kvmb Chapter 46: The polar expedition team encounters danger; send Iron Man over and bring some seafood a
Chapter 46: The polar expedition team encounters danger; send Iron Man over and bring some seafood a
A glaring red alert flashed on the television screen, and a raging Antarctic blizzard obscured the entire view, while the howling wind carried into the floating living room through the million-dollar high-fidelity speakers.
Fifty top scientists from a multinational polar expedition are huddled at the bottom of a deep, ancient glacier crevasse, each of them frozen stiff as if they had been frozen for half a month.
The terrifying low temperature of minus eighty degrees Celsius rendered their winter clothing completely useless. Their eyebrows and beards were covered with thick white frost, and even the white mist they exhaled carried sharp ice shards.
The host, who was broadcasting live, trembled uncontrollably as he held the microphone, his voice filled with desperate sobs, reporting that the rescue helicopters were simply unable to penetrate this icy, snow-covered forbidden zone that had been taken over by death.
The bright red countdown numbers relentlessly ticked in the upper right corner of the screen, indicating that the oxygen and heat reserves of this group of brains, representing the highest level of human intelligence, had only ten minutes left.
Xia Anran sat on the soft cloud sofa, tightly twisting the hem of her pink loungewear. Her originally fair fingers turned a pitiful bluish-white from the excessive force.
Her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with unconcealed worry, were filled with deep concern. She bit her cherry-like lower lip tightly and looked pleadingly at Lin Xian, who was lying on a holographic beach chair with his eyes closed, seemingly resting.
Lin Xian is a free spirit, and he can't stand seeing the girls in the manor frown. This kind of tragic drama that affects his mood must be put to an end immediately.
He slowly sat up from the rocking chair, slipped on his ever-popular flip-flops, yawned, and strolled toward the basement machine room.
Pushing open the heavy alloy door, a set of nano-individual combat armor covered in dust stood in the corner of the server room, its metal surface reflecting a lifeless, dull luster.
This set of equipment was a cheap bonus given away by the system in a previous lottery. Lin Xian always disliked its drab camouflage paint job, so he just left it here to collect dust like scrap metal.
"System, change the paint job of this piece of junk to a flashy red and gold color scheme, add anti-gravity plasma thrusters to its back, and make it look like Iron Man from the Marvel movies."
A beam of azure nano-recombination light swept across the entire armor in an instant, and the ear-piercing metallic clanging sound rang out crisply in the empty machine room, while sparks flew in all directions in the dim space.
In less than three seconds, a sci-fi suit with incredibly smooth lines and a miniature blue cold fusion reactor shimmering on the chest stood prominently on the anti-static floor.
Lin Xian reached out and casually patted the cold, hard dark matter breastplate of his battle suit, activating the invisible intelligent butler who usually only cleaned the manor.
"Old butler, take over this metal set, go to Antarctica and bring out those scientists who are almost frozen solid. While you're at it, catch a few king crabs the size of millstones in the deep sea and bring them back for a meal."
The emotionless electronic voice of the smart assistant rang out dully inside the suit, and two sharp white lights pierced the darkness instantly lit up in the eyes on the metal mask.
With a deafening sonic boom that shattered the surrounding air, the red and gold steel suit crashed through the invisible holographic skylight above the server room and soared into the sky.
It transformed into a burning, dazzling meteor, trailing a long plasma tail, and with a terrifying supersonic speed of over ten Mach, it violently tore through the thick clouds above Qingshui County.
At this moment, in the live stream, tens of millions of netizens around the world were frantically spamming prayer emojis, the dense barrage of comments seeming to be bidding farewell to these fifty heroes.
The expedition leader at the bottom of the glacier crevasse closed his eyes in despair. He could feel the blood in his body congealing little by little, and the scythe of death was already at their necks.
Just when everyone thought the miracle was impossible, a deafening engine roar suddenly came from the depths of the raging Antarctic blizzard.
A dazzling beam of red and gold shattered the falling snow, carrying with it a large amount of white steam from the melting glacier, hovering above the crack like a god descending.
The research team members stared blankly at the steel body that only existed in science fiction movies, thinking that their brains were having a collective hallucination due to severe hypothermia.
The intelligent assistant inside the suit didn't give them any time to be idle. The reactor on their chest shone brightly, and dozens of high-strength nanorods shot out like tentacles.
These ropes precisely wrapped around the waist of each scientist, binding these fifty large men, who together weighed several thousand kilograms, tightly together like a bunch of crabs.
The thrusters on the feet and back of the Iron Man suit simultaneously erupted with eerie blue pillars of fire, carrying an unparalleled and powerful thrust that forcefully pulled the group of scientists out of the abyss of death.
In the simplest and most brutal way, it abandoned the group of shaken researchers at the entrance of the safest international research station nearby, without leaving a single unnecessary word.
Having completed its rescue mission, the Iron Man suit didn't even pause; it swiftly and cleanly plunged into the frigid polar deep sea next to it, where the temperature was tens of degrees below zero.
This scene was clearly captured by the research station's surveillance cameras and simultaneously transmitted to live broadcasts around the world, triggering a magnitude 12 earthquake.
The screens of tens of millions of netizens were instantly flooded with a dense array of exclamation marks, and the entire server emitted white smoke indicating a crash due to traffic overload.
"What's going on here? Can anyone tell me why Marvel superheroes would go to Antarctica to rescue people? Are all the movies documentaries?!"
"Look at the emblem on that mech's chest! It's the badge of the Azure Water Divine Kingdom! This is definitely the work of the owner of that mysterious manor in China!"
The world's top leaders delivered emergency televised addresses at the same time, hailing the mysterious owner of the Eastern mecha as the sole savior of humanity's scientific community.
Countless foreign netizens flooded Chinese online forums, crying out that they wanted to build a shrine for Lin Xian and write his name on the same prayer list as God.
Meanwhile, in the floating manor ten thousand meters above the ground, Lin Xian had long found the news on TV too noisy, so he casually pressed the mute button and lay back down on his soft, zero-gravity waterbed.
About half an hour later, that familiar low sonic boom came again over the manor, and the violent airflow made the peach trees in the yard rustle loudly.
The red and gold steel suit, soaked with icy seawater, landed heavily on the constant-temperature lawn in the backyard, leaving two shallow footprints.
It was holding a large net woven from nanofibers, inside which dozens of deep-sea polar king crabs, their bodies as exaggerated as millstones, were struggling fiercely.
These giant crabs are covered in hard, sharp spines, and their two huge pincers swing with a whooshing sound; a single pinch can turn a person's bones to powder.
Yan Guhong's usually expressionless assassin eyes suddenly flashed with a fervent green light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, and he deftly rolled up the sleeves of the cook's apron.
She grabbed a large, enhanced titanium cleaver from the kitchen counter, darted onto the lawn, and moved with the ferocity of someone carrying out a top-level assassination mission.
"Boss, the extremely low temperatures of the deep polar sea have made the meat of this mutant crab incredibly firm. Today, I'll make you crab roe fried rice with steamed crab legs!"
Yan Guhong shouted excitedly, and with a swift motion, the heavy titanium alloy cleaver drew a blinding glint in the air, precisely slicing down along the joint seam of the king crab.
Mu Xiaotian and Chu Yiyi, the two foodies, couldn't wait any longer. They squatted on the grass and poked at the thick crab shells with small sticks, their saliva almost dripping onto the crabs' shells.
Tang Wu ran over with a high-precision caliper, measuring the metal fatigue on the surface of the steel suit while muttering in astonishment that the material's compressive strength completely defied the common sense of physics.
Zhong Xiaoai didn't even have time to fix her gold-rimmed glasses that had fallen off her nose. She was frantically recording the residual cold nuclear fusion heat on the suit's thrusters in her notebook, and she was so excited that her whole body was shaking.
Outside the gate, Zhou Bapi and his security team were perched on the fence, drooling over the crabs that were bigger than calves. They thought to themselves that Master Lin's diet was almost on par with that of the Dragon King.
Lin Xian leaned back in his rocking chair, smelling the enticing aroma of seafood wafting from the kitchen. He was about to tell Yan Guhong to add more minced garlic to enhance the flavor.
Just as Yan Guhong raised his cleaver, preparing to split open the hard shell of the largest king crab, a piercing sound suddenly ripped through the clear sky.
The sound was different from the sonic boom of a fighter jet; instead, it sounded like a piece of rusty metal being scraped hard against glass, carrying an indescribable strangeness and chill.
A tall, slender figure, with a rusty bronze sword that was even chipped in several places, plummeted straight down from the clouds in a manner that completely defied aerodynamics, stepping on it.
The figure seemed to have lost control of the ancient sword, letting out a panicked cry in mid-air before crashing straight down onto the manor's constant-temperature lawn.