Awakening the Daily Intelligence System Chapter 502: 192, question: Me, a wanted criminal, if I stea

Chapter 502: 192, question: , a wanted criminal, if I steal the F22 design blueprints back to the country…_1

For nearly three years, it was not only Lin Mo who shouldered imnse pressure, but his family mbers as well, and they had it tough indeed.

Especially after the car accident, until his recovery, they carried an enormous burden, both physically and ntally.

If his family hadn’t been strong enough, and if Lin Mo hadn’t sought tily access to the best dical treatnt in Grand Xia, the outco would have been unimaginable.

To be able to live without any lasting aftereffects seed truly like a dical miracle.

Now that their nesis, the root cause of their family’s instability had been dealt with—of course it was ti for a good celebration.

Hearing Lin Mo’s excited voice, Dark couldn’t help but say, “It’s such a pity I can’t have a proper drink with you and share this joy with your family!”

“You know, although my life is no longer in danger, I can’t live without a ventilator and a circulatory machine. Send my regards to your family, my friend,” Dark added.

With a smile on his face and a long sigh of relief, Lin Mo replied, “Certainly, take good care of yourself, and I will co to see you once I am done here.”

“With technology advancing by the day, Hawking lived for such a long ti, I believe you can too.”

Speaking of Hawking, there were still many things Lin Mo couldn’t figure out to this day.

The old guy could only move two fingers, so what could he possibly do on that ship?

Regrettably, the intelligence on this part was brief, and Lin Mo had only obtained a list of personnel who had visited the ship but no video footage of him.

Otherwise, releasing it would certainly have been even more shocking.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo twisted his neck, relaxing his mind, and as he browsed on his phone, he wasn’t sure whom to share the good news with first.

His family was already waiting for him at ho, so instead of communicating unclearly over the phone, it made more sense to wait until he got ho to share the good news with them in person.

What to do?

With over ten minutes remaining until he got ho, Lin Mo would have chosen to rest with his eyes closed if it were before, contemplating his next moves against Chen Shanhe and organizing his thoughts on helping Johnson Hester beco the Duke.

The only things he could rely on were himself and the Intelligence System, and revisiting certain thoughts could potentially increase his chances of survival.

But now things were different; Chen Shanhe had been dealt with, and Lin Mo, suddenly finding himself with downti, was indeed a bit lost on what to do.

There’s truth in the old saying:

When starving, one only thinks about getting full; but once satisfied, all sorts of other desires surface, and once all wants are easily t, one is likely to fall into a state of emptiness.

That’s what was happening with Lin Mo; he had suddenly disengaged from a tense and high-pressure life and had not yet fully adapted.

After much thought, Lin Mo unconsciously opened the browser on his phone and started searching for news related to Grand Xia.

Having not been ho for almost three years, he was eager to know about his family and what had been happening there.

Entering the familiar Baidu interface, he typed in two keywords: “East Sea City” and “Zhangzhuang,” and a multitude of news stories popped up instantly.

Because of him, Zhangzhuang, a previously inconspicuous village, had already beco a tourist spot in East Sea City, attracting countless people to livestream there and take photos with the luxury cars at Lin Mo’s ho.

The internet had all sorts of stories,

especially in the ti following the end of the livestream—almost all trending searches were about Lin Mo.

Those celebrities who rack their brains and even pay for promotion to stay on the trending searches for just half a day seed to have a list dedicated to him, featuring all news related to him.

It wasn’t just about him; there were continuous updates on Chen Shanhe, Rakshasa, and other pieces of information.

The intense attention lasted for about 15 days after Lin Mo’s livestream concluded, after which the fervor began to slowly dissipate.

This was normal,

for the internet always has a surplus of eye-catching news and an array of bizarre events.

Soone can always capture the public’s attention, but no one can keep it indefinitely—not even Lin Mo with groundbreaking news, as the spotlight lasted only about half a month.

In the following year, news about Zhangzhuang beca less frequent, fewer netizens went there to check-in, and what replaced them were more regular news pieces.

These consisted of things like the city’s policies, or police bulletins on so criminal cases in the village.

Through videos recorded by netizens from their check-ins, Lin Mo saw many familiar faces—those were the villagers of Zhangzhuang being interviewed.

The questions asked by self-dia outlets were more or less the sa, ranging from Lin Mo’s past to why he was so proficient in internet technology.

Perhaps because of the lesson learnt from the previous incident when villagers who slandered Lin Mo and his family were taken away by the police, this ti there were few who sared him, and overall the villagers’ opinions of him were neutral.

They neither lavished praise on him unilaterally nor concocted false and non-existent allegations as they had in the past.

That was enough!

Lin Mo had been too busy to pay attention to these things before.

After reviewing the news about East Sea City, Lin Mo began to search for news about Rakshasa City.

The first headline that popped up made Lin Mo involuntarily shake his head in resignation.

The news had nothing to do with him—it was about Rakshasa International Airport suddenly revoking the operating licenses for all rideshare cars within the airport’s range, which ant none of these rideshare cars were allowed into the airport anymore.