Chapter 1082: Explosions are Art!

After seeing off the troubled Lao Qi, Xiao He's smile slowly faded.

He reopened the box containing the bomb casing, and then pulled another box out of another wardrobe.

Upon opening it, he was shocked to find inside the prohibited chemicals he had purchased here recently.

"Although this potion is a potion, and the outer shell is an outer shell, well..."

If you combine them manually, then it's not certain.

Xiao He shrugged and murmured softly.

"So those guys had better be smart and not mess with me."

He turned his head to look at the sky, where the words "【Explosion is art】" stood out brightly on the virtual system screen.

【Explosion is art: A master of explosives and structural destruction, you were born for explosions! Build bombs and detonate them! They're your best tool for creating fear and chaos!】

Xiao He crossed his arms, admiring the latest skill, and said with great emotion, "...You can't blame me for this."

The system's desire to cause trouble was very obvious; the skill obtained through the lottery was so powerful that it didn't even need to pretend—it just exploded outright.

He truly embodies the ideal of being ruthless and taciturn to the extreme.

Fortunately, it was Xiao He himself. Who wouldn't be itching to get their hands on this thing?

So he turned his attention to the table and finally sat down, preparing to start disassembling the parts.

However, before he could disassemble it, his phone on the table lit up again.

It was a phone call.

Strangely, the person to be dialed was not Xiao He, but rather—

Xiao He raised his hand, put on his goggles, and casually tapped the phone.

A middle-aged man with a slightly husky voice came from the other end of the phone: "Their flight is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, you'd better hurry."

Then, another somewhat familiar voice came over, it was Willyon's voice: "I know, everything has been arranged, I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"Heh." The middle-aged man chuckled.

Perhaps the laughter was a bit jarring, because Willyon's voice turned cold: "What's so funny? If it weren't for that good-for-nothing Talira being unable to get close to Xiao He, I wouldn't have gone to all that trouble, and yet you still disagree."

The middle-aged man said, "Heh, don't forget, Xiao He is very likely one of the core developers of that little black AI system in China. You wanted to use AI to spread rumors about his relationship with Talila and set up a plan in advance. Didn't you think that he would have plenty of time to react and get away at that time? Then your stupid behavior will only make things worse!"

"But now that he knows Talira was trying to seduce him, he hasn't reacted much."

Willyon said impatiently, "Besides, you're still not sure if Xiao He is the hacker in those incidents, right? Maybe we can find out directly this time. Anyway, they'll wait until the penultimate day of the film festival. Even if Xiao He really is the hacker, by the time he clarifies and reacts, he won't be able to immediately discover our true purpose."

"Besides, aren't you curious about the extent to which their AI technology has developed, and how it differs from ours... If Xiao He can retaliate, all the secrets will be exposed."

Wilnion's words make a lot of sense.

But it's unnecessary.

"Alright, Wilnion, your worst quality right now is that you raise your hand first to hit someone. It seems your family has spoiled you too much, making you just like those other actors, with no patience at all."

The middle-aged man interrupted Willynn, instantly silencing him.

His vivid analogy actually made Xiao He laugh, but the two people on the other end of the phone probably couldn't hear his laughter.

"Whether Xiao He is a hacker or not is not important. Let's just assume he is. Doing anything unnecessary will only encourage him to continue his investigation. Don't forget why you came to Cannes this time."

Upon hearing this, Wilnion's breathing became heavier, clearly indicating that he was holding back his anger, but he did not vent it.

If the secrets of the Shield hadn't been exposed by hackers, how could the Mecaril family have been implicated?

After all, large families have reached this point, and they have many secrets to hide. In this era of the internet, how could they not be wary of hackers?

The most confidential and important secrets and data within the family are not connected to the internet, and the storage methods are military-grade security measures. No matter how skilled or capable hackers are, they cannot simply enter the family's territory out of thin air and steal those important documents.

Otherwise, why would there be any need to use special agents and spies? Countries could just send hackers to each other and steal the goods remotely.

However, those deadly secrets remain unknown and hidden in the shadows. But with such a large company as Shield, it's inevitable that some things related to the Mecaril family wouldn't be properly concealed and would be dug up by that damned hacker.

The secret, though not fatal, was enough to draw the attention of the reporters who had caught a whiff of it, like dogs, relentlessly pursuing it.

"I will. Once he's off the computer, he's just an ordinary person. Besides, with us prepared, what can he do even if he's a hacker? Like right now, can he hear our conversation? No, hackers aren't gods. Our equipment was specifically prepared for this moment—"

Wilnion gave a cold laugh, as if everything had already succeeded.

Upon hearing Willyon's words, Xiao He, who had already completed the first bomb installation, stared at his phone and fell into a brief silence.

Good news: You guessed it! There really was a hacker secretly listening to your conversation. But the hacker didn't actually hack into your phones; he simply used a listening device, which was managed by AI. Surprising, isn't it?

Bad news: There's no reward, just a bomb. Do you want it?

Unfortunately, the call had already been disconnected.

Xiao He's phone beeped, ending the phone call between the two.

-

"Hmph, damned old man."

After hanging up the phone, Willyon loosened his tie, turned around, walked to the sofa, sat down, and downed a glass of red wine in one gulp.

However, Wilnion did heed what the old man said.

Indeed, if Xiao He really is that hacker, then we can't give him any chance.

Wilnion thought for a moment and then dialed the number again: "Talila, come to my room."

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On the other side, Xiao He also picked up his phone after a moment of deep thought.

"Hey, are you in your room right now?"

Zhou Junhao's voice came from the other end: "Yes, I'm here. Brother Xiao, what's up? I can come to your room right away."

"No need, I was just asking if you're interested in becoming a paparazzi lately."

"Huh? Paparazzi? Does Brother Xiao want me to go and photograph someone's love life?"

Zhou Junhao was very surprised.

"Yes, let's set off now."

Xiao He raised his wrist to check the time: "Talila will be going in and out of Wilnion's room in a little while, so hurry up and follow her."

"Ah, okay, okay."

Zhou Junhao didn't ask any questions in detail, and immediately grabbed his tools and headed out.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao He finally breathed a sigh of relief and put his goggles back on.

But this time—who is the mantis and who is the oriole?