To power this weather weapon, sufficient electricity is required.

Fortunately, Gao Feng himself is a super-powerful generator, and he himself is unaware of how terrifying the energy stored in his body is.

Even so, it still took him nearly two hours to activate Terence's weather weapon, which had a limited number of uses.

According to Terence's description, this weapon can only be used twice.

The last time his Changying Island was destroyed was the first time, this is the second time, which means that after this, this guy will be scrapped...

It's a bit of a pity, but Gao Feng doesn't feel bad about it.

That thing is gone, but he is confident that he can get the prototype of this weapon from Ivanda, although it seems a bit difficult at the moment.

Carrying a two-ton weather weapon, Gao Li activated his full power field and soared into the sky with a "whoosh".

After checking the direction, I sped up, crossed the Pacific Ocean, and flew straight towards the mountain country.

After a flight of more than ten minutes, Gao Ang arrived at an altitude of twenty kilometers above Death Valley, a suburb of Los Angeles.

Directly below him was Death Valley, the place that had once left him with a bloody head and a place filled with tragic memories.

His goal this time was very simple: revenge!

To relieve some internal heat!

Following Terence's instructions, Gao activated the weather weapon and prepared it for launch at any moment.

Just as he was about to press the button, he stopped:

"Wait a minute, Death Valley is the new base of the Ivanda, also known as the Dort family. Theoretically speaking, the thing I have was produced here. Now, using something produced here to destroy this place, isn't that treating them like fools?"

The principle of weather weapons is the use of space energy, which means that space fluctuations are very likely involved.

And this Death Valley Base 7 beneath our feet can detect spatial fluctuations.

His valiant spirit, nearly dying from injuries all over his body, is a living example!

"No, if we throw this thing down, wouldn't it be like throwing a meat bun to a dog—gone forever?"

According to Gao Feng's original plan, he did not intend to get close to Death Valley. He just wanted to leave the weapon in some random corner so that it could cause trouble for Death Valley.

But after thinking about all this, he felt a little guilty. Maybe he should go somewhere else?

This place is definitely not suitable. If it is detected, wouldn't his revenge and venting plans be ruined?

The problem is, now that he's arrived, we can't just carry this two-ton behemoth back home in a sorry state, can we?

No, we absolutely have to fire that shot!

Where should we choose?

In the past, Gao Feng wouldn't have needed to think twice; he would have fired a shot at Luoshan City.

Besides the reason of Death Valley, Zhen Feitian, Linghu Buqi, and even some other people were basically all in this place.

But now Zhen Feitian is dead, Linghu Buqi is gone, and we still have to be wary of the weather weapon mother body in Death Valley...

"Let it be!"

At an altitude of twenty kilometers, Gao Ang silently activated the weapon.

A strange fluctuation spread out instantly. The fluctuation was palpable, but its specific effects and how to control it were still unclear.

It's like scratching an itch through your pants; you can clearly feel that's what it is, but you always feel like something's missing—the Fire Monkey.

"That's it?"

The strange fluctuation gradually spread outwards over time, eventually becoming barely perceptible.

Like a pebble thrown into water, the ripples gradually expand until everything returns to calm.

"Uh, did Terence make a fool of us?"

After staying in the same spot for another ten minutes, Gao Ang still didn't notice anything else unusual.

So he felt that he might have been fooled by Terence.

If Xia Yu can alter his own memories, then Terence could theoretically do the same, right?

"So, this means the attempt to relieve internal heat failed?"

I don't know why, but Gao Ao didn't feel too disappointed.

Perhaps it was a trip, a long journey, flying high into the sky, breathing in the air of a foreign land? Or perhaps firing the weapon at hand was enough to vent one's frustration?

From a psychological perspective, Gao Ang reviewed himself again, confirming that he had truly eliminated his previous resentment, before his smile returned.

"So what if it's a dud? A good mood is the most important thing. Let's retreat!"

And so, after less than an hour of traveling back and forth across the ocean to Los Angeles, Gao Feng, who had fired a shot over the city, returned to his large villa, or rather, his estate, on Changming Island, which he was currently renovating.

Under the leadership of the Emperor, the renovation of the manor was in full swing, and the water and land transportation was extremely busy.

They're giving away building materials, plants, and even koi fish...

Even in the dead of night, the makeshift dock was bustling with people, as lively as a vegetable market.

"Working people have a working spirit; working people are all superior people. Keep going!"

He silently encouraged the hardworking men, then turned and went back to his bedroom.

Although the interior decoration hasn't been done yet, it doesn't interfere with basic living; hot showers and the like are still available.

He soaked himself in the swimming pool and let out a high-pitched, comfortable groan, "Awesome!"

Nine faucets dripped hot water, keeping the pool water at a constant temperature.

Looking up at the starry sky, my thoughts drifted far away.

What troubled him most was his meeting with Xia Yu today; he felt as if he was about to uncover the truth.

Xia Yu's identity can be basically confirmed; he is Xia Jiancheng's driver from back then.

And Xia Weiwei actually colluded with Xia Yu to deceive him... to cover for Xiamen. Does this mean that Xiamen is the person they are protecting?

If Xia Jiancheng hadn't died, Gao Ang could directly deduce that they were protecting Xia Jiancheng.

The problem is that Xia Jiancheng is definitely dead; even the Shanghai Municipal Public Security Bureau's forensic department has issued a death report.

Gao Feng had also seen the death certificate. To put it bluntly, Xia Jiancheng was as dead as could be.

The vehicle exploded, and the explosion occurred directly below the driver's seat, right under Xia Jiancheng's buttocks.

His wife, Xia Weiwei's mother, was blown to pieces, let alone someone in his position.

Even though Gao Ang had recently witnessed many advanced technologies, such as space energy weapons, memory modification technology, and the ability to modify personal physical characteristics, including genetic information, he still didn't believe that anyone could survive such an accident.

“No,” Gao Feng, who was gazing at the starry sky, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be thinking of someone: Natren.

That is, the wizard who confronted him in Dort Castle. According to him, their wizarding tradition seems to be passed down through the brain.

It's not just simple memory, but a real, physical brain.

"If Natren can pass on his legacy in this way, does it mean that as long as the human brain survives, it is also a form of immortality?"

Ang Gao snapped his fingers and felt that he had found a new direction.

I jumped out of the swimming pool, evaporated the water droplets from my body, changed into a new set of clothes, and went straight out the door.

His destination was the Shanghai Cemetery, where Xia Weiwei's father, Xia Jiancheng, had his ashes placed.

In the dead of night, a cold wind howled, and the mournful cries of owls echoed intermittently through the pitch-black cemetery.

It didn't take long for Gao Ang to find Xia Jiancheng's memorial tablet.

There were a few bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstone, and judging from their sheen, they must have been there not long ago, no more than 18 hours ago.

There were traces of people coming and going around, and even though they were barely visible, Gao An could tell that two of them belonged to Xia Weiwei and Xia Yu.

Gao Ang did not do anything that would be considered outrageous by both gods and men; he simply peered through the ground into the tomb to check the quality of the ashes inside.

Perhaps out of consideration for family ties, Xia Jiancheng was buried with his wife.

However, according to Gao Feng's own understanding, it might have been a last resort, since it would have been quite difficult to separate the two people in that situation.

Just as he had guessed, Xia Jiancheng and his wife's ashes were placed together.

After calculating the mass of the ashes, Gao Feng returned to Changming Island.

From previous memories, the latest photos of Xia Jiancheng and his wife before their deaths were retrieved, including even the last food they ate.

After rigorous calculations, Gao Yang arrived at another figure.

Based on this data, he also calculated the weight of the ashes after the two were completely cremated.

"There really is a problem!"

There is a subtle difference between these two sets of data.

This slight difference in quality is roughly equivalent to the quality of a complete adult male head after cremation.

In other words, the ashes in Xia Jiancheng's tomb did not include the ashes from his head.

"If that's the case, Xia Jiancheng, you've been hiding it for far too long!"

The sheer volume of information about the mystery was almost unsettling.

What kind of person could endure such a way of living?

Gao Ang couldn't imagine what Xia Jiancheng would look like now if it were true.

He didn't rest that night.

Gao Ang thought through everything from beginning to end.

If Xia Jiancheng were alive, then almost everything would be traceable.

Moreover, no two things exist in isolation; they are all interconnected.

The next day, the morning sunlight streamed through the French windows and onto the sofa.

Gao Feng, who had been curled up there all night, squinted slightly, stared at Yang Guang to see the position of the sun, felt the abundant energy in his body, and stood up.

I took a shower and changed my clothes.

"Your Majesty, pack your things. I'll be waiting for you on the plane. Oh, and bring the third brother and all the newcomers to the ground. We're going to Kyoto."

This time, no one gave them any trouble with their flight permits.

Upon arriving in Kyoto, the large SUV convoy sent by Dong Sheng Health was neatly parked on the tarmac.

With a wave of his hand, the emperor sent his twelve underlings into the car in neat formation, while he and the third brother sat with Gao Ang in the lead car.

"Navigation, destination, Bureau 303, go to Xia Weiwei's place."

Gao Ang didn't know where the headquarters of Bureau 303 was, but as far as he could tell, Xia Weiwei's office was the highest-level office he knew of.

Five SUVs sped towards Xia Weiwei's office.

Upon learning of the situation from the airport surveillance video, Zhang Xiaoming rushed out of his office without stopping. Before leaving, he told his colleagues, "Notify the bomb disposal team to assemble at XX location. Remember, don't make a fuss. Be on standby five kilometers away."

He tried to call Gao Ang while running, but the phone was always busy.

"My dear brother, who has upset you again? If there's a problem, just tell me. What's with all this fuss...?"

In his haste, Xiaoming blurted out his hometown dialect.

Besides his side, the other departments also became tense.

However, due to the trust placed in Gao Feng, no action has been taken yet. The main reason is that the data collected from Gao Feng's car shows that his destination is Bureau 303, which may be a private matter.

Xia Weiwei also received warnings from various parties, and some even directly questioned her, asking if she had done something underhanded that Gao Ang had caught her doing something wrong.

"No, we haven't been doing anything lately."

Xia Weiwei was also completely bewildered. Looking at the videos that kept coming back along the way, she felt very wronged.

Five vehicles and a dozen or so large-headed robots—in terms of individual combat capability, this force could destroy her base several times over.

"Come with me, everyone. Let's go greet this guest. I don't want our office to become a garbage dump."

Xia Weiwei led the way, with Xu Qing and the others bringing up the rear. They arrived one by one at the gate of the courtyard house, waiting for Gao Ang and the others to arrive.

With five squeaks, five cars parked neatly in front of the courtyard house, completely blocking the already narrow path.

Fortunately, it was a weekday, and everyone who was supposed to be at work was at work. There were also very few pedestrians coming and going, which saved Gao Ang and the others from hurling a few curses.

"Captain Xia, are you being so polite?"

Seeing the group of people at the door, Gao Ang wasn't surprised. After getting out of the car, he closed the door behind him and waved to Xia Weiwei as a greeting.

"Let's go inside and talk," one person said, pushing through the crowd and walking inside.

Following closely behind was Chitose, while the rest of the Iron Man crew split into two lines, effectively taking over the security of the courtyard house.

Xia Weiwei stretched out her right hand to stop her subordinates. "It is an honor to have President Gao here. Sister Qing, bring out the good tea that the director gave me. Let's properly entertain this distinguished guest who has come from afar."

Gao Ang, who was walking ahead, shook her head and sighed inwardly: As expected of a lady from a prominent family, her education is indeed different. After getting rid of the burden in her heart, this transformation... is truly like that of a completely different person.

The Xia Weiwei of the past wasn't exactly sensible, but she wasn't unreasonable either. However, to say she was sophisticated and charming would be an understatement.

But judging from her current behavior, she doesn't seem like a squad leader at all; she's more like a bureau chief.

His words were full of hidden meanings, revealing the essence of some of the older comrades' wisdom.

Arriving at Xia Weiwei's office with ease—which was also Xia Yu's former office—Gao Ang casually sat on the sofa, ignoring the group of people around him, and started fiddling with the tea set on the coffee table.

"You may all leave, but Sister Qing will stay."

Xia Weiwei patted Xu Qing on the shoulder, gesturing for her to get the tea, while she herself walked to a separate sofa near Gao Ang and sat down.

"Last night, I thought about it for a long time and finally figured some things out. Would you like to hear them?"

"Respect is not as good as obedience; I will listen attentively."

Gao Ang handed over a cup of tea, picked up a cup for himself, took a sip, leaned back on the sofa, and his thoughts began to wander:

"Among the companies I held shares on your behalf back then, I remember one of them was called 'Beidahuang,' right?"

Xia Weiwei nodded, which was taken as tacit agreement.

“I’ve seen some information about their company. They’re involved in agricultural production and research, and their genetic engineering technology is excellent. Was that one of the reasons your father invested in this company in the first place?”

Xia Weiwei remained silent this time, her beautiful eyes fixed on Gao Feng, lost in thought.

"There are a few other companies, such as Cambricon and DJI, which your father also invested in. Cambricon, in particular, is a chip development company. You should know about it, right?"

“I didn’t know these things before, but I do now.”

"Yes, you took over, or rather, you've figured it out."

Gao Yang stared at Xia Weiwei with a half-smile.

"What have you figured out?"

Xia Weiwei's beautiful brows were furrowed together, making people feel sorry for her.

"Captain Xia, at this point, can we stop beating around the bush? Fine, since you're still acting, I'll just tell you directly: your father, Comrade Xia Jiancheng, is still alive!"

With a clatter, the tea box in Xu Qing's hand fell to the ground.

She started trembling, even more excited than Xia Weiwei.

"Mr. Gao, my father has passed away. Isn't it going too far to make jokes about him now?"

Xia Weiwei sat upright, her face serious, her tone utterly solemn.

“If your father were really dead, I certainly wouldn’t say this. It’s because your father didn’t die, or even pretended to be dead, or even just to survive, that you know how many heinous things he did, even cruelly killing his own compatriots?”

Gao Ang slammed his hand on the coffee table, shattering the glass into pieces. He then stood up and yelled at Xia Weiwei, who was still putting on an act.

Whether it's cooperating with the Saudis or even potentially with the Dort family, Gao Feng doesn't care much about these things. What he cares about is that the three people who were monitoring him died such a tragic death.

And coincidentally, the suspect in the murders of these three people points to Xiamen, namely Xia Weiwei's father, Xia Jiancheng.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xia Weiwei was also furious and jumped up, "First of all, I will not allow you to insult my father. Secondly, I know my father better than you do. He would never break the law. If you have evidence, show it. If not, please leave!"

When Xia Weiwei was angry, she was like a little tigress. Her bright red face and rapidly heaving chest showed how furious she was.

Indeed, in her mind, Xia Jiancheng was like a towering mountain, but now someone was telling her that this mountain was a fake...

Chisui, who was guarding the office door, turned his head and glanced inside. He then continued to stand in place nonchalantly, ignoring the tense and muscular men around him.

Gao Ang would certainly not leave so easily; he would not give up until his guess was confirmed.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Xu Qing looked left and right, but in the end, he obediently stood behind Xia Weiwei. As for the tea box on the ground, he let it go. What was the point of drinking it?

Seeing that Gao Feng hadn't left, Xia Weiwei plopped down on the sofa in anger and began to sulk.

Gao Ang found her attitude interesting.

"Captain Xia, if you didn't believe me, would you still be so calm? If what I said was all a lie... wouldn't you have called the police and had me arrested already?"

"You..." Xia Weiwei pointed at Gao Ang, wanting to punch him. How infuriating were those words! "I'll call the police? How can they arrest you? I know your other identity. How can they arrest you? Huh? And you said I was calm? Which eye of yours saw me being calm?"

Gao Feng was certain that this woman was truly angry this time.

The veins on his neck were practically bursting. He figured it was better to wait for the real target, so he stopped trying to provoke the girl.