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Chapter 373 The action begins

The night was as black as ink, spilled across the boundless sea.

The 10,000-ton cargo ship sailed smoothly on the high seas, like a silent steel behemoth. Its silence blended into the surrounding stillness, yet it stood in stark contrast to the brightly lit steel jungle of aircraft carrier battle groups in the distance.

"Okay, let's go over the specific arrangements."

Zhuge Qing's voice broke the silence.

"Later, Chu Lan, Wang Ye, Xiao Ge, and Hei Guan, the four of you will form a special operations team and secretly land on the island by speedboat."

He paused, then took out a palm-sized, exquisitely crafted brocade pouch from his robes and handed it to Zhang Chulan.

The brocade pouch was made of dark purple silk, embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold thread. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, clearly not an ordinary item.

"You have two tasks. First, find a way to locate Li Muxuan; second, personally deliver this brocade pouch to King Nasen."

"Brother Qing, could this... be a secret strategy passed down through your Zhuge family?"

Zhang Chulan took the brocade pouch, weighed it in his hand, and his expression became somewhat peculiar. He looked up and asked tentatively.

His tone was somewhat joking, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere before the battle.

"I suppose so. Behemoth has already overturned the table, and if we want to sit at the table, we need a legitimate reason. This brocade pouch is our invitation."

"The task of negotiating with King Nathan and establishing initial contact is entrusted to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Qing looked at Zhang Chulan.

"Ah I?!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened instantly. He pointed to his nose in disbelief.
"No, Brother Qing, here... I'm the least experienced, and my skills aren't as good as Master Wang's. Brother Xiao and Brother Hei Guan are there for fighting... You're leaving such an important matter to me?"

It wasn't that he lacked confidence, it's just that this matter was far too significant.

"Xiao Zhang is clever and quick-witted."

"Besides, you and King Nathan are about the same age, both young people, so there shouldn't be any generation gap when you communicate. I think it's a good idea."

Xiao Zizai, standing to the side, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and teased.

His task was simple: escort these people safely to the center of the island, after which he would be free to do as he pleased.

"I have no objection either. You are indeed suitable."

Black pipe nodded; he wasn't really suited for this kind of negotiation.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, did you hear that? It's what everyone's been waiting for."

"Don't be a coward. Use your usual tricks and swindles... no, I mean your ability to improvise. You'll be fine."

Wang Ye leaned lazily against the ship's railing, his hands behind his head, and raised an eyebrow at Zhang Chulan, his tone full of mockery.

"Okay! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Zhang Chulan looked at the gazes cast upon him, took a deep breath of the sea-scented air, and nodded solemnly.

With the mission assigned, Leng Feng had already prepared a black military-grade assault boat.

Zhang Chulan and his three companions boarded the speedboat one by one. The speedboat's engine let out a deep roar, and then, like a black arrow released from a bow, it silently glided into the night-shrouded sea, speeding towards Nathan Island.

Zhuge Qing stood on the deck, watching the speedboat disappear into the distance, the sea breeze ruffling his hair.

He turned and walked toward the command room deep inside the ship's cabin.

That was his true battlefield.

……

Meanwhile, inside the bridge command center of the aircraft carrier USS George Washington (Behemoth).

The atmosphere was completely different from that of the lone cargo ship.

The room was brightly lit, with countless screens displaying complex data streams and real-time images. Staff officers and technicians in various uniforms moved about busily and in an orderly manner.

Ron stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, a glass of golden champagne in hand, looking down at the Inhuman troops poised for battle on the deck below. His face once again wore that arrogant smile of a victor.

On the screen behind him, several representatives from long-established European Inhuman organizations were discussing something in hushed tones with grave expressions. They would occasionally cast complicated glances at Ron, containing anger, resentment, but mostly a sense of powerlessness.

Seeing these usually aloof "supermen" looking so frustrated, wanting to stop them but not daring to speak up, Ron felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure.

He gently swirled the liquid in his glass, savoring the feeling of being in control of everything, of dominating the lives and deaths of others. This was what power should be like.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a refined demeanor and wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over quickly.

He is Ron's second-in-command, Gade...

"We just received a communication request from Natotong. They hope we can open a humanitarian passage to allow them to land on the island and pick up their nationals who are on the island."

Gade walked over to him and reported in a low voice.

"Oh?"

Ron turned his head with great interest, his eyebrows arching in an exaggerated arc.

"Do their 'natives'... include the newly enthroned King Nathan?"

"The other party's exact words were, 'That depends on what that king himself thinks.'"

Gade pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses calm and serene.

"Ah……"

"interesting……"

Ron let out a soft laugh, a laugh filled with undisguised contempt.

He turned around and looked at a giant screen in the center of the command center.

On the screen was an image of a 10,000-ton cargo ship, drifting alone at a safe distance in international waters, like a stubborn and ridiculous challenger.

"With this thing, you think you can take Nathan King from our three carrier battle groups?"

Ron's smile grew even colder. "How adorably naive, Qing~"

He recalled the failure a few years ago that had kicked him out of the center of power, and how it had taken him several years and a huge price to climb back to where he was today.

He would never allow himself to lose to the same person again, especially when he had an absolute advantage.

"Alright, ignore them."

Ron tilted his head back and downed the champagne in one gulp, then casually placed the glass on the table beside him with a crisp sound.

"Let them go pick them up, provided they have the guts."

Tell them that from this moment forward, anyone who appears on the island without permission, regardless of their identity, will be considered our enemy.

"I understand……"

Gade remained silent for a moment, then finally gave a rather helpless reply.

He knew Ron's character, especially when personal grudges were involved.

He turned and left, preparing to reply to All-Tong with a standard set of diplomatic language.

Watching the middle-aged man's departing figure, Ron picked up the internal communicator on the table and pressed the call button.

His voice, transmitted instantly through an encrypted channel, reached the ears of every Behemoth squad commander on Nathan Island.

"Let's begin! Let's show those primitive people our power..."

The command seemed to awaken a sleeping war behemoth.

The Behemoth elite forces stationed at various landing points along the coastline of Nathan Island sprang into action instantly.

From all directions, countless torrents of steel and flame began to converge on the ancient royal city at the very center of the island...

(End of this chapter)