I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

The entire room seemed to freeze instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

A full minute later, the defense minister finally snapped out of his shock, staring at the newcomer with disbelief and roaring, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If you dare to lie about military intelligence, you will be court-martialed immediately!"

The newcomer turned pale, frozen in place with a look of terror on his face, unable to even utter a word of explanation.

At this moment, Mike finally broke the silence, unable to bear the suffocating wait any longer. He immediately stood up, strode over to the person, and snatched the report from their hand.

Mike shuddered at just a quick glance. He rushed to the Secretary of Defense, his face so grave it seemed to drip water.

"Sir, the report is true. No one would dare to lie about such a serious matter concerning the safety of the Mushroom Egg."

The defense minister's face turned deathly pale, and he swayed slightly. What were the geese trying to do? Had they gone mad? This was a blatant threat, an undisguised intimidation! First they denied the new fighter jet, then they denied the special fleet, and now they weren't even putting on a show, launching an intercontinental ballistic missile loaded with a mushroom-shaped missile?

In May, their intercontinental ballistic missile launch clearly failed. How dare these lunatics so hastily put a mushroom bomb on a missile? Aren't they afraid that the mushroom bomb might fall midway and cause an irreparable disaster?

Mike suddenly stepped forward, his tone tinged with speculation: "Sir, do you think that the Goose's launch in May wasn't actually a failure? Perhaps they deliberately released false information? Or maybe they had ulterior motives from the beginning?"

The defense secretary frowned, lost in thought. After a long pause, he gritted his teeth, his eyes hardening. "Mike," he said, "call that colonel you mentioned last time over immediately. I'm very interested in that plan you told me about to win over and divide people, and I think our president will be interested too."

On the other side, deep in the mountains where the three countries meet.

With the help of Nannan's time-space teleportation device, Zhou Weiguo has quietly arrived at the junction of the three countries where Tamamo-no-Mae is located.

As soon as he stood on the mountaintop, he saw the darkness seven hundred kilometers away suddenly turn into daylight. The dazzling light made the world clear even from a great distance.

Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "This is just a small matter; consider it collecting some interest. As for things like riding a horse to admire the cherry blossoms in Jingdong, it's more meaningful to do it personally."

Using the "light" from the giant mushroom explosion, he could clearly see thirty small ships stretching out on the river in the distance. The largest was a destroyer of about 500 or 600 tons, and the smallest was a transport ship of about 300 or 400 tons. They were lined up in a long queue on the wide river.

Zhou Weiguo did not act rashly, but quietly waited for the fleet to gradually approach.

As his perception range expanded, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. These ships were packed full of ordinary soldiers.

Wow! There are quite a lot of people here!

He couldn't help but complain, "Does the government really intend to have these soldiers move gold? Even if they worked themselves to death, how much could they possibly move? You know, there are at least five thousand tons of gold here!"

However, after looking at the warships in the distance, Zhou Weiguo had no choice but to approach the riverbank first and try to find out some information, since the distance was too far.

Zhou Weiguo found a pile of rocks on the riverbank that could completely shield him, then activated his all-around perception and quietly waited for the first warship to enter his range.

Soon the first warship came into his perception range, but he only glanced at it briefly before sensing something was wrong.

After searching again carefully, he sensed something was amiss. In the captain's office of the 500-ton Fletcher-class destroyer at the head of the fleet, there was someone who seemed out of place.

Everyone on the other warships was dressed in military uniforms, but in this office, an old man in a kimono was sitting opposite a junior officer in a major general's uniform, talking solemnly.

The major general spoke first, his tone tinged with concern: "Commander Toyota, do you think our operation today is too dangerous? And I'm very curious why we didn't ship this batch of gold back home back then. Could you explain that to me?"

The old man in the kimono shook his head solemnly: "Hashimoto-kun, danger is the norm. As an Imperial soldier, you must never be intimidated by it. You must know that risk and opportunity always coexist. Since you're so curious, I'll tell you a little about it. Back then, our domestic situation wasn't very good, but even if we had all this gold, we wouldn't have had a use for it. So, the higher-ups wanted to leave us some leverage for the future. The reason we left these 5,000 tons of gold here was to prepare for the current situation."

He paused, his tone growing heavier: "Right now, the country urgently needs a large amount of gold to trade with the United States in order to appease those greedy Americans. But our gold reserves are already running low, and with some problems arising domestically recently, we must now utilize this treasure that was hidden here years ago. Hashimoto, this mission is no small matter. You must understand that, not only are these thirty warships our core naval force, but more importantly, the more than ten thousand soldiers on board are among the few remaining elite troops on our homeland's right flank."

"Moreover, the strategists above have already done detailed calculations, and this task is not impossible to complete. Now we are at a critical juncture of life and death, and we must first gain the complete trust of the United States. As long as we can slowly accumulate strength, when the time is right, we may not be unable to swallow the United States whole!"

Zhou Weiguo was completely dumbfounded. They were living a meager life these days? And they actually wanted to swallow America whole? Was this some kind of pipe dream?

Seeing the two praising each other, Zhou Weiguo lost interest in continuing to eavesdrop.

His gaze swept across the river. This was a bend in the river, and once the lead warship turned the corner, it would be completely out of the sight of the warships five or six hundred meters behind.

Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and waved it, instantly storing the leading destroyer into his spatial storage.

Zhou Weiguo then remained in place, quietly waiting for the follow-up warships to enter his sensing range. About an hour later, all thirty ships had been stored in his static space, and the river surface instantly returned to its usual calm.

After Zhou Weiguo collected all the small warships, looking at the more than 30 warships in the space and the nearly 15,000 small soldiers, Li Weimin couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile.

"So, what goes around comes around, doesn't it?"

Just then, his communicator suddenly lit up. The moment he connected, Qin Lao's serious voice came through: "Weiguo, where are you? America has sent a secret envoy to Xia. Come back quickly, I have something to ask you."