68: Chapter 68 Send a stealth drone back to collect some footage

"Buzz——"

A black "insect," no bigger than a fly, ejected from between Natasha's fingers and instantly merged into the gloomy night sky of Scotland.

Its wings vibrated at a frequency of thousands of times per second, yet it made no sound. The shell was covered with a layer of nano-scale light-absorbing coating, capable of perfectly deceiving all current radar and the naked eye.

【Bionic Fly Drone (Type B-3)】.

A "little toy" that costs $100,000 in the system mall.

"Boss, can this thing really fly halfway across the world without being discovered?"

Natasha watched the small black dot disappear rapidly, her eyes filled with shock. This kind of individual stealth reconnaissance technology remained only at the theoretical stage even in the KGB's top laboratories.

"It will catch the nearest cargo plane."

Chen Yuan stood on the castle terrace, holding a cup of black tea, his tone flat. "Once it reaches Chinese territory, it will detach itself and then, guided by the Red Queen, precisely find that... courtyard house that has disgusted me for eighteen years."

...

Twenty-four hours later, China, Jinghai City.

It was evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded this city where ancient and modern times intertwined.

Traffic flowed, and the voices of people were loud.

Yet in the most central part of the city, an ancient architectural complex covering nearly ten thousand square meters appeared exceptionally quiet, completely out of place with the surrounding hustle and bustle.

Green bricks and grey tiles, carved beams and painted rafters.

This was the ancestral home of the Jinghai Chen Family. A "cage" that looked full of historical heritage on the outside, but was already rotten to the core on the inside.

An inconspicuous fly silently flew over the five-meter-high courtyard wall, dodging the dense infrared cameras and vibration sensors in the corners.

It landed lightly on the leaf of a century-old pagoda tree, its six compound eyes simultaneously initiating a 360-degree scan with no blind spots.

【Jinghai Chen Family ancestral home, scan complete.】

【Security system: Israeli 'Wild Kid' custom version, includes 32 high-definition cameras, 18 infrared sensors, and... underground pressure sensing network.】

【Evaluation: For ordinary people, it's hell-level difficulty. For me, it's kindergarten level.】

The Red Queen's voice sounded in Chen Yuan's mind, carrying a hint of disdain.

Chen Yuan sat in front of the fireplace in Scotland, the holographic projection in front of him live-streaming the 4K high-definition footage sent back by the drone.

"Well done."

Chen Yuan took a sip of black tea. "Don't alert anyone, go straight to Zhao Ya's study. I want to see what my good stepmother has been busy with lately."

"Understood."

The fly drone took off again, like a ghost, silently passing through the corridor, sticking to the gaps in the window lattices to slip into a room filled with the scent of sandalwood and medicine.

That was Old Master Chen's bedroom.

Through the lens, Chen Yuan saw the old man who had once been arrogant and domineering in front of him.

He was lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to a ventilator, eyes closed, his face pale as gold paper. Nearby, several doctors in white coats were whispering about his condition, their expressions grave.

Chen Yuan's eyes showed no fluctuation.

Is it pitiful?

Perhaps.

But a pitiable person must have something hateful about them. If not for his tacit approval back then, he would not have been swept out like trash.

The drone did not stop, passing directly through the bedroom to the study connected to it.

Zhao Ya was sitting behind the desk.

She was wearing a simple and elegant cheongsam, her hair combed meticulously, and her face was exquisitely made up, looking like a virtuous wife and mother worried about her husband's condition.

But if you looked closely, you would find that there was no trace of sadness in her well-maintained eyes, only an irrepressible restlessness and... greed.

She was making a phone call.

Using a specially encrypted satellite phone.

"How is it? How much longer can the old man hold on?"

A cold, male voice with a heavy Japanese accent came from the other end of the line.

"The doctor says, at most three days."

Zhao Ya's voice was very low, but every word was full of calculation. "I have already had him press his fingerprint on the equity transfer agreement. As soon as he breathes his last, my son Chen Yu will be the largest shareholder of the Chen Group."

"Very good."

The man on the other end seemed very satisfied. "Our plan has reached the final step. As soon as we get the inheritance rights of the Chen family, we can legitimately take over all their overseas channels, as well as... that 'thing' hidden under the ancestral home."

"Thing?"

Zhao Ya frowned. "I still don't know what that is. I only heard the old man mention it once after getting drunk, saying it was a 'key' that could change the world order."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The man's voice turned icy instantly. "You just need to do your job. Remember, your life, and the life of your precious son, are in my hands."

Zhao Ya's body stiffened visibly, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

"I understand, Mr. 'Shadow'."

"However..." Zhao Ya changed the subject, her tone becoming worried. "I always feel uneasy. That bastard... Chen Yuan, his recent movements abroad have been too big. Not only did he get involved with the British royal family, but even the Rothschild Family has bowed their heads to him..."

"Just a piece of trash."

The man called "Shadow" snorted disdainfully. "He just got lucky and mastered some low-level biological technology. In the face of true power, he is just an ant."

"But..."

"No buts!"

Shadow's voice became stern. "Our plan cannot afford to fail! To prevent long delays leading to more trouble, we must completely control the Chen family before he returns to the country!"

"I'm worried..." Zhao Ya's voice trembled slightly. "I'm worried that he might have already discovered something. About his mother's... back then..."

"Shut up!"

Shadow interrupted her sharply. "That matter must never be mentioned again! I have already cleaned up the loose ends from back then; it is impossible to leave any evidence!"

"What you need to do now is watch that old fool, don't let him breathe his last early, and don't let him have the chance to see any outsiders!"

"Understood."

Zhao Ya hung up the phone, her whole body seeming to have been drained of strength, collapsing into the chair.

She picked up a photo frame on the table and stroked it gently.

In the photo was a picture of her and Chen Yu.

"Soon... it will be soon..."

She muttered to herself, and a strange, twisted smile appeared on her well-maintained face:

"Once I have everything, no one will ever be able to threaten us mother and son again."

...

Scotland, ancient castle.

Chen Yuan quietly watched everything on the projection, his expression terrifyingly calm.

But in those pitch-black eyes, a storm capable of destroying everything was brewing.

His mother's death.

It was indeed related to this vicious woman.

And that so-called "Shadow," along with the Japanese forces behind him.

An invisible net was slowly tightening.

"Alice."

Chen Yuan's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together.

"Yes, Boss."

"Prepare the plane."

"Where to?"

Chen Yuan stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the rain had stopped.

A blood-red setting sun hung on the horizon, dyeing the entire Scottish Highlands a shocking dark red.

"Home."

Chen Yuan looked at the blood sun and said word by word:

"To attend a funeral."