The Internet Is Not Beyond the Law

In the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse's No. 18 Chinese-style presidential suite, which is theoretically reserved for foreign heads of state, Kang De walked back and forth curiously, looking around. This must be one of the most difficult presidential suites in the world to book.

Well, how should I put it?

Compared to Kang De's own home, this place, apart from its high ceilings and much larger area, features genuine antique decorations and a subtly luxurious, slightly worn-out feel. Security is far superior, the temperature is pleasantly comfortable, and the view outside the window is lush and green... but it's not all that special.

Damn it.

Kang De walked into the master bedroom with his hands behind his back, looking around and clicking his tongue in amazement.

Miss Qin followed three steps behind, her eyes also filled with curiosity as she quietly looked around. This was a rare experience for her.

If it weren't for Kang De's incident, she would never have had the chance to enter this legendary room in her entire life.

Although Building 18 has hosted private groups a few times, that's in the past. The $50,000 per day price for the entire building may not be expensive for those who want to stay, but the hidden barriers to entry are extremely high.

But none of this matters to the person in front of him.

He didn't even know that there was a Building 18 at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, yet he was able to check in without paying a single penny. Several ministerial-level agencies of the Republic had already coordinated everything for him.

Qin Mengjin was momentarily lost in thought and sighed silently.

It would be a lie to say I'm not envious.

He was able to receive such preferential treatment not because of the power he held, but because of the force he possessed. This force was neither money nor military power, but real military force, which belonged only to him, could not be taken away, could not be bought, and could not be controlled... the rage of a common man.

There is a side of this world unknown to the general public, where extraordinary power exists, and within this mysterious group that is so illusory it seems unreal, he is the most powerful one known in the world.

With a single hand, he could open the Holy Light Dome covering the entire city, summon a massive lightning storm, and easily crush elites from various countries... These abilities seemed so mysterious and powerful, but what truly made countries and relevant departments wary, curious, and envious was his hyperspace teleportation ability.

He could even deploy all the equipment and ordnance of a heavy combined arms brigade to any corner of the world in less than half an hour.

--Or an equivalent amount of bombs, or a smaller nuclear weapon.

The delivery point can be either high in the air or underground.

His spatial abilities alone mean he is more qualified to live in this room than the President of the America. Until the relevant checks and balances and defenses are developed, he will be the most dangerous and powerful superhuman in the world, because he not only possesses power beyond human comprehension, but he can also seamlessly match the existing human military system and upgrade its efficiency to an extremely exaggerated level.

Qin Mengjin couldn't help but recall the conclusions reached by her comrades in the General Staff Department.

The largest, most efficient, and fastest transportation unit in human history.

The most stealthy and penetrating heavy bombing platform in human history, with the largest payload, longest endurance and self-defense capabilities, and greatest destructive power and accuracy.

The most unsolvable strategic and tactical nuclear weapon strike method in human history.

His abilities were so powerful that even the state hesitated to issue a formal summons or invitation to him, because the conclusions of the secret report were terrifying.

Kang De's formal entry into the Republic's armed forces will increase the probability of a global thermonuclear war by 17 percent. When he represents the Republic in combat for the first time, this probability will increase by another 12 percent. When he engages in armed conflict with Western countries as a soldier of the Republic, this probability will soar to a number that no one on Earth can accept, as the intensity of the battle increases.

"His abilities have become so powerful that all the major nations harbor murderous intent towards him but dare not act rashly—if he were weaker, he would probably be dead by now."

These are the comments and conclusions.

After rescuing his father, he still insisted on standing up for the civilians of a West Africa country that had nothing to do with him against the raging insect plague and the machinations of Western countries. In doing so, he completely exposed himself to the rulers of the world—and bore all the malice, hostility and murderous intent that followed.

So, did he know about these things himself?

Thinking of this, even though Miss Qin had excellent mental fortitude and could be described as calm in the face of change, she was still shaken and sighed for a moment. In order to better unite with Kang De, her only work during this period was to look through Kang De's materials and study his life. In some aspects, she even knew more about Kant than Kang De's parents.

--Because there are some things that parents won't know, but the relevant departments will most likely know.

She knew Kang De's temperament and what kind of person he was.

Gazing at his retreating figure, Qin Mengjin's eyes momentarily dazed.

Does this upright, enthusiastic, and even somewhat idealistic young man realize his situation?

When he visited this room, which was reserved for the world's most powerful leaders, did he realize that he had already incurred the wrath of most of the world's most powerful leaders?

Every move they make is watched by world leaders and powerful intelligence agencies, carrying the darkest fears, anxieties, and hostility of many human regimes. The world's major powers have likely already established new departments, allocating their bravest warriors, most ruthless executioners, and most brilliant strategists to research entirely new tactics, plans, and cutting-edge weaponry. Their sole mission is...

--Kill Kang De.

Now, he simply strolls leisurely, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminating his profile, a warm and peaceful smile on his face, as if he were just an ordinary young man from the Republic.

"--etc."

Kang De suddenly turned around, startling Qin Mengjin, who was lost in her sorrow. "Huh?"

A barely perceptible blush rose to her cheeks.

Pshaw, I got way too into the role.

Kang De failed to notice the subtle change in Miss Qin —it was too difficult for him to discern.

His expression was subtle, as if he had thought of something, "Um, when A Chuan visited China, did he stay in this same room?"

Qin Mengjin paused for a moment. "I'm not quite sure about that... wait a minute."

She immediately stepped aside, took out her phone, typed in a message, and received a reply a moment later.

President Trump did not stay at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse during his visit to China.

Kang De breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, that's really good."

Qin Mengjin asked curiously, "What?"

--I'm afraid A Chuan has taken a golden bath here.

Of course, he couldn't say this to Miss Qin in front of him. In this respect, Kang De still had a sense of propriety—this kind of explosive topic was only suitable for laughing with that old lecher, Parrot.

Qin Mengjin probably never dreamed that Kang De was thinking about anything.

Seeing that Kang De had finished his tour, she said, "We've given you two hours to rest. You can relax here, take a look around, and have something to eat."

"The troops will arrive in two hours. We'll talk in the meeting room of Building 18. If you have any questions or needs, feel free to contact me. You can also call a waiter outside or make an internal call. One more thing—do you have any dietary restrictions or preferences? This is Diaoyutai, where the top culinary team in China and even the world is at your service. You can eat whatever you want."

As she spoke, she took a small notebook out of her bag.

--If I said I wanted to eat female body sushi, would you hit me?

A flirtatious thought crossed Kang De's mind, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He was curious about what would happen if he made that request—but for the sake of his reputation, he decided against it.

Kang De, who thought this way, was unaware that his sexual fetishes, browsing history, download history, seeding history, and circumvention history were no longer secrets.

The internet is not a lawless zone.

Therefore, in addition to the fact that Kang De's cell phone and personal computer were always respected, even the various notebooks and audio-visual products that Kang De secretly bought during his trip to Japan were thoroughly investigated by intelligence agents from various countries through store tax records and receipts.

The most outrageous thing is that, due to the common bureaucratic style and the hierarchical ordering in various countries, the frontline intelligence personnel responsible for carrying out the orders even went to visit the artists who created the picture book and consulted them on many things.

Those poor teachers experienced the most bizarre thing in their lives—being taken to the Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office. Their fear and anxiety were indescribable. They desperately explained that they had not evaded taxes, sold themselves to minors, or committed any illegal or disorderly conduct. They were so frightened that they almost cried, frantically trying to recall if they had done anything criminal.

Then they were asked many questions by smiling, kind, and sincere Japan officials and foreigners, questions that even Japan would find difficult to answer.

It's all about milk [beep--], seduction [beep--], and ideal type and stuff like that.

There were even ridiculous questions like, "What were you feeling when you were drawing this book?", "Do you like this kind of plot?", "What is your most wonderful fantasy?", "Do you think you could have drawn it better?", "Do you have any better ideas or fantasies?", "Are the clothes in this book based on real people?", and "Can you pick your favorite one from these photos?"

But Kang De knew nothing of this.

Unaware that the spirited and capable woman from the United Front Work Department before him already knew him quite well, the naive young man continued to play the role of a straightforward, handsome, and carefree innocent boy in front of her, laughing and saying, "Anything is fine, anything is fine."

"This is truly the most difficult request to fulfill," Qin Mengjin complained. "Then let the masters do their best. Anyway, you can come anytime you want in the future."

Kang De asked, "Is it still free?"

Qin Mengjin rolled her eyes at him slightly. "You've earned so much money from the country, you could eat here for a lifetime and still not spend it all, is it really necessary to fuss over this?"

Kang De said proudly, "You don't understand. Think about it, between 'I paid to eat a state banquet at Diaoyutai' and 'I ate and drank for free at Diaoyutai,' isn't the latter more impressive to show off?"

"... That makes a lot of sense."

Qin Mengjin was speechless. She closed her notebook and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. I still have work to report to. I'll stay in the room next to yours. You can come to me if you have any questions."

She certainly wouldn't stay in the second bedroom of this presidential suite, nor would she go and stay in another Western-style presidential suite in Building 18; that would be too inappropriate—she was staying in the king-size bed room reserved for the bodyguards.

"You've had a long day." Kang De saw her to the door. "See you later."

Miss Qin smiled brightly at him, "See you in a bit."

The door closed, and the dull thud of high heels hitting the carpet gradually faded away.

Kang De continued to admire the Grand View Garden.

After looking around for a while, he stared at the numerous Ming and Qing dynasty antique furniture and calligraphy and paintings on display, and his expression changed.

I have a bold idea...

--If I take these things to my territory and reset the mirror image of that area, wouldn't I be able to replicate these priceless national treasures and antiques? And in a way that would be absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing.

Kang De was quite interested, but the next second, a subtle expression appeared on his face.

It's possible to do it—but what's the point?

Copying it and keeping it at home? That would be asking for trouble. First of all, Engineer Kang and Teacher Li would definitely not appreciate it. Secondly, if outsiders saw it and the government accidentally found out, there would be no way to explain it.

Obtained from another world?

This...

Not to mention that many of the items did not quite fit Kang De's aesthetic, for him, hanging a group photo of his wives from Azur Lane was not as good as hanging Immortals Celebrating a Birthday a birthday by Wang Yun.

After all, given his lowbrow taste and lack of artistic appreciation, the latter is much more attractive—big breasts, a perky butt, a pretty face, and she's my wife.

Moreover, these ancient items were exquisite pieces in their time, and in modern times they would indeed be considered national treasures, but that is only in the context of modern society.

If these antiques, which contain no elemental power, and these calligraphy and paintings, which are not imbued with any divine charm or spiritual energy, were taken to another world, they would probably be secretly ridiculed by Dong Tianming, the Imperial Tutor, who would treat them like an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

Kang De looked at it for a while, smiled, and then shifted his gaze from the kiln-fired pomegranate-shaped vase to the smart TV in the room—this was Civilization could boast of, a marvel forged by technology, industry, advancement, and collective effort, a fusion of wisdom and power, enough to benefit everyone; this was the power of the Earth.

Perhaps Cathay could easily produce ten or a hundred times more antique treasures and exquisite calligraphy and paintings than this, but even if they poured all the resources of the nation into it, they could never hope to create a single LCD TV.

Kang De shook his head, picked up a famille rose vase with a hundred dragons and phoenixes in relief, dating back to the Jiaqing period. It was obviously a priceless antique. Perhaps in the eyes of experts it was comparable to a stunning beauty, but in Kang De's eyes it was really ugly. A hundred brightly dressed children were probably strolling through a temple fair. The style was no different from the paintings and bowl patterns in his rural hometown.

Open the Phase Gate and return home to H City.

The house was quiet and empty. Kang De placed the antique on the ground, refreshed the White Mist World, thought for a moment, then returned the original and retrieved the mirror image from the White Mist World.

Although it won't be displayed at home or taken to another world, it can be used for other things—for example, to show it to Engineer Kang and say that it's a treasure from the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, worth hundreds of millions, and then, while Dad is admiring it, he can chop it up with a swift stroke.

That old man was terrified.

Now that Papa Kang's Mama Kang were not home, Kang De felt bored and knocked on Xiaoman's door.

Xiaoman opened the door with a smile, "All done?"

"I've arrived at the hotel, and you'll be shocked when I tell you! I've checked into Building 18 at Diaoyutai State Guesthouse as a head of state! That place only caters to foreign leaders!"

The girl giggled and said, "Oh, I know, you're unlucky."

"--shut up!"

Kang De entered Xiaoman's house and took out his slippers from the cupboard. "These aren't suitable this time. Next time I'll take you out to play; you'll definitely broaden your horizons."

Xiaoman moved his shoes aside, her long black hair slipping down her shoulders, a smile playing on her lips, "Sounds quite interesting, seems like a great stage for showing off and getting slapped in the face."

Kang De didn't hear clearly. "What?"

"For example, imagine you have a rival, an arrogant rich kid or a brainless classmate from school, who also checks into the Diaoyutai Guesthouse. You're strolling around there and happen to bump into him showing off. After seeing you, he mocks and ridicules you. His lackeys, passersby, and the female supporting character all have different thoughts about you. Finally, the villain, who practically begs to see you, asks you where you're staying, saying he's in a suite or presidential suite in a certain building. You calmly reply that you're in building number eighteen."

Xiaoman gestured and chattered away.

"Damn, that's got the vibe." Kang De held up one finger. "Ideally, when I tell them I live in Building 18, they'll first pause, then laugh at me for being a pretentious country bumpkin, saying Building 18 is for foreign leaders, and then loudly mock me as I walk by, saying I'll definitely be chased away by the guards because Building 18 is closed off today, and tourists aren't allowed to take pictures—"

He paused, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Then I approached the gatekeeper, and the armed police officer saluted me."

Xiaoman laughed and said, "Then you turned your head and gave a crooked smile."

"Damn, I can picture it!"

"It tastes even better now!"

The two laughed wildly for a while, then high-fived each other in celebration.

Kang De asked, "How come you're so skilled?"

Xiaoman smiled without saying a word.

The two walked into the living room, where Kang De lay on the sofa and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Xiaoman waved her phone. "I'm chatting with Xiao An. She's getting ready to go to her next destination and is about to board the plane."

Where?

"Paris."

Speaking of Paris, Kang De thought of his many disagreements with Fr*nce, as well as his newborn son, A Fu, whom he promised to bring to Earth sometime.

"What are you going there for?" Kang De frowned. "I heard the security there is pretty bad."

"It's alright, Xiao An said it's been pretty good lately. She's been there a few times before, and she always goes on shopping sprees and stays in luxury hotels. There are no safety issues," Xiaoman said casually.

Kang De was just saying it casually; he wasn't familiar with An Youyi, and it was none of his business where she went.

He said, "Do you want to go? I'll go with you next time."

And incidentally, to scare that son of a bitch of France.

"Okay," Xiaoman agreed casually, then turned to look at him. "What's wrong? Why are you being so nice to me this time you've come back?"

Kang De was startled, but remained outwardly calm. "Ah?"

Xiaoman was just saying it casually. She pressed her phone and continued chatting with her best friend, with whom she had recently rekindled their friendship, wishing her a safe journey and some rest.

"Would you like some snacks or fruit?" Kang De asked with a smile. "They're specially made for Diaoyutai."

Xiaoman glanced at Kang De again. "Okay?"

So Kang De returned to the hotel, made a phone call, and came back. Twenty minutes later, exquisite dessert and fruit platters were pushed in by a food cart. The quantity and amount of food were enough to make any five-star hotel weep—those bastards only gave a pittance for a fruit platter that cost a few dozen yuan, it was simply outrageous.

Kang De took the entire food truck to Xiaoman's house and played PS4 with the girl for two hours.

On the way, Kang De turned his head and said, "Hey, I was wondering, if I told them I wanted to play a PS5, would they be able to get one for me?"

Xiaoman was stunned at first, then her eyes widened. "Damn, this is so awesome! Hurry, hurry, get it going! Go ask around, go ask around! Quick!"

Just then, Kang De's phone vibrated slightly. He glanced at it and said, "I'll go ask, but not now... Someone's here, I have to go to a meeting."

Xiaoman was a little reluctant to part, but still smiled and said, "Go on, important business is more important."

Kang De chuckled and pinched her cheek, then opened the Phase Gate and returned to the capital.

He walked into the living room, drew back the curtains, and activated the Phoenix Eyes. He saw military vehicles slowly approaching, and the life forms sitting in the vehicles came into view, their energy levels clearly visible.

There are six extraordinary individuals.

There was a knock on the door. Kang De pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly.

The ways in which Earth's nations utilize and develop the abilities of superhumans are quite different from those in other worlds. Ever since the battle of Moyani, he has been thinking about whether he could do something about it.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

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PS1: Updated!

PS2: I'll start working on the bounty tomorrow. Right now, it's 17,500 blades. If it's increased to 18,000, that means I'll need to add 60,000 words, plus the previous chapter, making it 65,000 words.

PS3: Heh, not bad.