu Tian took a deep breath, his tone unprecedentedly serious:

"All of you, keep what you just said to yourselves!

Don't talk nonsense."

He turned back, glanced at the gate with an extremely complex gaze, his voice very low, yet every word carried immense weight:

"His identity is very special.

In my heart, he is a person worthy of respect.

From now on, anyone who sees him must keep their eyes peeled and their mouths shut. Do not provoke him easily. Do you understand?!"

Seeing Team Leader Chu, who was always decisive and dared to slam the table and challenge even American agents,

now being so secretive about a man whose name he didn't even dare to mention,

everyone's heart trembled in unison, and they immediately shut their mouths tight, no one daring to ask another word.

The awe-struck whispers in the corridor had just subsided when the scene cut directly to the closed interrogation room, separated by only one door.

Accompanying the dull "click" of the heavy metal door lock, a new round of cross-examination officially began.

A blond-haired, blue-eyed FBI international agent walked into the room with a gloomy face.

With a "bang," he slammed his heavy, all-metal laptop onto the interrogation table.

He didn't sit down to ask questions immediately.

Instead, he grabbed the climate control remote on the table and ruthlessly lowered the already chilly room temperature.

He forced it down by several degrees in one go.

Piercing cold air instantly surged out from the vents, filling the entire narrow space.

Immediately after.

He slammed the faders on the lighting control console up.

He instantly cranked the high-power incandescent light aimed directly at Shen Du's face to the maximum.

The blinding glare was like two sharp swords, piercing directly into Shen Du's pupils.

After completing this set of physical and psychological pressure tactics,

the agent slammed his hands onto the table with a "slap."

His strong body leaned forward aggressively, pressing his face heavily toward Shen Du.

"Mr. Shen!"

The agent stared fixedly at the young man shrouded in the intense light, gritting his teeth and letting out a deafening roar:

"Do you know what level of international felony you have violated by recklessly reverse-engineering the underlying architecture of NVIDIA and Intel?!"

Facing the biting cold air that had suddenly dropped below freezing, and the extreme glare capable of causing instant temporary blindness,

Shen Du, who had been sitting on the wooden stool resting his eyes, didn't even frown in the slightest.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Under the direct glare, Shen Du didn't even blink, his handsome face showing a heart-palpitating composure.

"I only used the underlying architecture of NVIDIA and Intel for testing.

I haven't put it into any actual commercial use, nor have I sold it for a single cent."

Shen Du sat on the hard stool, his tone as calm as if he were chatting about daily life:

"It's just that the scale of the test was a bit larger.

What, does this count as some unforgivable felony?"

Hearing this watertight counterattack, the FBI agent completely lost his composure.

He leaned down relentlessly, staring intently into Shen Du's eyes.

He directly threw out the true purpose for which they had been trying by any means necessary to pry his mouth open over the past half month:

"Is that all?!

The core team that developed the 'Cold Etching Machine' are serious criminals that our United States must keep under strict surveillance all year round!

Where exactly have you hidden them in the country?!

Confess honestly, and we might still be able to help you strive for a lighter sentence!"

Facing this exasperated attempt to force his hand,

Shen Du not only showed no panic, but slowly and steadily pressed his hands onto the cold interrogation table.

Facing the agent's man-eating gaze, the corners of Shen Du's mouth slowly curled into a contemptuous sneer with high lethality.

"I have already emphasized this countless times."

Shen Du's voice was not loud, but it carried a condescending sense of dimensionality reduction attack:

"The Cold Etching Machine is a piece of cutting-edge technology independently developed by our domestic team.

If you want to frame me, you need to produce solid evidence.

If you think I've hidden the people you're looking for, you're welcome to find them, and then bring a warrant to question me."

Shen Du paused, his eyes suddenly becoming as sharp as blades, coldly dropping the final sentence:

"If you can't find anyone, then shut up."

"Bang!"

The FBI agent's fist slammed heavily onto the hard interrogation table, the veins on the back of his hand bulging from extreme anger.

For half a month, the United States had expended huge amounts of manpower and material resources.

They had even taken turns sending in the top psychological experts and pressure specialists.

But the young man sitting on the hard stool in front of them was like a piece of flawless pig iron, completely impervious to anything!

This was Shanghai, China, and standing in the corridor outside were fully armed and vigilant National Security agents.

Even if you gave this group of FBI agents ten times the courage, they would absolutely not dare to use any physical lynching on Shen Du here.

The completely broken agent could only use hysterical roars to cover up his own helplessness.

"You'd better keep being this stubborn!"

The agent leaned over, roaring at Shen Du with a ferocious face:

"When the court delivers its verdict and we forcibly transfer you back to the United States, I guarantee you'll have a hard time!"

However, facing this exasperated death threat, Shen Du didn't even have the interest to retort.

He naturally withdrew his hands from the table and folded them across his chest again.

Facing the blinding high-frequency glare,

Shen Du calmly closed his eyes again, completely treating the furious international agent in front of him as air.

The agent's full-force punch landed heavily on cotton, leaving him green in the face with frustration.

In his heart, he knew better than anyone.

Under the firm diplomatic blockade at the national level of China,

wanting to extradite this man back to the United States before the trial was simply an impossible empty check.

"Fuck!"

The agent cursed through gritted teeth.

He could only grab the interrogation transcript on the table, which had been a waste of half a month and remained completely blank.

He turned around in a disheveled and irritable manner, slamming the door heavily as he left.

As the heavy metal door of the interrogation room was slammed shut, the stalemate inside the embassy fell into a suffocating silence once again.

However, at this very moment,

in the international public opinion sphere thousands of miles away, a sudden, unprecedented storm had erupted!

The European continent, which had been silent for a full half-month,

having secretly received a certain hidden, unified instruction, suddenly went all out at this moment!

The front-page headlines of all major multinational media outlets were instantly forcibly refreshed.

Countless huge, bold news headlines flooded all major social platforms and news websites like a storm.

"United States Semiconductor Hegemony Completely Pierced!"

"Excellent Private Enterprise from the Great Eastern Nation Independently Develops Cold Etching Machine, Perfectly Reverse-Engineers Top-Tier CPU!"

Shen Du sat on that cold hard stool, having endured for a full half-month.

The tactic of using astonishing composure to hold the United States' attention had finally received its most insane payoff at this moment.

An international counterattack storm against the United States' technological blockade had officially and fully exploded!