Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

1748 The Dead Venomous Snake

In the southeast of Dragon City, by the Red Dragon River, there was New Binjiang City. It had just been developed in the past year, and it housed Dragon City Stadium, which could accommodate 80,000 people to watch intense competitions and large-scale exhibitions at the same time.

It was a landmark building built with an arc-shaped glass wall and a steel frame structure, full of futuristic colors.

It was crystal clear and dazzling. With the refraction, diffraction, and reflection of the sunlight, it emitted a rainbow-like brilliance when the weather was clear. It was as if a splendid numinous sky hall had descended to the human world. It fully demonstrated the tremendous strength, confidence, and unparalleled pride of human beings in the post-Monster-War era.

At this moment, Thundercloud Technology’s annual strategy conference was being held inside.

Among the nine mega corporations, Thundercloud Technology was developing at the fastest rate.

Not only was their total capital and profit rate skyrocketing, but more importantly, the number of patents applied and the number of experts, as well as scholars under their command, also increased significantly every year.

According to many people, if they wanted to know about the latest ” black technology ” development in Dragon City, they just had to pay attention to Thundercloud Technology’s annual strategy conference.

Ever since Thundercloud Technology undertook the software and hardware construction work for the Golden Roc, the largest single combat unit in Dragon City and an air fortress, countless people had been looking forward to the Golden Roc’s latest development.

It was no wonder that this year, all the large and medium-sized media outlets in Dragon City, as well as the independent media and black technology enthusiasts among the ordinary citizens, were all highly enthusiastic. They had crossed the seas like the Eight Immortals a few months in advance, trying to get a ticket to the strategy conference.

After Thundercloud Technology learned about the number of participants this year, they did not want to disappoint the general public and their supporters. So, they changed the main venue from the company headquarters to the newly completed stadium, which could hold 80,000 people.

Right then, colorful flags were fluttering outside the stadium that was more like a crystal palace. Gun salutes were going off in the area, and a red carpet was laid out from two miles away.

More than a dozen armored airships were parked above the stadium, and large flexible screens were installed on both sides of the airbags, playing Thundercloud Technology’s annual major new product advertisements.

The stadium was packed with people, and the atmosphere of anticipation was about to turn into a tornado, bursting the huge crystal dome.

However, the strategy conference that should have started ten minutes ago did not take place.

Even the protagonist, the leader of Thundercloud Technology, the representative of Dragon City’s new generation of Deity Realm warriors, Yun Feidian, who was likely to lead Dragon City forward after the first generation of experts retired and died, was nowhere to be seen.

It was strange.

It was also enough to pique the curiosity of several hundred professional reporters and tens of thousands of independent media personnel.

Now, no one cared about Yun Feidian or how many new products Thundercloud Technology would launch in the next year.

The atmosphere in the 80,000-person stadium was extremely strange.

Everyone had their heads buried in the small space, their expressions focused and their eyes unmoving.

It was as if someone was going to jump into the water from a high platform and plunge into the glittering screens of various electronic devices.

Then, an explosive piece of news flowed, spun, and struck everyone’s ears like invisible lava.

The experienced reporters and independent media representatives were all dazzled and dumbfounded, unable to believe it.

No, it was not about the outbreak of a rat tide and zombies in Dragon City’s downtown area.

Although the rat tide and zombies were terrible, they were considered regular attacks that the people of Dragon City had seen countless times. From the major forces to the ordinary citizens, they had their own set of emergency plans that they were familiar with. They only needed to deal with the matter step by step.

The breaking news at this moment was a hundred times more shocking and unbelievable than the rat tide’s outbreak.

“Is-Is it true?”

“He’s back! He’s actually back!”

“A miracle… This is a miracle!”

“A great conspiracy? An evil organization lurking in the depths of Dragon City? the truth behind the explosions of The Bright Light and the Golden Roc?”

Such discussions and murmurs were as weak as flying mosquitoes at first, but soon, hundreds of mouths from all directions echoed at the same time. Their voices gathered into a storm in the sky above the 80,000-person stadium, a storm that was about to sweep across the entire Dragon City!

Outside the 80,000-person stadium, in the tightly sealed VIP parking lot, a fleet of luxury cars, fully-sealed container vehicles, modified buses, and even fully-armed armored off-road vehicles were like vipers that had fallen into a trap. They lay dormant as if they were dead.

Yun Feidian was in one of those sealed container trucks.

From the outside, the fully-enclosed container trucks did not have any labels and looked ordinary.

They could also be painted with various symbols at any time to disguise themselves as transportation vehicles from various industries and units.

When the door was opened, the people discovered that the truck’s body was particularly thick. It was equipped with three layers of armor, which was enough to withstand a full-force attack from a Nightmarish Beast or an anti-equipment sniper bullet.

The engine, chassis, and wheels had also been specially modified with four huge and solid fuel tanks. When necessary, it not only allowed the exaggerated steel beast to fly at a high speed of more than 150 kilometers per hour, but it could also increase the chassis height, switch the power mode, and stretch out its legs to rampage through the swamp, mud, and deep mountains.

Inside the carriage, the most advanced communication facilities, computer systems, and glittering circular screens were full of mysterious and complicated data streams. They were pouring down like a waterfall on every screen.

This was Yun Feidian’s mobile office.

Yun Feidian had always believed that “time was of the essence, and efficiency was the rate of victory.”

He also believed that the business world was like a battlefield, and on the battlefield, the biggest reason for a commander’s failure was often not being close enough to the front line.

Hence, he rarely stayed in his office at Thundercloud Technology’s headquarters.

Most of his work time was spent in this specially modified mobile office. He traveled to various laboratories, test sites, academic institutions, Thundercloud Technology’s subsidiaries and branches, as well as the other eight mega corporations’ headquarters. He was on the front line, racing against time and dealing with a myriad of affairs every day.

It was the same at this moment.

Yun Feidian crossed his fingers and placed them by his mouth.

He was leaning back in an ergonomic chair covered in leather with tiger patterns.

His eyes, which were as cold and hard as icicles, were fixed on the data streams that were pouring like a storm on several dozen screens, which documented the whole Golden Roc debacle, from the explosion to the fall.

Of course, they also saw Meng Chao walking out of the burning red lotus and standing above the entire Dragon City.