Since that's the case...

Li Ang casually grabbed a robot, activated alchemy, and refined it into a large number of mirror shards.

Go.

Li Ang extended vines from his palm, weaving them into a ball to wrap all the mirror shards, and kicked it out.

The vine ball carrying the mirror shards flew straight forward. As long as it reached the brown wooden door, Li Ang could activate the mirror-realm travel effect of the [Abyssal Demon Mirror] and teleport over.

Buzz—

The air vibrated violently. The robot group, reaching a threshold in size and number, seemed to trigger some switch. The armor on their chests opened, emitting blue rays that interconnected with each other, weaving a three-dimensional blue network,

Blocking the vine ball while also sealing off the area where Li Ang was located.

Li Ang was shocked to feel the weakness surging in his body. Vision, hearing, and even spiritual perception were rapidly weakening.

Clatter!

An ordinary hemp rope fell from the ceiling, hanging down in front of Li Ang.

At the end of the rope was a triangular copper handle.

The copper pipe at the bottom of the handle was shiny and bright, looking like it had been used for a long time, giving Li Ang a strangely familiar and reassuring feeling.

Grasp it.

The increasingly weakened Li Ang looked around at the approaching robots, took a deep breath, and according to the familiarity and déjà vu in his mind, he grasped the copper handle.

Boom—

Li Ang felt as if he had been stuffed into a narrow pipe, passing through a long, dark, winding tunnel. His consciousness stretched dramatically, and messy, fragmented memories flooded his mind.

The next second, he opened his eyes and found himself lying on a tilted chair, looking at an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Awake?"

A cold woman's voice sounded overhead, "Congratulations,

You've been arrested, Mr. Wizard."

Click.

Li Ang's right hand was handcuffed to the seat with heavy metal handcuffs.

————

Honestly, the feeling of being handcuffed wasn't unfamiliar.

Li Ang used to practice his skills by handcuffing himself with handcuffs, ropes, and iron chains, trying to break free.

If Yin City didn't restrict street performances, he might even have been able to cosplay the American magician Harry Houdini, performing water tank escapes on the street to earn some pocket money...

Li Ang blinked his sore eyes, adjusted to the light shining in from the room's window, and scanned his surroundings.

This was an ordinary bedroom, furnished only with a bed, desk, chair, bookcase, and wardrobe. The floor was ordinary wooden flooring, and the window was a casement window.

Through the window glass, he could see trees, lawns, and gardens planted in the courtyard—the flowers in the garden were growing luxuriantly, looking like the planter had put in a lot of effort.

The only display in the entire room that could be described as luxurious was probably the computer placed on the wooden desk.

The metal case was large and heavy, with a transparent glass side.

In the sunlight, he could clearly see that the inside of the case was filled with neatly arranged data storage devices, covered with intricate cables, and some parts that Li Ang couldn't identify.

The technical level reflected by the components inside the case seemed to be higher than that of Earth.

Various colored light strips were flowing, reminiscent of deep-sea fish that emit regular light.

In addition to the power cord, two cables extended from the back of the case, one connected to the liquid crystal display in sleep mode,

and the other, through a bulky, large square converter, connected to a helmet-like device,

which Li Ang was wearing on his head.

The helmet was bright silver overall, with a smooth outer surface, plugged with a large number of dense cables.

On the inside were dense electrode patches like octopus suckers that could firmly stick to the scalp.

Fragments of memories in Li Ang's mind told him that this helmet was the fourth-generation brain-computer interface device, code-named tinBCi-An91, which could collect and detect brainwaves safely and harmlessly to the human body at a low cost.

After chip processing, it could be converted into orderly signals,

allowing users to directly and deeply interact with the Internet.

Although the fourth-generation brain-computer interface device was slightly behind the fifth-generation invasive brain-computer interface technology,

it was safe, reliable, and inexpensive.

Moreover, the installation volume was extremely large, and the frequencies of similar brain-computer interface devices were similar,

making it easy to hide the user in a huge user group, erase traces of actions, and prevent the leakage of real names—this was especially important for top wizards like Brown Murphy.

Wait, Brown Murphy?

As his memories surged, Li Ang recalled the role he was playing.

Brown Murphy, a famous writer, a senior author for the New York Times, and a frequent visitor to the bestseller list—this was his public identity.

Beneath this layer of identity, he was also a prominent "wizard" well-known in small circles.

The chaotic fragments of memory made Li Ang subconsciously lower his head and rub his aching eyebrows (this body was weak and lacked strength in its limbs).

His right wrist involuntarily tugged,

and the inside of the handcuff hit the metal support on the side of the seat, making a crisp sound.

This simple act caused a violent reaction from the others in the room.

The three burly men in black suits guarding the bedroom door quickly drew their guns, aiming the muzzles at Li Ang lying in the chair,

as if they were about to pull the trigger in the next second and shoot Li Ang to death—a slight sound came from the earphones of these people, obviously there were high-level people directing from behind.

"Don't move, Mr. Murphy."

The woman who handcuffed Li Ang said coldly.

Through the reflection of the computer screen, he could see that she was about thirty years old, with short black hair, plain makeup, and a calm expression. Beneath her ordinary appearance, she hid a hint of arrogance and contempt.

"Who are you?!

FBI?

CIA?"

Li Ang raised his left hand, signaling the other party not to shoot, while glancing at the handcuffs on his right wrist, he said nervously, "Why are you in my house?!"

"Unfortunately, neither."

The corner of the woman's mouth drew a mocking arc, "We are from the Social Security Administration."

The Social Security Administration, the official agency with the broadest scope of authority, the greatest power, the most important, and the most frightening in this world.

Whenever they knock on the door, it means you're in extremely serious trouble.

Li Ang took a deep breath, "Your search warrant? I want to see my lawyer."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Murphy.

Considering the numerous crimes you committed in another world,

stealing secrets, endangering public safety, destroying public property and important equipment, tax fraud, financial crimes, leaking public safety intelligence...

Even if you are sentenced to the lightest degree, you will be in prison for a thousand years."

The woman smiled and said, "Not to mention, your real name has been exposed, and your whereabouts have been revealed.

You were caught red-handed by us while invading the Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) to steal intelligence, and there is no way to deny it.

So, the lawyer part,

we can skip it entirely."