Highest Level Security Meeting

"Why?" Lin Xin shot back.

This was her money—blood and sweat money!

Lin Qi stared into Lin Xin's eyes, the mental power of a first-rank Wizard faintly radiating, a pressure settling onto Lin Xin.

Sweat beaded on Lin Xin's forehead.

This pressure actually gave Lin Xin a familiar feeling.

Her teacher carried a similar pressure.

An extraordinary profession!

Her brother must be some kind of extraordinary professional.

Which kind?

A Martial Artist?

Lin Xin could only guess that.

Lin Qi's fanatical obsession with cybernetic implants was exactly the common flaw of the Martial Artist profession.

Martial Artists were all lunatics.

Their heads were filled with nothing but stats; as long as it boosted a Martial Artist's combat power, they'd pay any price.

High-tier potions, cybernetics—Martial Artists were the main consumer group.

It seemed her brother had completely become a lackey of Liu Heavy Industries.

Lin Xin's mood grew heavy.

According to her teacher, big corporations were all rotten.

Cybernetics were tools developed by big corporations to target and control the lower class.

The Alliance's mission to save this world was a long and arduous road.

Lin Xin resolutely nodded. So what if she had to blow all her money on upgrading a membership? She'd swallow the humiliation for now, and the next time she saw her teacher, she'd ask for another million-worth chip.

The shift in attitude was too fast; Lin Qi didn't understand Lin Xin's thoughts.

[Received email from "Highest Level"]

Lin Qi opened the door and said to Lin Xin, "Within 24 hours, I want to see your new gear."

With that, he clamped one hand on the back of Lin Xin's neck and tossed her out.

He closed the door.

Lin Qi always trusted Guangleng's technology.

Even though the room Lin Qi was in had no network coverage he knew of.

The email still connected normally with the "Highest Level" secure mailbox.

This likely involved a special network secretly hidden by the big corporations.

Such a network probably achieved full-area coverage.

Based on his assessment of this network's signal, Lin Qi suspected that his deeply hidden identity as a Wizard might not be an absolute secret.

He opened the email sent by Guangleng.

"Consent obtained from other members. The Highest Level Security Meeting will be convened early at 0:00 tonight, Asian Political Zone first standard time."

His mood was complicated. When danger struck, he still had to rely on the intelligence of the "Highest Level" Mercenary Group.

In the end, it came down to insufficient power.

Perhaps the exploration of the Doomsday World should be accelerated. After tonight's meeting, he needed to bring more key items to the Doomsday World.

He temporarily shifted his attention back to the items in the workshop.

The First Batch of "H-L-023" Micro-nuclear Powered Heart cybernetics, personally designed by Lin Qi and produced by Liu Heavy Industries, had already been prepared in advance by his father.

Doctor Lin knew his son well. This brat was extremely arrogant; even when it came to implanting cybernetics in vital organs, he wouldn't let anyone else interfere.

Given Lin Qi's personality, unless he spoke up first, Doctor Lin wouldn't offer to help.

Lin Qi took the Micro-nuclear Powered Heart out of its metal case.

This modification was much simpler than before.

Or rather, it barely needed any modification.

With ample design experience, Lin Qi had pre-reserved a power supply interface on the hand-crafted spinal connector.

That is, the installation slot for the Micro-nuclear Powered Heart.

Once installed, paired with the full set of L-level cybernetic modifications, this Micro-nuclear Powered Heart would be able to unrestrainedly unleash its terrifying energy supply efficiency.

This was originally a life-saving measure, but now it seemed perfectly suited for the Doomsday World's environment.

Enough for Lin Qi to face hordes of zombies head-on and plunder massive amounts of Crimson Crystal.

The main task of this return to the Cybernetic Clinic was complete. Next, based on the conditions of the Doomsday World, he would temporarily design and build a Collecting Robot.

Besides that, Lin Qi had also prepared a two-meter-by-one-meter "suitcase," inside of which was stored a Mini Production Line, integrating functions like casting, stamping, assembly, and etching into one.

This was a valuable item, not much cheaper than an A-level prosthetic.

If he could bring this thing to the Doomsday World, Lin Qi could slowly build a small base there.

With the world freezing after passing through the Gate, Lin Qi would have double the time to develop.

Everything was ready. Lin Qi sat quietly, thinking while waiting for the "Highest Level Security Meeting" to begin.

March 2, 2089, midnight.

[Xiao Ai reminds: Received request for "Highest Level Security Meeting." Connect?]

The network-free environment Lin Qi had set up couldn't stop Guangleng as usual, and he accepted immediately.

This meeting was originally initiated by Lin Qi.

In the completely sealed meeting room, Guangleng, at position "1," was already waiting.

"5," Lin Qi, was the first to enter the meeting room after Guangleng.

Close behind was "3," Capitalist.

Then "2," Master Ma.

The four were silent for a full five minutes before "4," Arthur, finally arrived and logged in.

Guangleng was as composed as ever: "Looks like our Wizard has run into trouble."

Lin Qi nodded slightly. In the shadow's cover, this subtle movement only caused a faint shift in the light and shadow.

Guangleng then looked toward position "4": "Maybe Wizard isn't the only one in trouble."

The late Arthur seemed entangled in trouble too, even arriving five minutes late for the pre-scheduled meeting.

Arthur wasn't as steady as Lin Qi. He slammed the table hard, then quickly withdrew his hand, rubbing his palm.

This damn meeting room—why was the table so hard?

Arthur took a breath and said, "The two cities in the southeast of the Asian Political Zone are in big trouble, and I've been dragged into it."

The two cities in the southeast of the Asian Political Zone?

Lin Qi's heart tightened.

Liu's Hongguo City and Si's Green Land City—those were the two southeastern cities.

Capitalist, sitting at position "3," cleared his throat, his voice clear like a young girl's: "The trouble with the Liu and Si families showed early signs at the start of this year. It should be related to certain intercontinental forces."

"And from what I know, multiple T1-level Mercenary Groups have already appeared in both cities. Large-scale firefights can't be ruled out."

"But according to the agreement, and the constraints of the Eastern Alliance in the Asian Political Zone, any firefights will be limited to below city-destruction level. S-level and above weapons are explicitly banned."

"The Asian Political Zone isn't like other places. There's a lion watching over it; it won't fall into total chaos."

Capitalist's intel was as precise and high-level as ever, just like last time when he revealed the mastermind behind the Witch Hunt.

Arthur's head-shaking motion was very obvious: "Capitalist, you're not in the two southeastern cities, so you don't understand. This time, a Core Heir of a Major Corporation was successfully assassinated. I'm already trapped in Green Land City, and the Iron Curtain System has been activated."

"The one who made the move is suspected to be a Fourth-Order Extraordinary Professional from the Assassin's League."

"With a Fourth-Order Extraordinary Professional making a move, the firefight can't possibly be kept below S-level."