I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

In that instant, time seemed to freeze completely, frozen by fear.

The roar of fighter jet engines over the East China Sea came to an abrupt halt.

All that remained was the monotonous sound of waves crashing against the ship's hull, and the thundercloud that still lingered in the sky after swallowing two F-35 fighter jets.

It rotates slowly.

Occasionally, a streak of purple lightning, like a greedy snake, would peek out from the clouds and lick the surface of the sea with a "sizzle".

The fish in the deep sea were so frightened that they fled in panic, creating a series of frightened splashes.

Meanwhile, inside the command center of the USS Ford aircraft carrier.

The shards of the coffee cup in Admiral Harris's hand lay quietly on the carpet, the brown liquid seeping out like an ugly livid mortis.

Nobody sweeps it.

Even their breathing was barely audible.

All the staff officers, radar operators, and communications personnel maintained that posture with their mouths wide open and eyes bulging out.

Their eyes were vacant, fixed on the radar screen.

The two red dots that once represented air superiority and the pinnacle of American technology are now a glaring blank.

That wasn't because it was shot down.

A shot-down ship will leave wreckage, a distress signal, and a black box beacon.

That was erased.

It's as if God picked up an eraser and gently wiped the canvas.

This attack, which was beyond human comprehension, instantly shattered the unshakeable materialistic worldview in the hearts of these elite officers.

"No...that's all?"

It took Harris a full minute to find his voice.

Dry, sharp, like a eunuch being choked.

The adjutant turned his head tremblingly, his face ashen, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single complete word.

"My God... is that magic?"

"No, that's a demon...it's fire from hell..."

A sense of collapse spread like a plague through the command center.

They are not afraid of missiles or artillery.

Because that was war within their understanding.

But faced with a power that can turn a person into an atom with just a finger, all tactical skills become a joke.

"Retreat...retreat!"

Harris lunged at the communications station, gripping the microphone tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning a sickly pale blue from the excessive force.

He no longer cared about the dignity of a great power.

They no longer care about the political mission of "freedom of navigation".

Faced with an unknown and irresistible deity, survival is the only instinct of living beings.

"Full speed back! Get out of this area! Quickly!"

"Change course! Change course immediately!"

"Forget formation! All ships, disengage at maximum speed!"

With this hysterical order issued, the massive carrier battle group, which had been maintaining a deterrent formation, instantly descended into chaos.

The frigate immediately hardened its rudder, tilting the ship at an astonishing angle.

The supply ship was a beat too slow in its reaction and almost got rear-ended by the destroyer behind it.

Two submarines even nearly collided underwater due to a conflict in their emergency dive orders.

This was a crushing defeat.

A great escape without the smoke of gunpowder, yet more wretched than any defeat.

Meanwhile, inside Base 001.

As Chen Xi watched the American fleet scattering like frightened wild dogs on the big screen, the chill in his eyes did not dissipate; instead, a hint of mockery appeared.

He picked up the enamel mug and gently blew away the tea leaves floating on top.

His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were holding a wine glass rather than a teacup.

"Old Li."

Chen Xi called out softly.

Li Guobang was still immersed in the shock of that world-destroying blow when he heard the sound. He shuddered and mechanically turned his head.

"Ah...ah?"

"It seems our service was too enthusiastic, and the guest is a little overwhelmed."

Chen Xi pointed to the messy red dots on the screen, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"How can this be allowed?"

"We are a country renowned for its etiquette. Since we've opened our doors to business, how can we let our customers be scared away?"

Li Guobang felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Chen Xi's seemingly gentle but actually sinister face.

"What...what else do you want to do?"

"They've already fled; they've withdrawn from territorial waters!"

"run?"

Chen Xi shook his head and put down his teacup.

"I didn't say they should stay."

"I just wanted to give them some local specialties."

As he spoke, Chen Xi pressed the red communication button again.

The full-band public address system has been restarted.

After a buzzing sound of electricity, the gentle male voice that had sent chills down the spines of everyone in the US fleet rang out like a persistent, lingering ailment.

"Hey everyone in front!"

"Why are you walking in such a hurry?"

Harris, who was frantically urging the chief engineer to speed up, was so startled by the sound that he almost slipped off his chair.

"It's him again! That devil!"

Chen Xi's voice remained unhurried, carrying an extremely irritating concern.

"Our 'experiment on controlling localized severe convective weather' has only just begun."

"That was the Thunderclap Set Meal, just an appetizer."

"Your boats all look pretty sturdy. How about we try out our hail package?"

"Not many, just the kind..."

Chen Xi paused, a chilling smile creeping into his voice.

"Hailstones the size of trucks."

"Not only can it cool you down, but it can also provide a free paint removal service for your ship's hull."

"Since you're here, wouldn't it be a huge letdown if you didn't experience the full service before you left?"

"You agree, General Harris?"

That final roll call was like a heavy hammer blow to Harris's fragile nerves.

"Bastard! Madman!"

Harris roared into the communicator, but his voice was clearly choked with sobs.

"Speed ​​up! Get the boiler red-hot, speed it up!"

"I'm leaving this awful place!"

"I'll never come here again in my life!!"

The US fleet, which was already operating at full capacity, seemed to be whipped into a spinning top after hearing about "hailstones the size of trucks".

Several destroyers even had black smoke from their smokestacks coming out of the incomplete combustion process.

I wish I could attach two wings to the bottom of the ship and fly directly across the Pacific Ocean.

Watching the escape speed on the screen, almost bursting out of the frame.

Chen Xi turned off the communicator with satisfaction.

He leaned back on the ruthenium throne, his gaze deep and unfathomable, as if he could see through the screen the mark of fear etched into the souls of those Westerners.

"Old Li."

Chen Xi said softly.

"Remember this moment."

"From today onwards, this 500-kilometer sea area..."

"It's a forbidden zone in their hearts forever."

"It was also the true graveyard of their era of hegemony."