76: Chapter 76 National Team Enters the Field?

Dami Technology headquarters was bright as day even in the dead of night.

The atmosphere in the conference room was more oppressive than a morgue.

Lei Jun sat at the head of the table, clutching the newly released MIX2 flagship phone, with the screen paused on the scene where Doraemon and the little girl were clapping hands together.

He looked up and scanned the terrified executives.

"Come on, wake up our Xiao Ai."

The technical director bit the bullet and shouted at the speaker on the table: "Xiao Ai."

"I am here." The speaker lit up with a silly blue ring.

"Recite a poem by Li Qingzhao, make it emotional, and analyze the poet's psychological state while you're at it," Lei Jun said rapidly.

"Okay, playing Li Qingzhao's poem for you... Searching... Sorry, no such singer found..."

The air froze.

Lei Jun expressionlessly unplugged the speaker.

"This is the artificial intelligence we spent hundreds of millions developing?"

He pointed to the Blue Fatty on the screen, his voice rising an octave.

"That is a true strong artificial intelligence! It has a soul! What is this? Artificial idiocy? A repeater?"

The technical director buried his head in his chest, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

There was simply no comparison.

Guanghui Technology's Blue Fatty could read expressions, understand memes, and even diagnose illnesses.

Their own creation, besides setting alarms and telling bad jokes, what else could it do?

"Boss Lei... Apple Inc. is in chaos too." The head of the marketing department cautiously handed over a report.

"Cook called an emergency board meeting overnight. It is said he scolded the Siri development team severely because when Siri was asked the question 'Is Doraemon real?', the answer it gave was 'I don't understand what you are saying'."

Lei Jun laughed in anger.

Well, good.

Everyone was originally pecking at each other in the mud, comparing whose voice assistant was more like a normal person.

As a result, Lu Li drove a Gundam into the arena.

How the hell were they supposed to play this?

Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment, CEO's office.

Broken porcelain and documents littered the floor, as if a great battle had just taken place here.

Fan Yu sat on the leather sofa, his tie pulled loose, his chest heaving violently.

Just a moment ago, the PR department sent news.

The entire internet was mocking Tianqiong Technology.

The articles they had previously paid internet trolls and influencers to spread, mocking Guanghui Technology for "CG fraud" and "costume scams," had now turned into boomerangs, stabbing fiercely into Fan Yu's forehead.

Netizens were going wild in the comments section of Tianqiong Technology's official blog:

[I heard Tianqiong Technology wants to blacklist Guanghui?]

[Laughing to death, a greedy game company looking down on a people's enterprise that develops Robots, who gave you the courage?]

[I don't even want to play Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment games anymore, their phone company is pure stupidity!!]

Every comment was like a loud slap in the face.

"Beep—"

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

A news notification popped up.

[Breaking! Former CEO of Tianqiong Entertainment's overseas division, Zhang Yuqing, died in a serious car accident on the Ring Expressway at 8:00 PM tonight. According to preliminary police investigations, it was caused by a truck driver's fatigue...]

Fan Yu picked up the phone and stared at the black headline.

There was not a hint of surprise or sympathy on his handsome but twisted face.

Only a chilling indifference.

"Efficiency is quite fast."

He casually swiped away the news and dialed an unsaved number.

"Clean up the tail."

Hanging up the phone, Fan Yu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the night view of the city.

Lu Li...

This debt is not settled yet!!

The next morning.

Lu Li was sitting at the dining table eating porridge, while that crazy girl Lu Yaoguang was still sleeping upstairs.

Her two female classmates had gone home; it turned out their homes were right in Mingzhu City.

Su Qingxue was wearing a well-tailored professional suit, elegantly peeling an egg.

"Husband, have you seen the news?"

Su Qingxue put the peeled egg into Lu Li's bowl, her tone somewhat heavy.

"Zhang Yuqing died in a car accident last night."

Lu Li's hand holding the spoon paused.

He looked up, somewhat stunned: "Dead?"

"Yeah, they say it was an accident." Su Qingxue frowned, "But I always feel uneasy. It's too coincidental. He just resigned from Tianqiong, just paid the first installment of the 4.55 million penalty and late fees for violating the non-compete contract to the court, and then he's gone."

Lu Li put down the spoon and picked up his phone to quickly scan the news.

It really looked like an accident.

A drunk truck driver, a blind spot in surveillance, a tragic scene.

Everything met the standard criteria of an "accident."

But Lu Li felt a chill crawling up his spine.

It was too coincidental.

Could it be Fan Yu of Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment?

However, whether it was him or not, he had to be on guard.

"Wife."

Lu Li suddenly grabbed Su Qingxue's hand.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingxue was startled by his serious expression.

"Starting today, I will commute with you." Lu Li said righteously, "As the company's product manager, I must protect the safety of you, the CEO, at all times."

Su Qingxue froze for a moment, then two red clouds flew onto her cheeks.

What was this?

A domineering little husband's forced love?

Although the reason was lame, but... she liked it.

"Okay." Su Qingxue held Lu Li's hand back, her fingertips lightly scratching his palm, "Then Manager Lu needs to be close by~"

Lu Li was in no mood to flirt.

He was truly panicked.

Although this was a society ruled by law, Fan Yu clearly didn't play by the rules.

He wasn't sure if he would transmigrate again if he died.

Must call for help!

Must stack armor!

After breakfast, Lu Li immediately contacted a security company.

He wanted the most expensive ones.

He wanted retired special forces soldiers.

He wanted the kind of ruthless men who could catch a blade with their bare hands.

Half an hour later, three burly bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood neatly at the villa entrance.

"Hello, Boss!"

The sound was like a bell, the momentum shocking.

Lu Li nodded with satisfaction.

But this wasn't enough.

He turned to look at the blonde girl behind him—the No. 18 Robot.

This was his real trump card.

Compared to Doraemon, which was mainly for civilian companionship, No. 18 was the true ceiling of individual combat.

Her chip stored all the world's fighting techniques, and her reaction speed was a hundred times that of a human.

More importantly... Lu Li glanced at No. 18's slender, fair wrists.

Who would have thought that in these hands, which looked harmless to humans and animals, ten armor-piercing bullets and one micro-tracking missile were hidden?

With her around, even if Fan Yu came with a tank, Lu Li would dare to go head-to-head!

On the way to the company.

Lu Li sat in the passenger seat, and Su Qingxue drove the low-key Panamera.

In the back seat sat the unsmiling No. 18 and a special forces bodyguard.

The bodyguard couldn't help but secretly size up No. 18; his intuition as a warrior told him that this beautiful blonde woman exuded a terrifyingly dangerous aura.

And behind them, a bodyguard car followed.

This entourage—anyone who didn't know better would think it was a national leader traveling.

Although Su Qingxue felt it was a bit exaggerated, she found it funny to see Lu Li staring nervously at the rearview mirror.

"Husband, aren't you being too sensitive?" Su Qingxue held the steering wheel with one hand, "Even if Fan Yu is crazy, he wouldn't dare to make a move on us in broad daylight, right?"

"Better safe than sorry."

Lu Li stared at the rearview mirror, his expression serious.

"Look at that black Magotan."

"It has been following us since we left the villa area. We've passed three traffic lights and changed lanes twice, and it has maintained a distance of twenty meters."

Su Qingxue glanced at the rearview mirror.

There was indeed a black Volkswagen.

Very ordinary, impossible to find in a pile of cars.

"Maybe it's going the same way?" Su Qingxue was somewhat uncertain.

"Same way?" Lu Li sneered, "Just now I deliberately let you slow down at the intersection, and it slowed down too. This is standard tracking technique."

It was definitely a killer sent by Fan Yu!

Or kidnappers!

Lu Li had already imagined a hundred Hollywood blockbuster plots in his mind.

He even started to calculate if the other party suddenly pulled out a handgun, would No. 18's automatic targeting be a step slower than him.

At the time, what was the millisecond speed of No. 18, this unrestricted Robot, for raising her hand and aiming automatically? He had actually forgotten such important data.

However.

What Lu Li didn't know was.

Sitting in that black Magotan was not a killer.

In the driver's seat, a young man with a buzz cut was holding a walkie-talkie, his tone full of helplessness.

"Captain, the target seems to have discovered us."

"This kid's counter-reconnaissance awareness is too strong, isn't it? I only followed for two intersections, and he started doing all kinds of lane-changing tests."

A calm, middle-aged male voice came from the other side of the walkie-talkie.

"Normal. The geniuses who can create that kind of Robot all have better brains than ordinary people."

"Keep your distance, don't let him misunderstand."

"We are here for background investigation and protective monitoring, not for kidnapping."

The young man with the buzz cut sighed and eased off the accelerator.

"This job is really hard. Captain, what did the higher-ups say? Is this kid's background clean?"

"Clean enough to be scary."

The captain's voice carried a hint of strangeness.

"Investigated three generations of his ancestors, all are root-red and seedling-straight farmers and workers. His own resume is even cleaner, except for the fact that marrying into the Su family has a bit of... ahem, a suspicion of relying on his wife, he has no overseas background."

"Then where did his technology come from?"

"This is also what the higher-ups are most troubled by."

The captain paused.

"The higher-ups suspect that we have either encountered a peerless genius born once every five hundred years."

"Or... there is a huge organization behind this kid that we haven't discovered yet."

"No matter which one it is, he is now a key protection target of the country."

The captain's voice suddenly turned cold, permeated with a murderous aura:

"Keep a close eye on me! If that reckless kid from the Fan Family dares to play dirty..."

"In the event that the target's safety is threatened, approval is granted to shoot to kill immediately!!"