423: Chapter 873 Zhao Yang Assassinated! The Entire Internet is in Anger!

In the basement, he sat at the console and opened the surveillance footage recorded in real-time by the nanobots in the square.

Several video clips clearly captured the entire process of those individuals disguised as students, from drawing their blades to being repelled.

Zhao Yang imported the videos into his computer and did a little editing.

Then, he opened Weibo and began typing: "During this trip to Seoul to attend the International Congress of Mathematicians, I experienced the first assassination attempt of my life. The perpetrators were a group of well-trained professionals disguised as students. I don't know if this is related to my previous assistance to the Ministry of State Security in cracking down on transnational spy networks, but the video is here, and this is what happened."

He uploaded the edited video and clicked send. Then, he opened his long-unused Twitter account, translated the Weibo post into English, and posted it to the foreign network.

Although it was already early morning, as soon as Zhao Yang's Weibo post went out, a flood of comments poured into the comment section in a very short time.

"Oh my god! God Zhao is telling the truth! An assassination! Can this really happen at a modern academic exchange event? Has the world gone mad? God Zhao, are you hurt? How are you?"

"Before, God Zhao kept saying he was afraid of death, and I always thought he was just overthinking it. What country would target a mathematician? Now I believe it. Those beasts really did it. In the video, that blade was probably just inches away from him. It's terrifying."

"Uh… although… but… how was this video filmed? It's shot so well? I'm a bit curious…"

"I apologize for my previous comments. A long time ago, when God Zhao said he was afraid of death and didn't dare to go to the United States, I followed the crowd and mocked him for being pretentious, saying a scholar shouldn't care about travel entourages. Now that I think about it, I was the fool. He wasn't being pretentious at all; he just knew his surroundings weren't safe, and we onlookers never took his situation seriously."

"He was there to receive the fields medal. The most prestigious award ceremony in the global mathematical community. Someone targeted a fields medal recipient during the awards. This shows that behind this is not some isolated lunatic, but an organized assassination operation with intelligence sources."

"Indeed, you can see it's very organized and disciplined; it's a hitman organization!"

"Damn! These disgusting things actually targeted God Zhao so quickly! Damn it! It's a good thing God Zhao is alright!"

The shock on the foreign network was even greater than domestically. After Zhao Yang's Twitter post went out, the number of retweets began to grow at an extremely rapid speed in a very short time. The languages in the comment section quickly expanded from English to German, French, Japanese, and Korean.

"I always thought Zhao Yang was intentionally putting on airs by not going abroad to receive awards. Now it seems I was horribly wrong. It's not that he didn't want to come; it's that someone really wants to kill him. Why would anyone want to kill a mathematician? Unless he is involved in far more than just mathematics."

"I've watched this video several times. The way those people disguised as students drew their blades isn't at the level of street fighting; they were professionally trained."

"I remember the spy case at the Aerospace Center before, when Zhao Yang assisted the Ministry of State Security in tracking dark web nodes and caught a nest of traitors. Since then, he has said that someone was targeting him. Now you see, everything he said was true."

"This trip to Seoul by Zhao Yang can be said to have proven too many things. Not just the medal, but many truths that have been ignored."

Not long after Zhao Yang posted it, Terence Tao called. His voice was clearly filled with anxiety: "Zhao Yang, where are you right now? I saw the post you made about an assassination. How are you? Are you hurt?"

"I'm in Yanjing, I've already returned. I'm not hurt," Zhao Yang replied.

"When did you get back? Why didn't I know?"

"A special plane arranged by the embassy. We left in a hurry, so I didn't have time to tell you."

Terence Tao was silent on the other end of the line for a few seconds. "Then get some good rest, I'll come see you when I return to the country!" "Okay!" "Then get some good rest." After saying that, Terence Tao hung up the phone.

Not long after hanging up the phone, domestic media responded quickly. The news channel inserted the news of Zhao Yang's attack in Seoul into the late-night news, accompanied by photos of him attending the opening ceremony of the International Congress of Mathematicians and a screenshot of that Weibo post.

The Host's wording was very restrained, only stating that Professor Zhao Yang encountered an attack while attending an academic conference in Seoul, has currently returned safely to the country, and the specific situation is under further investigation.

The news spread quickly. Zhao Yang's parents saw it on the news. When Mother Zhao called, her voice was trembling: "Yang Yang, are you okay? Your uncle just saw the news on his phone saying you were assassinated and called us. Say something, speak so I can hear you."

"Mom, I'm fine. I don't have a single scratch." "Where are you? Still in South Korea?" "Just got back to Yanjing, I'm at the villa. I'm really fine. Do I sound like someone who's in trouble?" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm really fine! If you don't believe me, you can come to Yanjing to see me! I'll buy you a plane ticket for tomorrow!" Mother Zhao was silent for a long while on the other end of the line, then said, "Then buy it for me!"

"Alright!" Zhao Yang had Shin-chan book the ticket. After telling his mother the time, Mother Zhao was silent for a moment, then asked Zhao Yang, "Are you still going abroad in the future?"

Hearing Mother Zhao's question, Zhao Yang paused for a moment. He did not answer this question. He knew that his mother's worry could not be dispelled by a simple "I won't go again," and he truly couldn't make such a promise.

After offering a few more words of comfort, he hung up the phone, placed it face down on the table, and had Shin-chan send a file to General Li. Then, he called General Li.

"General Li, I just posted on Weibo. I've just screened the facial features of the individuals captured by the camera I carry with me, and it seems there are clues regarding the identities of a few of them. I'm sending these materials to you."

"Received. Also, your Weibo post was very timely. The diplomatic department has already initiated solemn representations with South Korea, and the International Mathematical Union has also expressed its concern to Seoul through official channels. As for domestically, this matter will not just pass like this. I have already increased manpower for your parents, with 24-hour shifts. Starting today, your security level will be raised another notch, and an undercover reconnaissance team will be added to the perimeter."

General Li's voice paused, and when he spoke again, there was a trace of suppressed anger in his tone. "Damn it, to dare touch our people; this debt will be settled sooner or later."

"Alright, I'm going to sleep now." Zhao Yang wasn't very interested in the matter of settling scores for now; there would be plenty of opportunities later anyway. "Alright! You get some rest!"

Zhao Yang tidied up a bit, then lay down and fell asleep. The next day, after getting out of bed, Zhao Yang immediately opened the system inventory and saw the icon for the Super Quantum Computer!