HCB Chapter 267 Get out!
Chapter 267 Get out!
The young professor from Japan didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was hit head-on by a speeding heavy truck.
His feet were lifted off the ground.
His body traced an extremely twisted arc in the air, flying backward a full five meters!
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
The young professor crashed heavily into the seating area of the Japanese delegation, knocking over three rows of chairs.
Wood flew everywhere, and documents were scattered all over the ground.
The electromagnetic pulse pen, which hadn't even been activated yet, rolled onto the floor of the corridor.
The entire room fell silent.
Even the rapid breathing sounds from before were gone.
The "tiger"-shaped tail slowly retracted, the mecha's massive body sank slightly, and its originally dark blue electronic eyes instantly turned a chilling crimson, locking onto the Japanese delegation amidst the pile of ruins.
A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.
Zhang Yan stood beside the mecha, his expression indifferent as if a mere gust of wind had blown a leaf down.
He slowly glanced around at the people opposite him.
"Is this what you call academic exchange?" Zhang Yan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing.
"Murder!!!"
It's unclear which student from the Japanese delegation uttered the first scream, but the piercing shriek shattered the deathly silence of the lecture hall.
Those students, who were usually dressed in suits and looked down on others, were now scrambling back from their chairs, staring at the mechanical tiger with its bright red electronic eyes, their eyes filled with extreme fear.
Amidst the shattered chairs, the young professor lay on the ground like a dead fish, vomiting white foam and blood, his body convulsing unconsciously.
The "Tiger"-style automatic defense system used its tail to absorb at least 99% of its power.
Otherwise, what's lying there now wouldn't be a convulsing person, but a pile of unreassembled pieces of flesh.
Professor Tanaka suddenly stood up from his chair.
His gold-rimmed glasses were askew, and his face, which had been disguised as refined, was now contorted with rage and panic.
"This is a serious attack!"
Tanaka pointed a trembling finger at Zhang Yan and roared in broken Chinese, "This is no longer an academic exchange! This is a diplomatic incident! I'm going to sue you! Call the police! Call the police immediately!"
The expressions of the department leaders sitting in the front row of the Chinese side changed instantly.
An academic exchange turned into a serious incident that caused harm; this is no laughing matter.
If Japan seizes this opportunity to make a fuss, Jiangda University will face immense international pressure.
"Zhang Yan..."
The department head stood up, sweat beading on his forehead, and was about to speak to ease the situation.
"He said he's just here to check if he's all bark and no bite," Zhang Yan interrupted the department head.
He showed no sign of panic, and didn't even change his posture.
His gaze passed over the mecha and landed on the furious Tanaka, his tone as calm as if he were stating the weather that morning.
"The verification results are in; it is indeed very hard, while your people are not so hard."
In the Jiangnan University student area, someone couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
That laugh was like a fuse.
The tense and oppressive atmosphere was instantly torn apart. Several boys in the back row burst into loud laughter.
Awesome! That's fucking awesome!
Is this the legendary freshman suppressing the Shura field?!
"You...you barbarian!" Tanaka trembled. "I'm contacting the embassy! Your machines suddenly malfunctioned and injured people; you must take full responsibility!"
"out of control?"
Zhang Yan tilted his head slightly.
He raised his wrist and tapped it casually twice on his tactical watch.
The armor on the head of the "Tiger" mech suddenly lit up, and two intersecting holographic projection beams shot directly onto the huge white wall on the side of the lecture hall.
That was the video surveillance footage from the mech's perspective.
Ultra-high resolution.
The video begins to play.
Hundreds of eyes in the audience were fixed on the holographic projection on the wall.
In the scene, the young professor from Japan walked to the side.
His body blocked most people's view, but he couldn't block the blind spots of the mech's own cameras.
The camera zoomed in clearly on his hand movements.
A sinister sneer.
A silver high-frequency electromagnetic pulse generator was pulled out of his pocket.
Without any hesitation, it stabbed directly at the most intricate hydraulic neuron gaps in the mech's leg—one of the most fatal weak points of all modern mechs, where a high-frequency pulse short circuit would have unimaginable consequences.
At the end of the video, a red alert pop-up filled the view: [Level 3 malicious electromagnetic attack detected, triggering self-defense intervention and counterattack.]
The video has finished playing.
The holographic image is frozen on the young professor's hand holding the electromagnetic pen.
The atmosphere in the lecture hall underwent a dramatic reversal in that instant.
The leaders of Jiangnan University, who were initially worried about the diplomatic repercussions, suddenly turned red in the face.
I was angry!
Professor Yan slammed his hand on the back of the chair in front of him, making a loud bang.
"This is your academic exchange?!" Professor Yan pointed at Tanaka's nose, his voice so loud it shook the entire lecture hall. "Using a high-frequency electromagnetic pen to sabotage someone else's work? Have you no shame?!"
"Academic sabotage!"
"How shameless! A sneak attack!"
"A professor of your stature resorting to such despicable and dirty tricks? If you can't handle losing, then go back home!"
"Call the police? Go ahead and do it! Give this video to the police and see who committed the crime!"
The students at Jiangnan University were outraged.
Accusations, insults, and ridicule flooded the seating area of the cherry blossom country like a tidal wave.
The pent-up frustration they had felt before was now being repaid a hundredfold.
Tanaka stood there, frozen.
He stared at the despair-inducingly clear holographic video on the wall, then looked down at the electromagnetic pen that had rolled into the aisle. His face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.
Undeniable.
Faced with this irrefutable evidence, any so-called diplomatic pressure is nothing but the baseless clamor of a clown.
"Now, who is the barbarian?" Zhang Yan looked at Tanaka and casually uttered a question.
Tanaka's face turned a deep liver color.
He knew he had lost completely this time.
They not only lost in terms of skill, but also lost everything.
If what just happened were published in an international journal or online, their academic careers would be completely over.
"Help...help him up." Tanaka gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
The Japanese students, who were already terrified, rushed over and hurriedly pulled the professor, who was still vomiting blood, to his feet.
Yamamoto walked at the back, so flustered that he couldn't even hold his briefcase properly.
"Go back to where you are," Zhang Yan added coldly.
Tanaka froze, clenched his fists tightly, and strode out of the lecture hall without looking back.
The delegation from Japan, who had entered with their chins held high as if inspecting the entire scene, now fled the door looking like beaten dogs, their faces covered in dust.