Actually, Wang Ling was well aware that someone was secretly investigating him. Otherwise, given Odd Zhuo's little tricks, there was no way they would still be able to track him down after that incident six years ago. But if he wanted to find out who exactly was investigating him, he would have to quietly wait for the other party to give himself away.
Since the last time Odd Zhuo had come to No. 60 High School to block him, Wang Ling had already been on guard. He had a feeling that the person hiding behind Odd Zhuo was going to show up again …
Wang Ling very rarely asked Wang Ming for help, but this time, he edited the situation into a text message and sent it to Wang Ming.
In less than five minutes, Wang Ming had sent him a string of numbers. These were the login coordinates of that book friend on the Cultivation Yue with the ID "Super Super High School Level Deputy Director 1."
Although the mysterious monkey coder behind Odd Zhuo was also a first-class computer expert, and habitually changed the coordinates and hid the account's location when he logged in, it was a pity that his opponent this time was Huaxiu nation's most powerful brain.
After that, Wang Ling directly used the Great Teleportation Spell to instantly teleport to a mysterious underground laboratory on the border of Huaxiu nation based on the coordinates provided by Wang Ming.
And then, there was this scene in front of him …
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In the huge laboratory, Wang Ling suddenly appeared with both hands raised high in the air, and a huge ball of light with a primordial qi bullet was already waiting to be fired …
The man in black tights was scared out of his wits and didn't even dare turn his head. Trembling, he followed Wang Ling's first instruction after arriving here and taught Odd Zhuo a lesson. Who knew whether that guy had listened or not …
What the f * * k!
The man had always thought that the person he was investigating was just an ordinary student; who knew that he was actually a steel cannon who could carry a nuclear bomb with him? If this bomb was thrown here … forget this laboratory, even the border would be f * * king flattened!
With his back to Wang Ling, the man raised both hands. "Exalted Immortal … I've already told you everything you wanted to say."
This time, Father Wang had given Wang Ling a death order: he had to wipe his own ass clean, otherwise he would never be able to eat his favorite crispy noodle snacks at home again …
Wang Ling nodded silently and put away the primordial qi bullet …
He was pretty pissed off at Father Wang's scolding earlier.
Feeling the light and wind pressure behind him decrease sharply, the man finally heaved a long sigh of relief. At least the results of his decades of painstaking research had been preserved … but without Wang Ling's order, the man didn't dare turn around at all.
He gave the man a second instruction, which was to erase all the investigation records related to him.
The man didn't even dare to breathe as he began to operate on the screen. Two minutes later, the words "Deletion Successful" appeared on the screen, which was as wide as a satellite launch site.
The man raised his hands again. "Don't worry, Exalted Immortal … I've deleted all your records. I didn't leave any copies."
Wang Ling was silent for a while. In the end, he still didn't believe the man's words. He took a step, and a powerful spirit wave spread out with him as the center. Instantly, there was a series of "bang bang bang bang" explosions nearby.
Now, he was a lot more at ease. At the very least, he could confirm that he had destroyed all the chips here that could be used to store data.
The man held his head and shivered on the ground.
Wang Ling looked around and realized that Little Black, the monkey programmer, actually had a lot of strange inventions. Among them, the most eye-catching one had to be a large steel cannon with a diameter of one meter. It stood erect like a chimney in the middle of the lab, and on either side of it hung two steel balls that looked like monkeys blocking thunder.
Wang Ling pointed at the cannon and asked Little Black telepathically, "What is this?"
Little Black held his head and didn't dare look at Wang Ling at all. He said timidly, "This is … the Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon."
"…"
What the f * * k was this name?!
The more Wang Ling looked at it, the more he felt that this cannon looked suspicious.
And so, he raised his hand …
After a flash of dazzling light, there was a deafening "boom" …
The cannon was directly blown to smithereens.
Billowing waves of air directly activated the lab's built-in firefighting system, and the sprinklers sprayed everywhere in a thick mist …
When Little Black raised his head, he found that Wang Ling had already disappeared.
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In the destroyed lab, Little Black sat weakly on the ground. He was drenched from head to toe, and his black tights were wrapped around him like a swimsuit. Trembling, he took out a cigarette and silently lit it.
Everything was destroyed …
Little Black held his head in pain. His painstaking invention, the result of decades of research, and that Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon … had actually been destroyed in an instant!
The most important thing was that when he faced Wang Ling, Little Black felt that not only was he unable to stop it, he couldn't even resist it.
Given his realm, he wasn't at the top of the world, but he felt that he could at least shake the world. But when he faced Wang Ling, he felt a suffocating force … that earth-shattering pressure gripped his throat, making him feel like he had almost died.
It had been a long time since Little Black had felt this real sense of oppression from the gap in realms.
"This person … is really terrifyingly strong!" Little Black shuddered as he smoked. Who on earth was the person he had been investigating all these years?
After a cigarette, Little Black calmed his thoughts. He wanted to call someone to report the situation, but found that even his wristwatch had been damaged. There were no usable electronic products in the lab now!
This wasn't just a moving human nuclear bomb … he was also a f * * king moving EMP!
Now that he couldn't make phone calls and the equipment was broken, Little Black could only write a report by hand and then look for an opportunity to report the damage to the lab.
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May 16th, sunny.
The laboratory had suffered unprecedented damage. According to the current statistics, the laboratory had lost three satellite computers, one Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon, and ten communication devices … All the data had been destroyed. The initial estimate was that the probability of recovery was minuscule, probably less than 0.1%. At the same time, the experimental subjects that had transmigrated to other worlds with the black technology developed in the lab might no longer be under control. Hopefully, this matter would attract the attention of the organization … Also, regarding the identity of the person who had destroyed the lab …
At this point in the report, Little Black's pen paused. "…"
Holy shit, wait! —
This teenager with terrifying strength … what the f * * k was his name again?
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