Thunderstorm Asthma? I’ll Just Drain the National Power Grid!

As he spoke, he swiped on a virtual screen in front of him, bringing up a file.

It was Lin Yuan’s information.

On the screen, next to his haggard headshot, a line of numbers was particularly striking.

[Total Debt: 1,000,000 Yuan]

“Lin Yuan, we have understood your situation.” Zhou Weiguo pushed an electronic contract onto the desktop in front of Lin Yuan, “We formally invite you to join the Dragon Shield Bureau.”

Lin Yuan looked closely.

“Dragon Shield Bureau Temporary Employee (Reserve) Contract.”

“As long as you sign this contract, you will become a temporary employee of the Dragon Shield Bureau.”

“We will immediately settle all your debts and provide you with food and accommodation, professional training, and a basic monthly salary of 10,000 yuan.”

Lin Yuan’s breathing instantly quickened.

Debt repayment! Food and lodging provided! And a salary!

Was there such a good thing in the world?

“However,” Zhou Weiguo’s tone shifted, and his expression became serious, “there is a prerequisite.”

“You must pass the Dragon Shield Bureau’s one-week basic new recruit assessment.”

“If you pass the assessment, you will be converted to a full member, enjoy national civil servant benefits, have law enforcement authority, and have a boundless future.”

“But if… you fail the assessment.”

Zhou Weiguo’s tone became grave.

“To prevent intelligence leaks and the harm your uncontrolled abilities could cause to society, we will erase your relevant memories from this period and use special technology to temporarily seal the supernatural power within you until we assess that you are capable of regaining control of it.”

“In other words, you will be reverted to your original state, becoming that ordinary person who could have an ‘asthma’ attack at any time.”

Memory erasure, ability sealing.

These words made Lin Yuan’s heart tremble.

He had no doubt that the other party had this ability.

On one side was heaven, on the other was hell.

There was only one chance to choose.

Go back?

Go back to being chased by loan sharks? Go back to enduring that suffocating near-death feeling?

No!

He had had enough of that life!

What’s more… he secretly glanced at the power outlet in the corner; the energy flowing within it was more alluring than any delicacy.

To be able to “leech electricity” legally, safely, and stably – no, to serve the country!

“I’ll sign!”

Lin Yuan resolutely extended his hand and pressed his handprint onto the virtual contract.

Zhou Weiguo nodded in satisfaction and looked at Su Wanqing beside him.

“Xiao Su, from now on, you are his temporary guide. Take him to get familiar with the environment.”

“Yes, Director.”

Su Wanqing accepted the order and led Lin Yuan out of the office.

She silently led Lin Yuan to a single dormitory room.

The room was not large, but it had a bed, a desk, and a private bathroom, all clean and tidy.

She threw a black tablet onto Lin Yuan’s bed.

“All the basic information you need to know, the classification of power systems, and the upcoming assessment process are all inside. Read it yourself.”

After saying that, she turned to leave.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned back to add a sentence.

“The assessment is tomorrow morning at eight. Don’t be late.”

She paused, her cool eyes scanning Lin Yuan, finally resting on the power outlet on the wall.

“Also, a friendly reminder, the base’s power grid has an independent firewall and energy flow monitoring.”

“If you want to try it, you’d best consider your bank card balance first.”

“The compensation here will have one more zero than your previous debt.”

The door closed with a “whoosh.”

In the dormitory, only Lin Yuan remained.

Ten times the compensation… ten million?

Lin Yuan shivered, extinguishing the tiny flickering flame of impulse in his heart.

He walked to the wall, extended his hand, but dared not touch the outlet.

That pure, refined, unadulterated fragrance of electrical energy.

This… this was simply the difference between Moutai and industrial alcohol!

Grumble.

He strongly resisted the urge to pounce and “take a bite,” difficultly moving his feet away and picking up the tablet on the bed.

The screen lit up, and a document titled “Newbie Must-Read: From Entry to the Grave” occupied the entire interface.

And the first page of the document was the detailed content of tomorrow’s assessment.