Magical Tracking Glasses

"Hiss—"

After carefully reading the item description on the panel, Luca drew in a sharp breath, making his own meager contribution to global warming.

It wasn't that he didn't recognize the "Criminal Tracking Glasses," but this was the first time Luca realized that this little gadget actually integrated so many functions.

Logically speaking, wiretapping, tracking, binoculars, thermal imaging... none of these functions, when taken individually, were particularly magical or high-tech.

But to have a 20-kilometer tracking and wiretapping range, plus all those miscellaneous features, all condensed into a pair of plain, ordinary-looking glasses?

And they were even a pair of thin-framed, half-rimmed glasses, for heaven's sake!

The only thing Luca could think of that might slightly edge these out was the "EDITH" system that Tony Stark would eventually build for Spider-Man.

"However, it seems I happen to have similar components on hand for these synthesis materials?"

He rummaged through the living room once more.

Nearby, Baymax watched Luca's movements blankly, unsure if he should step in to help.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Luca to gather all the necessary materials for the [Criminal Tracking Glasses].

However.

"Does a bone-conduction Bluetooth headset really count as a micro-earpiece?"

Thinking was useless, so Luca decisively sprawled out on the floor and drew a new magic circle.

He carefully placed the glasses frame in the center of the circle and arranged the other synthesis materials inside one by one.

"Hmm, the tracker and wiretap are no problem."

He ignored the suitcase-sized tracking equipment sitting to the side.

"The micro-battery is also fine."

He completely disregarded how much power a button cell could actually provide.

"As expected, since it didn't specify the size, the antenna qualifies too!"

A satellite dish the size of a pot lid was placed at the edge of the compact magic circle.

"Phew~ Thank goodness, I really am a genius!"

Considering the synthesis requirement was for a micro-earpiece, Luca had a flash of inspiration. He dismantled the bone-conduction headset he had just received, leaving only a few ribbon cables and the necessary vibration speakers, tossing even the microphone aside.

Sure enough, the final item passed the verification.

"But if that's the case, if the Synthesis Panel ever needs a large speaker in the future, could I just pass the verification by putting a Bluetooth headset inside an oversized megaphone?"

He pushed that unconfirmed speculation to the back of his mind.

Looking at the magic circle with all the materials ready, Luca pressed his hands down once more.

"Synthesize!"

The white light surged and then dissipated.

A pair of plain, black, half-rimmed glasses sat quietly in the center of the circle.

Without hesitation, Luca picked them up.

However, upon seeing that the glasses were sleek and simple, with only a single button on the front of each temple, Luca was stunned again.

"What? So many functions, and you only give me these two buttons? And no manual?"

Only then did Luca remember Baymax, who had been standing blankly beside him the whole time.

"Baymax, can you scan this thing to see how it's used?"

At these words, Baymax's eyes lit up, and he quickly scanned the [Criminal Tracking Glasses] in Luca's hand.

However, just as Luca looked on with anticipation, the robot spoke in a dull tone.

"The structure resembles standard non-prescription glasses and is not a medical device. There is no relevant user manual in my database. Suggestion: wear them."

Thud...

Luca, who had been waiting for an answer, collapsed face-first onto the floor and rolled his eyes in silence.

"If you didn't have it, why did you scan it so enthusiastically..."

Before Luca could even finish his sentence, Baymax extended a chubby finger and pointed at the [Tracking Glasses] in Luca's hand.

Immediately, the projection screen on Baymax's belly lit up, and a flurry of chaotic images flashed by rapidly.

"The target electronic product also lacks any user manual data. There is no information on similar products within the network database."

Luca was completely dumbfounded.

He just stood there, holding the glasses foolishly, watching Baymax go through the motions.

It wasn't until the robot finished speaking that Luca finally closed his mouth and asked in utter shock.

"Baymax?? You have this kind of function???"

By now, the screen on Baymax's belly had turned off. He tilted his head, looked down at Luca, and answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes. According to my protocols, I can download any publicly available data via network-enabled devices to enhance my nursing and medical capabilities."

Luca was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but he quickly realized that the description of the Criminal Tracking Glasses did indeed mention a networking function.

However, the fact that something like Baymax could connect to the network—or even probe the data within a device—with just a single tap, without needing any interface or the "other party's" consent, was still a bit too outrageous.

"Public network? Any data?"

"Within the protocol, I am only permitted to download information related to medical care and store it in the designated partition. It will not affect the other modules within my program."

"Uh, alright, fine."

It seems I still underestimated the capabilities of this black technology. To use such a function just to learn nursing knowledge? Isn't this a masterclass in network intrusion?

Setting aside his exploration of Baymax for the moment, Luca refocused his attention on the Criminal Tracking Glasses in his hands.

After a brief thought, he didn't hesitate any longer; he took off his gold-rimmed glasses and put on the Criminal Tracking Glasses.

"Hmm, not bad. Although these are non-prescription lenses, the original owner's nearsightedness wasn't severe, so it doesn't affect my vision."

"But how exactly does this thing work? And where are the promised matching trackers and bugs?"

While thinking, Luca reached up and pressed the button on the left temple of the glasses.

The next moment, the lens in front of his left eye flickered with a faint light and immediately lit up.

At the same time, a very slight click sounded from the left temple.

"What's this?"

Luca's left hand instinctively felt for the small protrusion that had appeared on the temple. With a gentle flick, he removed a button-sized device no larger than a fingernail.

He looked at the button device in his palm, then at the translucent, radar-like pattern filling his left lens, with a red dot blinking incessantly at the very center of the radar.

"So, this is the tracker?"

"So, this is the tracker?"

The echo, delayed by half a beat, reached Luca's ears through the bone-conduction headphones inside the temple.

"Fine. A tracker that also comes with eavesdropping capabilities."

With a wry smile, he tucked the tracker back into place. To figure out the other functions, Luca pressed the button on the right temple.

This time, although it didn't eject a tracker, it simply switched the screen that had lit up on the left lens over to the right.

"This? Didn't it say there were a bunch of functions? What about the zoom? The thermal imaging?"

Just as Luca was thinking this, the display on the right lens began to cycle through images.

It first shifted into a square frame, magnifying the view in front of him, then immediately switched to red-and-green thermal imaging, revealing the distribution of heat sources within Baymax's body right before his eyes.

"Voice-activated? No, that's not it! I didn't even say anything just now!"

After a few more tests, Luca was astonished to discover that as long as he held down the button on the temple, all other functions of these so-called Criminal Tracking Glasses were controlled entirely by his thoughts.

Whether he wanted to eject the tracker, switch to tracking mode, zoom in or out on a specific spot, lock onto and analyze a target, or even use thermal imaging or connect to the network—everything could be accomplished in an instant with just a thought.

The speed of recognition and the precision of the judgment were simply incomprehensible.

The buttons on the left and right sides were actually only used to toggle which lens the screen appeared on.

"What the hell! This tiny pair of glasses actually has a brainwave sensor integrated into it???"