Tang Qing continued to bow his head.
Biting on a pen cap.
Lost in thought.
His brows furrowed slightly.
That appearance enthralled many girls in the class, who couldn’t help indulging in waves of fantasies, images so ’indecent’ they could hardly bear them, yet these thoughts were their own creations, indelible.
Visible.
But out of reach.
Not only were n frustrated.
Won were too, especially those prone to daydreaming.
At the very back.
On an A4-sized piece of paper in front of Tang Qing.
There were chaotic lines.
An average person, even if they strained their eyes, couldn’t understand what was on it—because the human brain’s filtering capacity isn’t strong enough. In reality, amidst those ssy lines were individual parts.
Dozens.
Hundreds of parts.
Tang Qing had drawn them all on one piece of paper.
They overlapped one another.
To maximize the ’capacity’ of the paper, Tang Qing used a specially fine ink pen; whether it was the ink, the pen, or even the paper itself, all embodied the pinnacle of laboratory technology.
One could imagine.
How cluttered the paper was.
However.
In Tang Qing’s super-brain.
These hundreds of parts seed to co to life.
Very distinct, through nerve telekinesis, he could also erase the lines, squeezing the ink through to the other side of the paper, where a layer of chemical substance would neutralize the ink.
Turning it white.
Thus achieving the effect of erasing the lines.
Relying on this.
He could add to or alter any part as he wished. Due to the density of the lines, which was terrifying, outsiders couldn’t understand at all. Even if soone were explicitly told those were parts, they wouldn’t be able to reproduce them.
Far too complex.
Unless one worked backward from the finished product.
Like software.
For so more complicated software, only the programr who designed it knows the aning of many paraters. Others would be confounded, slowly deducing and understanding based on the execution effects.
But if there were no ’execution effects.’
The difficulty would multiply several tis over.
And for Tang Qing’s design.
There were no corresponding ’execution effects,’ no finished products to work backward from, and the proportions were chaos incarnate. Tang Qing used nearly twenty different scales, the details known only to him.
Therefore.
It was almost unsolvable.
Tang Qing was a student of the sciences.
He applied for finance in university but had an extraordinary fondness for lines and chanics, unlike most people. He had helped his uncle design an electric car, then moved on to automobiles, and later even began designing industrial equipnt.
This beca his new pleasure.
Actually.
When it cos to designing things, this act of ’creation’ is interesting to almost anyone, but manufacturing limitations often an that even if sothing is designed, it can’t be made, and one eventually gives up.
But Tang Qing was different.
Laboratory.
A complete industrial system.
Absolute authority.
Unlimited funding.
He could easily bring his designs to life with just a few words. Thus, when bored, Tang Qing continuously researched and designed various interesting things and never tired of it.
For example.
---The next generation of exoskeletal chanical armor.
---Conceptual unmanned combat aerial vehicles.
---Undersea drilling platforms.
---Ard helicopters.
---Automatic sunflower seed shelling machines.
...
Whether for military, industrial, or civilian use.
Tang Qing spared no sphere, covering a wide scope. For soone with ample ti and a brain that could overclock at will, not finding challenging tasks to do would be deathly boring.
Unlike social sciences.
Social sciences have their limits; finance, psychology, managent, language—these bodies of knowledge, even if added together, multiplied by a hundred, or even a thousand or ten thousand, do not reach the limits of the natural sciences.
So.
After finding little of interest in the social sciences.
Tang Qing’s attention turned to the natural sciences.
This ga of continuously discovering problems, solving them, creating new ones, then going to solve those, was indeed fascinating. He started to appreciate the allure of rigorous scientific inquiry.
At this mont.
Tang Qing was designing... a massage chair.
Yes.
He was that bored.
...
Noon.
As usual.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue got into the car to go ho.
Shortly after they started off.
"Commander, you’re being followed, nine car positions behind you, with five people in the vehicle, all operatives from the Kovalro Organization, no firearms or explosives, but equipped with five sets of near and long-range cold weapons, threat level: low."
Suddenly.
Tang Yi’s warning ca through the earphones.
The next mont.
A light flashed on his glasses.
They powered up in one second.
An overview appeared before Tang Qing’s eyes, transmitted in real-ti by the quantum satellite above; it was crystal-clear, unobstructed, and even allowed for 3D viewing—overwhelmingly powerful.
Among these.
The vehicle marked in green at the front was Tang Qing’s convoy.
Marching ahead and behind.
Were two off-road vehicles from Dongsheng Automobile Company.
rcedes-Benz.
Had already retired from his security equipnt setup. Watching a red Santana following behind, Tang Qing was amused—it had been a long ti since anyone dared target him.
Because the Command Room could not determine the objective of the pursuer.
They had not taken pre-emptive action.
The Command Room always verified identities first and then clarified the ins and outs to determine the threat level—if the target was soone else, then it fell outside their jurisdiction.
Interesting.
They were doing it quite covertly.
Fortunately.
These people didn’t carry firearms; otherwise, according to security regulations, even if the targets hadn’t been confird, and if these people were not officials, they would be controlled first.
Near and long-range cold weapons.
These too were marked before him.
---Special crossbow arrows.
Just fifteen centiters in length, very small, could be folded and tucked into a pocket, but Tang Qing estimated that their power was formidable. The fighters in their special equipnt had even shorter ones, but with force comparable to firearms.
---Alloy long daggers.
Just those two items.
One could say the crossbow arrows were also threatening.
But it also depends on who is involved. These people, even if they were only carrying crossbows, were in the sights of at least two gun barrels at any point along the way. If Tang Qing willed it, they wouldn’t live to see the next second.
However.
In urban areas.
In public places.
It was against security principles to allow fighters to shoot at will. Tang Qing didn’t wish to expose his protectors, and dealing with the Huaxia police wasn’t easy. Thus, facing these people required ’gentler’ thods.
Since they’ve co.
He might as well play along.
"Have you figured out their intent?" Tang Qing asked in a low voice.
"Not yet; because the details of the task were not communicated globally over any wireless or internet communication, the fighters embedded within the Kovalro Organization have no access to the task information."
Kovalro." Tang Qing murmured.
He knew of the organization.
A little less than legitimate, not an assassin organization, yet often taking dirty jobs and all sorts of legal tasks, sowhat like ’Tongtian’—their business was complex, arguably the global leader in ’special needs suppliers’.
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