95: Chapter 95: Hidden Dangers!

Outside the warehouse, hurried footsteps and shouts approached from a distance. Lin Hao, leading fully armed police personnel, crashed through the deformed warehouse door and rushed in.

Flashlight beams pierced through the thick dust, illuminating a scene that looked as if it had been ravaged by a monster—twisted steel, shattered masonry, scattered firearms, and... that heavy pile of debris burying all the madness and sin.

Lin Hao saw Chen Fan standing at the edge of the ruins at a glance. Though his clothes were stained with a bit of dust, he was completely unharmed. Lin Hao's heart, which had been in his throat, finally dropped back down, and he hurriedly led his men to surround him.

Chen Fan’s expression was calm as he gave a clear and concise account of the events to the officer in charge: Long Zaitian had set an ambush for murder, leading to a conflict between the two parties. In his madness, Long Zaitian intended to detonate explosives to perish together, but due to improper operation or equipment failure, he ended up blowing himself up instead. He pointed to the illegal firearms equipped with silencers confiscated from the hitmen, as well as the deformed remains of a remote control device found at the edge of the ruins. Every trace at the scene seemed to silently corroborate this conclusion of "reaping what one sows."

The police quickly secured the scene, taking photos, gathering evidence, and setting up a cordon. The preliminary judgment leaned toward death caused by an accidental explosion, and Chen Fan's actions were characterized as justifiable self-defense under the threat of extreme violence.

The commotion gradually subsided, and the dust settled. Chen Fan walked to a relatively clean open space outside the warehouse, took a deep breath of the cold air, and then took out his phone to dial the number that was always on his mind.

“Beep... Beep...” Each ring of the waiting tone made his fingertips tighten slightly. Until the call was picked up, and Su Qingyue’s sweet voice, tinged with a bit of sleepiness, came through: “Hello?”

This single word seemed to have magic, instantly soothing Chen Fan’s worries. His tense shoulders relaxed.

“Stay safe. Don't go out alone, especially at night.” Chen Fan’s voice was low and steady, yet carried an unquestionable concern.

“Alright, I know, I’m not a child. You called so late just to tell me this specifically?” Su Qingyue’s voice carried a smile, along with a lazy nasal tone from having her sleep interrupted; she felt that Chen Fan seemed exceptionally tense today.

“Mm... Yes, I missed you.” Chen Fan’s Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the smell of blood and gunpowder lingering in the warehouse deep into his heart. There was no need to make her worry.

There was a second of silence on the other end, followed by Su Qingyue’s light hum of amusement: “Love signal received! The training here is going quite smoothly. I’ll shadow them for two more days to get familiar with their processes and equipment before I head back, probably in three or four days. You should get some rest; don't always stay up late. I’m going back to sleep too; I have to go with the team to a temporary medical point at a higher altitude early tomorrow morning.” As she spoke, she let out a small yawn.

“Goodnight.” Listening to her vibrant voice, a genuine curve finally formed at the corner of Chen Fan’s mouth.

“Goodnight, you should sleep early too!”

Hanging up the phone, Chen Fan calmed his emotions. Although Long Zaitian’s threat had ended in such an absurd way, he knew in his heart that this was by no means the end. However, at least for now, Qingyue was safe.

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The next day, inside the intensive care unit.

Long Zhenwei leaned halfway against the bed, listening to the final investigation results of the abandoned factory from last night and the tragic state of the scene. He didn't have the expected explosion of rage, nor did he break down in tears. Instead, it was as if all the bones supporting him had been instantly pulled out, and he went completely limp. His sunken eyes stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling, his pupils dilated and devoid of any spirit.

It was as if he had aged another twenty years in just one night. His skin clung tightly to his bones, giving off a deathly gray hue of someone with one foot in the grave.

The room was terrifyingly silent, with only the monotonous beeping of the medical equipment.

After a long time, two lines of murky tears silently slid from his dry eyes and soaked into his graying hair at the temples.

“You wicked creature... such a wicked creature...” His lips trembled as he let out a nearly inaudible whisper, every word soaked in hellish pain and boundless regret, “That rebellious son... why wouldn't he listen to advice... why did he... have to go this far...”

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In the Northwest, the Long Corporation's top-secret deep-level laboratory was actually a laboratory funded by Graden under the foreign capital Alpha.

Long Zaifei stood tall before a massive composite material observation window. Outside was the desolate Gobi Desert and the continuous silver snow peaks in the distance, eternal and cold. He had just received the news of his brother Long Zaitian's death.

There was no overflowing sorrow, only a pure, extreme anger at being provoked. At the same time, there was a deep contempt for his stupid brother's valueless act of seeking death.

“Waste.” His thin lips parted slightly as he spat out two clear, cold words. “Played himself to death, and died so hideously, so... pointlessly.”

He slowly turned around. The gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses, like a laser calibrated with the highest precision, was cast toward the complex device in the center of the laboratory. It was isolated by multiple layers of energy fields, with a mysterious faint blue glow flowing inside—the core verification module of the top-secret project codenamed 'Xingtian'. The light reflected in his cold pupils, casting a chill.

“You still carry the blood of the Long family after all.” It was like a vow to something dormant deep within his bloodline. “The blood of the Long family cannot be shed in vain. Even if the person who shed it was an absolute fool.”

He stepped toward the internal communication terminal and entered the highest authority command. His voice was transmitted through an encrypted channel, as calm as if he were deploying a routine data collection:

“Submit an application to ‘Graden’ headquarters: The ‘Xingtian’ project team requests to advance the first stage of the ‘Combat Environment Simulation Test.’ It is suggested that one of the test reference observation points be set in the East China region, specifically the Shanghai metropolis, within the main industrial park of ‘Fanxing Technology’ and its surrounding three-kilometer radius. Reason: This area has a high concentration of emerging high-tech industries and a complex electromagnetic environment, possessing typical and cutting-edge observational value.”

“Simultaneously, in my personal capacity, I request the deployment of the ‘Eye of Insight’ Satellite No. 3, Priority B, for a period of thirty days, to perform periodic high-precision Synthetic Aperture Radar scans and full-spectrum environmental monitoring of the aforementioned coordinates. Reason for application: To assist the ‘Xingtian’ project in studying the disturbance models of high-intensity industrial clusters on local crustal micro-stress fields and background electromagnetic radiation spectra, providing environmental baseline data for subsequent energy load simulations.”

The logic of the command was rigorous, completely in line with the procedural standards of a top-tier scientific research project, and was impeccable. However, beneath those layers of academic coating lay a cold killing intent precisely locked onto its target—the prelude to a dimensional strike from a higher level.

He intended to use the most cutting-edge technical resources and observational power at the level of international cooperation to first silently complete a thorough perspective scan of Chen Fan and his foundation.

Then, at the most appropriate moment, he would use a 'scientific' method that the opponent could not possibly understand or resist to completely erase everything the man took pride in, along with that 'humiliation,' from both a physical and symbolic sense.

“Chen Fan,” Long Zaifei’s gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of kilometers, firmly locking onto a certain point in that bustling eastern city, “the debt my brother owes, and the stain you have placed on the Long family’s reputation... I will personally collect it all, with interest.”

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Chen Fan quickly performed a strategic split and distribution of the massive business growth brought about by the 'Xuanniao' superconducting material. He kept the core technology and standard control in his hands, while fully empowering the tested and capable member enterprises of the 'Spark Alliance' with specific links such as wire processing, component production, and engineering support.

This not only rapidly expanded the industrial ecosystem, bringing the alliance's cohesion to an unprecedented height, but also freed Chen Fan himself from tedious specific affairs.

The focus of his work began to shift significantly toward a new field—medical equipment.

The qualitative change in mental power brought by the meteorite was like opening a brand-new door for him. At this moment, inside his private laboratory, he sat with his eyes closed in concentration. In his mind, it was no longer a vague idea, but a thought model as clear as a high-resolution 3D image.

Chen Fan used his mental focus to anchor an Amplification on a conceptual design for a 'New Targeted Nano-Surgical Robot' involving thousands of parts, complex fluid dynamics, and bio-electric coupling.

As his intent settled, a faint light flashed in his palm. Under his gaze, that ordinary metal joint seemed to come to life. Its minute structure underwent reconstruction at the nano-level, becoming more precise and resilient, with extremely fine, masterfully crafted complex channels and sensing units appearing inside.

“The efficiency has increased by more than a hundredfold...” Chen Fan felt the mental power in his mind that was still surging and abundant—even becoming more refined due to the high-intensity use—and a burning light flashed in his eyes. The effect of this meteorite was too astonishing! If he could obtain more... Thinking of this, he immediately dialed Fu Dong's number.

The phone rang a few times before being picked up, and Fu Dong’s familiar voice came through, with the faint roar of some large machinery in the background: “Chen Fan? Calling at this time, did you run into trouble?” Fu Dong’s voice carried concern; he knew Chen Fan had just gone through a storm.

“Engineer Fu, the trouble is solved. It's about something else,” Chen Fan said, getting straight to the point. “That ‘stone’ you sent last time helped me immensely! Not just in material research, it... has some very special, unexpected effects. I want to know if you can get more things like that? No matter the channel, no matter the cost!”

On the other end of the phone, Fu Dong was clearly stunned. Obviously, Chen Fan’s reaction was completely different from what he had expected. He was silent for a few seconds, seemingly moving to a quieter place, and his voice lowered a bit, carrying an inquisitive tone: “Unexpected effects? Chen Fan, that thing... is very special, and its source is also very sensitive. I only managed to get such a small piece by chance back then.”

The sense of 'omnipotent' control and potential brought by Chen Fan's increased mental power made his thirst for this power reach its peak. “Engineer Fu, this thing is vital to me. I have a research project where this material is very useful. As long as you can get it, you can name your price.”

Fu Dong took a breath on the other end of the line; he could hear the sincerity in Chen Fan’s tone.

“I understand,” Fu Dong finally said.

“Thank you, Engineer Fu!” Chen Fan’s spirits lifted. “If you need any other support, just ask. I’ll wait for your news.”