Text - Chapter 773: Silicon Valley

Chapter 773: Silicon Valley

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Upon careful scrutiny, Sheyan noticed an unremarkable looking 'magnifier' button at the side. A sentence surfaced from the magnifying glass after he pressed the button – [ Silicon Valley, Shumpert Headquarters. Place this necklace under the illumination of apparatus VII of experiment lab 4 ]

The puzzled Sheyan glanced at Zi to inquire about what this meant, yet suddenly, a glass breaking sound resounded in from his hand; that magnifying glass was shattered and reduced to fragments of glass shards that clinked against the floor.

Zi returned his glance and replied helplessly.

"The instruction given by the H.A.I may seem ridiculous, but you just have to follow accordingly. You should be able to awaken the dormant ability of your dark-gold grade necklace."

Sheyan immediately felt a headache...…..he was presently residing in London, but his destination was Silicon Valley in America!

This implied he had to make a flight, prompting him to seize the departing Zi as he exclaimed.

"Alright, fine, but are you sure this is credible? Is its instruction accurate? How can I even bring an equipment out of the nightmare realm?"

Zi chuckled and answered.

"That is why the prerequisite is first possessing sufficient capabilities. I'm not sure if your military authority allows you disguising capabilities, but mine does. Actually, you can bring out prohibited equipments of the realm with your military authority, however, the equipment will temporarily lose all special abilities. Moreover....."

As Sheyan listened to the word 'moreover', a bad sensation welled up in his heart. Then, the words 'exorbitant cost' were expelled from her mouth, which caused him to fume and curse the realm. Still, what else could he do?

As he observed Zi's lofty figure departing, Sheyan glanced at Reef with an apologetic look in his eyes. Reef then flicked his arm with ease.

"I got it boss, a ticket to Silicon Valley, credit card....what else do you need?"

Sheyan frowned and answered after pondering.

"A good makeup artist, I don't reckon those greedy executives in the Shumpert Headquarters will cooperate honestly, thus, I need to devise some extreme measures."

Reef sighed.

"Hey, boss don't do that. I will supply you with sufficient funds. We shouldn't let side problems arise from issues that can be resolved with money. The real world isn't the nightmare realm, we have kin that lives in this world. A life accustomed to brute force and violence may make you complacent."

Sheyan sighed and replied.

"That is why I need a good makeup artist. I too agree with your statement. We shouldn't let side problems arise from issues that can be resolved with money. Brute force will only be reserved for unexpected mishaps."

At this moment, Brother Black revealed his pearly white smile and butted in.

"Reef, I'll accompany the boss. If things goes south, we won't implicate you don't worry."

Facing his two unethical comrades, Reef could only sigh deeply and tapped his chest three times before humbly whispering.

"Amen."

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The trio were presently in London, and upon returning to the real world, Sheyan realized he had received over ten calls from an unknown overseas number. He felt a chill in his heart as he quickly dialed back, however, nobody answered.

While worrying, his phone rang again. Sheyan quickly answered and soon heard Sanzi's teary voice.

"Big brother! Brother! I...…."

Sanzi paused with reluctance to spill the beans. Sheyan was so anxious, he wanted to drill his hand through the phone and smack Sanzi's lips. He quickly asked.

"Something happened to Uncle Dasi?"

Sanzi replied with a steady voice.

"No."

Sheyan then relaxed and his tone became gentler.

"Then, problems with the Fuyuan?"

"Not that…" Sanzi's voice turned increasingly timid.

Sheyan sighed and said.

"A personal problem then? Your girlfriend's abortion fees or problems with the gangs? Little rascal, I can't be worry-free with you around. You can find money beneath my pillow, there's a card as well; security code is Uncle Dasi's birthday. Pay for whatever abortion fees, the money is sufficient for you even to adopt and raise a kid. If it's problems with a gang, find Matong to help you. Anyways, I'm very busy right now, I'll resolve whatever is left when I return!"

"But...…" Sanzi seemed to be on the verge of crying.

Sheyan knew he was timid and nonchalantly instructed.

"Fine then, I'll return as soon as I'm done here."

Reef's work efficiency was truly worthy of praise, or rather, the influence of his family was exceptionally commendable. Just an hour later, Sheyan and Brother Black had received tickets to the other shore; moreover, visas and others were all settled.

When Mogensha and Sheyan touched down onto Californian soil, their appearances had transformed to a state where kin would not even recognize them.

Sheyan presently appeared to a successful 50 years old businessmen. His hair was maroon and tainted with white with a round hat above, and he grew a well-trimmed beard. Walking with a cane, even the color of his pupils and his physical stature were altered. With supremely broad shoulders, he appeared like a typical tourist that wouldn't garner unwanted attention.

Meanwhile, Brother Black wore black shades, baggy trousers and basketball sneakers. He carried a large backpack and his ears were covered by large metal earphones. He swaggered while walking in large strides. With his bulky frame and dark skin tone, one would think he was a professional basketball athlete.

The two passed through the security checks and headed for the exit. However, they were soon halted by three men in civilian clothes. One of the men exhibited his identity and said.

"Gentlemen, we suspect you with having connections to terror conducts. you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

Sheyan and Brother Black weren't afraid bur rather curious. Was this a coincidental matter or planned? Being eyed right getting off and even after altering their identities. To be framed as terrorists against the state and apprehended, this was indeed a horrid consequence.

"These brats annoy me." Brother Black bluntly proclaimed inside the party channel.

"I agree with your opinion." Sheyan answered directly. "But surveillance is high here, we should find a lesser monitored place."

Thus, Brother Black replied to the man.

"Following you for investigations isn't a problem, but I need to use the loo."

"Nope." The man replied with austerity.

The silent Sheyan abruptly interrupted with an angry yet feeble voice.

"Go ahead and shoot us then, let's leave!"

After exclaiming, he dragged his luggage and marched off. The three men glanced at each other with hesitation. Sheyan could read the situation and understood they were definitely instigated by others to find trouble from there, while not possessing any concrete evidence on hand. Hence, would they dare to open fire? What a joke!

Since he confirmed in his heart, Sheyan boldly executed and marched towards the restroom while instructing in the party channel.

The countenances of the three men were extremely unpleasant, but since their individuals of interest seemed to be merely visiting the restroom, they followed them.

After peeing, Brother Black suddenly seized an individual beside him and roared.

"Blackie? Slave? F****** dare you say that again?"

The airport restroom was pretty crowded with at least 5-6 other black males present. Upon hearing such racist remarks, they furiously circled in. Since racial discrimination was such a sensitive topic, many government officials were extremely cautious with it.

Hence, would the three males, who had no justification to act in the first place, dare pull their pistols out now? Seeing one of them about to reach out for his identification card, would Sheyan give him that chance? He immediately swung a fist and pounded the guy's face; though it wasn't a fatal blow, he wouldn't wake up for the next hour or so.

As violence broke out, the situation became terribly chaotic. Some tried to maintain order, some were trying to run out in panic while others attempted to report to the police.

Meanwhile, Mogensha managed grabbed one of the man's incoming first and twisted it. That guy yelled out while adjusting his body, but Mogensha immediately flipped him to the ground. Although they looked as if they were brawling, Mogensha's hand had stealthily slipped into the guy's waist, and had nimbly pinched the pistol away.