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Inside a top-secret naval port in the East China Sea, in a completely enclosed dock.

The dazzling sparks flew like a waterfall, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning metal, making people's throats dry.

Hundreds of the country's top military engineers are currently performing a crazy "surgery" on a behemoth that could revolutionize the history of modern naval warfare.

Lying on the operating table is the pride of the Navy, the 10,000-ton destroyer Type 055.

But this national treasure looks exceptionally "miserable" at this moment.

Its prized 130mm main gun was brutally uprooted, leaving a huge gash on the flat foredeck large enough to swallow a truck.

Like a gaping maw of an abyss waiting to be filled.

"Slow down, all of you! Keep your hands steady!!"

The on-site commander, an academician-level veteran military engineer with gray hair, was shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice almost drowning out the roar of the gantry crane.

"That pipe! If even a tiny speck of paint gets scratched off, I'll skin you alive!"

All eyes were fixed on the enormous object that was being slowly hoisted into the air.

It was a hexagonal metal pillar, twenty meters long, with an extremely bizarre shape.

It doesn't resemble a cannon.

It's more like a totem that came out of mythology, used to connect heaven and earth.

The entire piece was cast from a single piece of special rhenium alloy provided by Chen Xi, and it gleamed with a cold, silvery-gray luster under the light. The material cost alone would be enough to bankrupt a small country.

On the smooth surface of the column, there are dense, intricate cloud patterns that are difficult to see with the naked eye.

This is the result of Su Qingge's team spending three days and three nights transforming Lei Gong's celestial-like "runes" into a micron-level superconducting circuit.

Each cloud pattern is a set of energy boosting and cooling units that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"fall!"

The commander-in-chief roared out the order.

The totem pole, weighing tens of tons, was precisely inserted into the wound on the warship's deck amidst a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

Click—!

It was as if a giant beast had closed its jaws, fitting perfectly.

The moment the connection was completed, the energy of the warship's core reactor was instantly diverted.

hum!

The cloud patterns on the entire pillar suddenly lit up, and a layer of faint blue light flowed like breathing, illuminating the entire dock in a dreamlike way.

That light was cold and majestic, carrying a divine quality that did not belong to the human world.

All the engineers were stunned, and they didn't even realize when the wrench in their hands fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Is this... is this science or theology?" a young engineer muttered to himself, his face showing a bewildered expression after his worldview had collapsed.

On the high platform, Chen Xi stood with his hands behind his back, the deep blue reflected in his profound pupils.

"Cyber ​​Cultivation..."

He muttered to himself, a dangerously amused smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"This is true violent aesthetics."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

Langley, CIA headquarters.

The intelligence analysis room was deathly silent.

"Can anyone tell me what this thing is?!"

Intelligence Chief Brennan slammed his hand on the table, pointing at the blurry satellite thermal image on the big screen, his face contorted with rage.

In the photo, a long, radiating heat stands prominently on the foredeck of the Type 055 destroyer.

"Sir, it looks...like an oversized cannon," a young analyst replied, forcing a smile.

"gun?"

Brennan reacted as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world, spitting all over the other person's face.

"You call a 20-meter-long, hexagonal thing a cannon? Does your cannon barrel look like that? Even the WWII-era Yamato would have to call it 'grandpa'!"

"Based on thermal spectroscopy analysis, its surface texture..."

Another white-haired expert pushed up his glasses, his tone full of confusion.

"It doesn't look like an integrated circuit; it's more like some kind of...decorative totem from an African tribe?"

"decorate?"

Brunnan laughed out of anger, his laughter filled with contempt.

"You mean, at the critical moment when our carrier battle group was pressing in, the Chinese dismantled their main guns and replaced them with a totem pole praying for the sea god's protection?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted in the conference room; their inherent arrogance made them instinctively categorize the incomprehensible as absurd.

"It seems we've really driven these Easterners crazy."

"What is this? Is it performance art?"

In their view, this was undoubtedly a farcical superstitious ritual performed by the Eastern dragon before its demise.

Brennan took a deep breath, a playful, cat-and-mouse expression on his face, and made the decision he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Notify the Ford: Continue forward!"

"Tell the fleet that our enemy has gone mad and is performing shamanistic rituals on the deck."

"Send a drone over there and take some high-resolution photos. I want to show taxpayers all over the world just how ridiculously skewed their enemy's technological development has become!"

……

The message was relayed back to Base 001.

Chen Xi looked at the intelligence report in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a crazy smile.

"Superstitious activities?"

"Well, I have to say, in a sense, they guessed right."

Chen Xi put away his phone. In the Heavenly Court group chat, Lei Gong was still anxiously spamming the chat because his "driver software" hadn't received any practical feedback.

He turned to look at Li Guobang.

"Old Li, they're so eager to come and visit, we can't be stingy."

"Let's issue an announcement."

Li Guobang was pacing anxiously when he heard this and was taken aback: "What announcement?"

"I'll say it..." Chen Xi pondered for a moment, his eyes gleaming with the cunning shrewdness typical of a shrewd businessman.

"Nantianmen Meteorological Service Company is officially established today."

"The first multi-functional 'meteorological observation vessel' is about to set sail to carry out a scientific research mission of 'artificial rainmaking'."

Li Guobang's eye twitched violently.

Nantianmen (South Heaven Gate)? Weather ship? Artificial rainmaking?

He was so embarrassed by the lie he told.

"In addition," Chen Xi continued, ignoring his expression, "given the complex sea conditions in the high seas, although our meteorological equipment is not for sale, we can provide a rental service for 'regional meteorological environment purification'."

Li Guobang was completely dumbfounded: "Rent? You can rent this thing?"

"certainly."

Chen Xi pointed to the world map on the wall and accurately placed it on the oil-rich land of the Middle East.

"Tell those rich guys who are constantly harassed by drones, and also our Pakistani brothers."

"From now on, if anyone complains about the 'weather' in front of their house, there will always be annoying flies buzzing around."

"As long as the price is right."

"Our company is responsible for making a hole in the sky for them, ensuring a clear and cloudless sky."

As for the price...

Chen Xi slowly raised one finger.

"Negotiable."

"However, this opening demonstration is free."

He turned around, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls, landing on the steel behemoth that lay silently lurking in the dock.

That behemoth was no longer just a simple warship.

It is a mobile... Thor's altar that is about to sail on the sea.

"Let's go, Old Li."

"Don't keep the guests waiting."

"It's time to take Grandpa Thunder to hear a sound."