I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Southwest Base, Underground Living Area.

On the circular electronic screen, Chen Junjie was still giving a pre-battle pep talk.

Wang Wei lay on the ground with his eyes closed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"It's not quite there yet," he whispered. "Not enough."

In his previous life, he dedicated five years to serving all of humanity.

Those he had saved knelt on the ground to thank him, shouting "Long live the Prophet!" The sound was deafening.

When the terms of the deal were later proposed, those people shouted again, "It's worth trading him for thirty years of peace," their voices just as deafening.

In this life, Chen Junjie's prestige is unmatched.

But compared to his previous life, he was still far inferior.

He wanted to push Chen Junjie up—the higher he stood, the more painful the fall would be.

But before that, he had to make sure Chen Junjie was standing firm.

Wang Wei closed his eyes, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Deduction: Potential risks in Chen Junjie's battle plan."

The safe points only consumed ten points.

Scenes emerged in the darkness—in a North American military base, several officers with unusual expressions whispered among themselves;

Near the launch pad in Northern Europe, an unmarked truck is parked outside the cordon.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, a nuclear submarine deviated from its planned course.

Furthermore—at the Alliance headquarters in the capital, an encrypted file was glanced at by someone who shouldn't have seen it.

In the supply warehouse of the Southwest Base, several boxes of specially made ammunition had their labels changed.

A moment later, Wang Wei opened his eyes.

"As expected," he said softly, "there are quite a few people who want to sabotage the plan."

A smile played on his lips as he looked through the electronic screen at the young man who was speaking.

"Chen Junjie, here's a big gift for you."

On the electronic screen, Chen Junjie was giving a passionate speech.

Suddenly, he paused, as if he had seen something.

He lowered his head and began to write something on the podium. His movements were quick and his handwriting was messy, but every stroke was forceful.

Everyone at the six bases was completely baffled by this scene.

Was there a problem with the live stream?

What is the prophet writing?

A moment later, Chen Junjie looked up and took a deep breath.

His expression was more solemn than before, but his gaze was even more resolute.

"Fellow countrymen, I need to pause before we continue."

His voice echoed throughout the six bases and to every human base around the world that was watching the broadcast.

"Someone is trying to sabotage our plans."

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The breaths of hundreds of millions of people stopped at the same time.

Chen Junjie turned to look at Du Wei beside him and handed him a note.

"Notify all war zones according to the contents of the note."

Dewey took the note, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically.

His fingers trembled slightly—the note contained not just one or two names, but specific locations, specific names, and the specific potential hazards present at each location.

It is accurate to the barracks number, truck license plate, and submarine hull number.

Without hesitation, he turned and quickly left, sending the message simultaneously to major war zones around the world via an encrypted channel.

Ten minutes later.

On the electronic screens of the six bases, the image was divided in two.

On the left is Chen Junjie standing on the podium, and on the right—live footage from around the world begins to play simultaneously.

Act One: North America, Montana, Underground Launch Control Center.

Dozens of soldiers are on duty, and the screens on the control consoles are flashing countdown numbers.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a squad of fully armed military police rushed in, their boots slamming onto the ground with a resounding clang.

"Everyone, put your hands behind your heads and squat down!"

The soldiers raised their hands in astonishment, and some were so startled that they knocked over their water glasses.

The military police captain strode to the control panel, his gaze fixed on three officers who looked flustered and were sweating profusely.

"You three are under arrest. The charge—crimes against humanity!"

One of the officers was deathly pale, his lips trembling like autumn leaves: "I...I didn't..."

"Nothing?" The military police captain pulled a document from his pocket and threw it on the table. "Your communication records and encrypted emails are all here. Do I need to read them aloud?"

The three officers collapsed to the ground, as if their souls had been ripped out.

Hundreds of millions of people stared wide-eyed at the screen.

Some people covered their mouths, while others clenched their fists.

"Someone is really trying to sabotage our plans to deal with the disaster..."

"Are they even human?"

Act Two: Northern Europe, along the Arctic Ocean coast, a ground-based launch pad.

The military intervened in advance, with fully armed soldiers surrounding the launch pad.

Soldiers used a cutting tool to open a truck parked outside the cordon.

Sparks flew as the carriage door was pried open.

The carriage was filled with explosives.

The red timer is ticking – 5:47:33.

There are less than six hours until the detonation.

"Bomb disposal team, take immediate action!" The commander's voice boomed through the communicator, reaching every corner. "Seal off the area within one kilometer; no one is allowed to enter!"

The close-up shot of the explosives on the electronic screen sent chills down everyone's spine.

"If this vehicle explodes... the entire launch pad will be destroyed."

"The nuclear missiles won't be able to be launched..."

"There's a traitor within the military!"

Act Three: Deep in the Pacific Ocean.

A nuclear submarine deviated from its planned course and headed towards international waters.

Two anti-submarine helicopters roared in and dropped sonar buoys, causing white waves to explode on the sea surface.

A destroyer approached at high speed from a distance.

"Deep Dive, this is the Pacific Fleet. Surface immediately for inspection. Repeat, surface immediately."

The submarine did not respond.

The destroyer captain picked up the communicator, his voice as cold as ice: "Final warning. Deepsea, surface immediately. Otherwise, we will consider it mutinet and sink it."

Silence. Three seconds. Five seconds. Ten seconds.

A minute later, the submarine slowly surfaced, its gray hull cutting through the sea.

The hatch opened, and fully armed Marines boarded the vessel and escorted the officers out.

Act IV: The Capital, Alliance Headquarters.

A middle-aged man was being led away, struggling along the way: "I didn't! I don't know anything! You're framing me!"

Nobody paid him any attention.

The staff on both sides of the corridor looked at him with anger, fear, and relief in their eyes.

Act 5: Southwest Base, Supply Warehouse.

Several logistics personnel were immediately subdued, with their hands tied behind their backs.

The several boxes of specially made ammunition that they had relabeled were resealed by the engineers.

Upon inspection, it was found that the ammunition had been tampered with and would detonate prematurely inside the silo if used.

In front of the electronic screens at the six bases, hundreds of millions of people watched as the captured saboteurs were apprehended, the bombs were defused, and the classified documents were intercepted.

First came shock; mouths agape, eyes wide, unable to believe it.

Then comes the fear: what if the prophet hadn't discovered it? What if the bombs exploded? What if the nuclear submarine mutinied?

Finally, there is anger.

"They're hoping for the destruction of all humanity!"

"These scumbags! Animals!"

"They don't deserve to live!"

The sound waves were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, one wave higher than the next.

"It's the prophet! The prophet has saved us!"

"Long live the Prophet! Long live the Prophet! Long live the Prophet!"

Chen Junjie reappeared on the electronic screen.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced everyone's heart like a nail.

"I will lead everyone toward hope..."

A calm, unquestionable promise!

Countless people in front of the screen burst into tears, wailing loudly.

"Waaaah... Prophet..."

"Brother Chen is amazing... he knew everything in advance..."

The girl was so moved that her face was covered in snot and tears. She tried to wipe it off with her sleeve, but when she couldn't get it clean, she rubbed it with her arm.

The old man sat beside him, his eyes also reddening.

Wang Wei lay on the ground, looking at the figure on the electronic screen that was admired by countless people, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"It's done," he said softly.

He achieved his goal.

Demonstrating prophetic abilities to the world, accurately apprehending traitors, and defusing potential threats.

Chen Junjie's identity as a prophet and savior is completely unshakeable.

........

Dragon Country, a certain military base.

Cheng Xin stood at the door of the control room, about to go in to change shifts.

Two men in black military uniforms stopped her.

"Comrade Cheng Xin, please come with us."

Cheng Xin was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"Routine check." The man in black's tone left no room for argument. "Please cooperate."

Cheng Xin was taken to an interrogation room.

There was only one table and two chairs in the room.

The wall-mounted camera was flashing a red light, like a cold, icy eye.

An officer sat behind a desk, looking at the documents in his hands.

"Cheng Xin, seven years of training have made your technique impeccable. But—" he looked up, "you're a hypocrite."

Cheng Xin's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

"It's simple," the officer said calmly. "We can't take any risks. In a mission like a nuclear launch, any uncontrollable factors must be eliminated."

"A 'holier-than-thou' type has no right to participate in any major decisions."

Cheng Xin stood up agitatedly, her chair tipping backward with a jarring sound: "I didn't! I never—"

"This is the prophet's assessment of you," the officer interrupted her, his voice suddenly turning cold.

"The prophet foretold that after you see the catastrophe wiped out by nuclear weapons, you will sympathize with the disaster, hesitate, delay, and even try to change the strike plan."

Cheng Xin was stunned.

"Impossible...I won't do that..."

"We'll hear your explanation after the battle," the officer said, standing up. "But for now, you must leave."

Cheng Xin was taken away.