"Agent Morse, how are things on your end?"Commander Hill, who had been watching the full live feed of the Brooklyn Bridge incident ever since Zhou Yi appeared, quickly contacted Barbara Morse, who was carrying out the infiltration mission.
At this moment, the danger on the Brooklyn Bridge had basically been brought under control by Zhou Yi. Seeing this, Commander Hill knew it was time to retreat.
"Commander, I've checked the computer, the vault, and all possible locations. I only found one suspicious spot—down in the basement. I still need more time!" Agent Morse replied.
"There's no time. The target is returning. Mission terminated. Leave immediately," Commander Hill ordered.
Agent Morse rolled her eyes but replied helplessly:
"Understood, Commander. I'm pulling out now."Saying so, she gathered her traces and quietly slipped out of Zhou Yi's villa.
Meanwhile, just as she exited the villa, Zhou Yi had already returned silently from the undersea tunnel into his underground lab.
"Medusa, remove the armor."At his command, the nano-metal flowed like liquid mercury, shrinking back into the external rig. Mechanical arms swung into motion, detaching each component from Zhou Yi's body.
Rolling his neck, Zhou Yi asked, "Medusa, can we shrink the Dawn-Type I modules any further? I don't want to be carrying these weird chunks of equipment around everywhere."
"Sir, with Alpha-Grade Type-7 nanometal compression, Dawn Type I still has room for improvement. But doing so would drastically reduce its defensive capability. I do not recommend such modifications."
"To what extent can it be compressed, and how much defense would be lost? Show me."
Medusa immediately pulled up a hologram. A fairly wide metal bracer appeared before Zhou Yi, along with a simulation showing Type I armor under impacts of various forces.
"According to calculations, the maximum compression ratio of Alpha nanometal can reduce Dawn Type I to 0.00012 cubic meters—approximately the size of two wristwatches.However, compressing it to that level leaves the armor layer too thin. Its maximum impact resistance would only be 7,400 pounds—one-twenty-seventh of the original."
"One-tenth the size, but that much drop in defense?" Zhou Yi frowned at the result.
"Because without the external modules, most nanometal must lock into shape to maintain form. Only minimal coverage is available for other regions," Medusa explained.
"Medusa, save a new file. Use that standard to create Dawn Type II. Also add a new research directive for the next generation nanometal—further increase compression capability."
"Yes, sir. Logged. Dawn Type II will require fifteen hours to complete. Any further instructions?"
"Form the compressed module into a watch—just make sure it doesn't look too strange."As Zhou Yi said this, he pushed open the door. Once he left, the lab once again fell into darkness, with only the hum of machinery echoing.
Zhou Yi's estate villa technically had two tiers. The underground lab was fully controlled by Medusa, while the ground-level section was Zhou Yi's private living space.Unlike Tony Stark—who relied on JARVIS even for daily life—Zhou Yi preferred doing things himself. Thus, the surface villa had a classical aesthetic.
An old-fashioned hardwood bar in the living room, soft and thick coffee-brown sofas, walls filled with landscape paintings by various artists, a wide lawn and garden, and a bright swimming pool.The entire villa exuded a warm tone—this was Zhou Yi's idea of "home."
By contrast, Tony's pure-white decor and cold machinery everywhere made Zhou Yi uncomfortable. Frankly, only someone with Tony's eccentric taste could like that.
Checking the time, he saw dusk approaching—4:20 p.m. It was about time to think about dinner. Already having an idea, Zhou Yi opened the fridge—only for his expression to darken.
He had forgotten something important.He'd only been back less than two weeks, and most of that time was spent socializing outside. He'd had no chance to restock ingredients.The refrigerator was frighteningly empty—the last eggs and bottle of milk were eaten with pizza for breakfast.
And with only temporary cleaners hired, not full-time staff, the villa obviously had no stocked pantry.
"Damn it, I just want some dumplings…"When it came to food, Zhou Yi was always stubborn. Once he set his mind on something, nothing could change it. If he wanted dumplings tonight, then he had to eat dumplings.
Driven by near-obsessive compulsion, Zhou Yi opened the garage door and grabbed his keys. Just as he was about to leave, his super-vision caught something strange.
Zhou Yi had eight cars in the garage.Aside from the Audi Zero he "borrowed" from Tony and the Hummer Ororo had driven off with, he had a Lamborghini, a Bugatti Veyron, two Ferraris, a Bentley, a Cadillac SUV for grocery runs, and a custom-made Dodge motorcycle.
Despite the collection, he didn't care much about most of them—except the custom bike. Having been away for over a year, he hadn't maintained the garage at all. Naturally, the cars had gathered dust.
What caught his attention was that the dust looked wrong.Someone had tried to clean it subtly, but there were slight differences in thickness.
That was enough.Someone had entered his private territory.
He knew there were agents watching him, but he didn't expect someone would sneak inside while he was gone.
And as someone with a strong territorial instinct, Zhou Yi did not appreciate intruders.He immediately activated super-vision, scanning for suspicious individuals. He believed the infiltrators lacked the skill to enter his laboratory, so failing to gather intel, they would still be lurking nearby.
And anyone suspicious nearby would be one of them.
Under super-vision, most obstructions became useless—concrete, steel, clothing—it didn't matter.Every time he activated it, Zhou Yi saw things he really shouldn't.So he usually kept it restrained, using it only when necessary.
Sweeping over cars and houses in the area, he quickly spotted several suspicious figures.The most obvious was Barbara Morse—sitting in her car, flipping through a map while staring toward his villa. As mentioned before, super-vision made her especially noticeable.
After observing this obvious target for a moment, Zhou Yi chuckled, his mood improving.With a playful mindset, he opened the garage and drove the Cadillac out.
He parked directly beside Barbara Morse's vehicle, stepped out, knocked on her window, and when the tall blonde beauty lowered it with a confused look, he asked:
"You, unknown lady—I'm guessing you're the one who sneaked into my home?"Though phrased as a question, his tone made it sound like a statement.
Barbara Morse reacted with a mocking smile.
"And you, unknown sir—is this the strange way you try to hit on a woman?"
Ignoring her act, Zhou Yi continued:
"Who do you work for? CIA? FBI? No… with their competence, they'd never find me. So it must be that ridiculously long-named Strategic something-something Bureau."
Agent Morse's heart tightened sharply, though her expression didn't change.
"Sir, if you think playing weird spy games will impress a woman, you're still stuck in fantasy like a high-schooler."
Zhou Yi shrugged. With a small motion of his hand, Morse felt an odd discomfort in her ear—then stared in shock as the tiny communicator hidden inside it appeared in Zhou Yi's palm.
"This is your comm device. I already tracked its signal source. Looks like you're working with the ones up in the sky.Which means the six people lurking nearby are with you as well, right?"
At this point, Agent Morse couldn't keep pretending. She nodded.
"I didn't expect the target to be a superpowered individual. My mission has already failed. But I won't reveal any information."
She shut her mouth after saying that.
Zhou Yi tapped the car window. Under his strength, the glass crumbled into powder like chalk. Morse's pupils tightened. Displaying his power, Zhou Yi told her:
"I don't want anyone interfering with my life—especially people who have no real authority in their own organization. I don't need information or promises from you.Now, get out and come with me."
After seeing his strength and speed, Barbara Morse wisely chose to comply—though whether she planned to escape or wait for extraction was unclear.
Once she was seated obediently in his car, Zhou Yi drove toward the nearest supermarket.
At the parking lot, Zhou Yi grinned at her.
"Twenty pounds of prime A-grade beef—rib section. Four French blue lobsters, extra-large. A few pounds of New Zealand crayfish. Two dozen eggs. And a big sea bass—pick whichever is freshest."
Only then did Barbara Morse stare at him in disbelief—completely stunned by his behavior.
During the drive, she had already imagined possible outcomes: interrogation, hypnosis, brainwashing, even crueler mistreatment.But she never expected Zhou Yi to take her to a supermarket.Much less to shop—and have her buy it.
"What's the holdup? Hurry. Don't tell me a government agent can't even afford groceries."
Barbara rolled her eyes again. These weren't normal groceries—any agent, even with a good salary, would feel pain spending this much for one meal.
But she wasn't foolish enough to ask him for money. She simply got out of the car and headed into the store.
Zhou Yi patted the car door and called out as she turned back:
"Hey, Agent. I know you're thinking about escaping or waiting for extraction. But trust me—it won't work.Until I agree to let you go, you won't have any other options. You can confirm that with your superiors."
"And one last thing: take your time. I'll be back in an hour."
Watching Barbara Morse force a smile before turning away, Zhou Yi whistled and drove off again—this time to a small grocery store specializing in Chinese ingredients.
About half an hour later, Zhou Yi parked in front of "Mr. Liu's Ingredients Shop," a small store run by the Liu family, who had been in business in the U.S. for two generations.With connections in China and a private farm in New York, the father-and-son duo stocked a wide range of Chinese sauces and rare ingredients—mostly from their own farm.
As wealthy farm owners, Old Mr. Liu only visited the shop on pleasant days, while Mr. Liu came monthly to check accounts.Thus, the store was usually run by a hired cashier.
This time was no different—a high-school-aged Chinese girl was tending the shop, likely a part-time student the old man was helping out.
Zhou Yi greeted her with a smile, then began picking ingredients: flown-in bamboo shoots and bamboo fungus, wood ear mushrooms, yam, white radish, shiitake; expensive matsutake and lion's mane mushrooms; scallions, cilantro, tofu from the Liu farm; and essentials like rice, flour, soy sauce, sweet bean paste, and chili bean paste.He also grabbed a free-range Chinese chicken for soup.
Hauling a pile large enough to fill a kitchen, and after keeping the part-time girl very busy, Zhou Yi packed everything into the trunk and drove back to the supermarket.
By the time he returned, Barbara Morse had already been waiting for quite a while.More than an hour had passed.
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