Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 612 - Coming to the Door
Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Coming to the Door
Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Coming to the Door
The drone was struck down by lightning a little after nine in the morning, with Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin sitting in wait for someone to come knocking.
This drone was not only seen by the two of them; its loud noise almost assured that everyone noticed it.
Of course, no one could guess the drone’s significance; they just felt it was annoying, akin to having one’s front door plastered with spam flyers—your heart is disgusted, but it’s not worth making a big deal over it.
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Seeing the lightning bring down the drone, many people had a moment of clarity: So it should be.
Only Zhang Caixin secretly resolved to swiftly improve her strength: I must learn this Thunder Technique!
Regrettably, up to now, she still didn’t know that her constitution was unsuitable for cultivating Thunder Technique.
Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin waited until noon to eat, but the people coming for the drone still hadn’t shown up.
“Maybe they won’t come,” Yang Yuxin guessed in response, “It is, after all, something that shuns the light.”
She became increasingly convinced that it was someone’s secret operation.
The person controlling the drone must be nearby; if it were a legitimate large-scale operation, various means would have been employed by now—there’s nothing they can’t do, you could only lament the poverty of your own imagination in the face of those acts.
However, she was a little off in her guess; while it was indeed a secret operation, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t come.
Since this matter could reach the capital and then to her ears, there must be people of certain levels paying attention.
But rumors of Spirit Stone and Daoist Sect, in contemporary society, were still largely fringe, and such matters could not be considered political achievements without producing real results.
In other words, if they couldn’t solidify this investigation, all the efforts made so far would be in vain, not to mention the expenses already incurred would need to be detailed again.
The personnel in the mobile emergency rescue vehicle were asking for instructions from above on how to handle the situation.
Those two infiltrating Martial Artists were indeed their informants, and they knew both had entered Luohua Manor for investigation.
But not long after entering Luohua Manor, the two lost contact within a very short time. The worst part was that neither of them had sent an emergency call signaling what had happened to them.
In fact, the two informants were not to blame.
Lao Qian, one of them, had all of his electronic devices destroyed by a bolt from Feng Jun’s lightning and was incapable of placing an emergency call.
The other informant fled in a panic, thinking to call the officials once a bit more settled, but never expected to enter the dense fog array directly, by which time it was too late to call for help.
Lao Qian was slightly luckier, but only slightly. His location chip showed that he had escaped the manor, last seen disappearing into a clump of trees—by then, he was already incapable of calling out, merely providing the coordinates of his disappearance.
However, because Feng Jun needed to avoid the cameras, this coordinate was outside Luohua Manor, truly a tragic affair.
The people from the mobile emergency rescue were thinking hard and believed that they still had to go to Luohua Manor to unravel the mystery.
The pity was that the “catching a fugitive” ruse they had thought up was not very effective.
They could exert pressure on the police through related channels, but the manor itself did not accept their authority.
And the police in Baixing Town were extremely wary of the manor, only willing to cooperate within their jurisdiction, without sufficient reason and proper procedures, they were not willing to take any forceful measures.
They had finally thought up an idea today, using drones to aerial photograph possible clues, only for the drone to end up damaged.
So all they could do was report—the other side indeed possessed supernatural powers, drawing lightning to destroy the drone, just like the scene witnessed during the grand ceremony of reopening the Cave Heaven at Maoshan.
What should we do next, then?
The higher-ups found it difficult, “Like this… can the footage prove that the lightning was man-made?”
“How could it prove that?” They were at a loss for words; it was just a streak of lightning after all.
Plus, lightning inherently carried strong electromagnetic interference, and the last images sent back from the drone were a flurry of snowflakes; before that, there was only something resembling a lightning bolt.
It’s like trying to film a suspected UFO in the sky with a mobile phone; to a large extent, it’s a matter of guessing.
“However, thunder in the middle of winter, which also hits the drone out of sheer bad luck… could this be a coincidence?”
The superior pondered for a long time before offering, “Your logic is not wrong, but… logic can’t replace evidence, I need further communication with others.”
He too had his difficulties—the Gu Family Eldest’s sister-in-law was currently in that manor. Your desire to achieve political success is understandable, but one can’t just rashly offend such a formidable entity for it, can they?
People die for wealth, and birds die for food; risking life to eat puffer fish makes sense, but risking it all and still not getting the puffer fish, isn’t that too much of a loss?
The people outside the manor didn’t want to act rashly; they were simply waiting for instructions, enduring quite an ordeal.
But by two o’clock in the afternoon, snowflakes began to flutter down from the sky.
Now, those outside the manor were truly in a rush. Anyone with common sense knew that after sleet, temperatures would drop, and if it continued to snow, there would be little hope of the snow melting.
In that case, any clues left behind in the manor by the two inside agents could be buried under the thick snow. Unearthing them later would be tremendously difficult.
Without the trail of these agents to follow, they would even struggle to find a plausible excuse to investigate Luohua Manor!
If it had been an ordinary farmhouse, they could investigate forcibly without reasoning, but Luohua Manor… the mere thought was absurd. Not to mention anything else, just the name “Yang Yuxin” would deter them from such action.
However, instructions from above still hadn’t been given.
The people inside the vehicle were anxious and decided, after a quick discussion, to deploy another drone—after all, time waits for no one.
The outcome this time was even worse. As soon as the drone reappeared, someone rapidly reported it to Feng Jun—the thing was back.
Without a second word, Feng Jun unleashed another Falling Thunder Technique; this thunder strike was especially powerful, reducing the drone to scattered parts on the ground.
At this point, the gatekeepers also noticed a mobile emergency vehicle three hundred meters away and reported that the drone may have been operated by the people in this vehicle.
Upon seeing the photograph sent back from the gatekeepers, Feng Jun could tell that this nuisance was almost certainly the doing of those people.
I see they don’t care about losing that vehicle either! he thought resolutely.
He wasn’t familiar with such vehicles, but even by reckoning, one could tell that such cars wouldn’t come cheap.
The vehicle itself might not be expensive, but the equipment inside was definitely not cheap—probably worth over a million, right?
He wondered how pained they would feel after a bout of the Falling Thunder Technique.
Of course, such vehicles would likely have lightning protection devices, but protection against lightning is a relative concept.
If the lightning is powerful enough, even a lightning rod could be split in two.
However, Feng Jun considered himself a person of principle; he didn’t want to cause any undue damage to such valuable equipment—not even if the likelihood was nearly nonexistent. “Lao Bai, go over to that vehicle and ask them why they’re parked there.”
The place where the other party was parked wasn’t within the bounds of Luohua Manor; the gatekeepers were permitted to make inquiries but not intervene.
The gatekeepers soon reported back, but the news was somewhat unexpected—two men and a woman had arrived at the main gate, claiming to be drone enthusiasts, and said their drone had crashed within Luohua Manor.
They were hoping to enter the manor to search for it and also hoped the manor would provide the necessary assistance.
“They actually showed up at our doorstep?” Feng Jun was furious upon hearing this. Were they not taking Luohua Manor seriously? “Lei Gang… come with me to the gate to handle this. If they’re pretending, don’t be too polite to them.”
Xu Leigang had taken a small nap after lunch and was shadowboxing in the courtyard amidst the falling snow, getting ready to head to the Bamboo Forest.
Heeding Feng Jun’s command, he climbed into his Jeep Wrangler without a word.
At that moment, Yang Yuxin also got into the car, “I’ll go with you two to take a look. I have some ideas on how to deal with them.”
Feng Jun did not object. He and Yang Yuxin both sat in the back seat, watching from the car when they arrived at the gate without getting out.
Xu Leigang stepped out of the car and went to negotiate at the gate. The other party, two men and a woman, all in their thirties, stood outside the retractable gate.
Snowflakes gently fell as the four people talked across an automatic retractable gate about chest high, creating a powerful visual.
But as Feng Jun suspected, Xu Leigang wasn’t one to be trifled with.
He began by firmly denying any sightings of a drone within the manor—”What a joke, we haven’t seen such things. If you’re trying to extort us, you better understand that Luohua Manor isn’t easy to mess with.”
“We saw it fly in there,” the woman retorted loudly, “We have video proof. One disappeared in the morning, and another in the afternoon… The drones are loud; how could you possibly not know?”
“So you acknowledge that drones are noisy?” Xu Leigang glared, his typically amiable face suddenly assuming an intimidating mien, “Are you aware that Luohua Manor is private property, and you are causing a disturbance?”
“This isn’t exactly private property,” a man coldly interjected, “Land can only belong to the state or the collective. You only have usage rights. As for the airspace… it’s even less of your concern. As long as it’s not a no-fly zone, we have the right to aerial photography.”
“If you believe we’re causing a disturbance, feel free to report to the authorities or call the police. But you,” the other man said at leisure, “have no right to take any action. Not calling the cops… it wouldn’t be because you’re thinking of pocketing our two drones, would you?”
They were quite sharp; with a few twists and turns in their argument, they made themselves out to be the victims, looking to counteraccuse.
Ultimately, if they could involve the police in this matter, they would then have room to maneuver.
