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The pale white light from the backup power supply flickered in the Pentagon's underground command center.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning electrical circuits, and there was an even more suffocating atmosphere—the hormonal surge of hundreds of elite American soldiers in a state of extreme fear.

There were no gunshots.

Because guns are meaningless here.

The defense minister slumped in the chair that symbolized the world's highest military power, the nuclear button briefcase in his hand now as heavy as a tombstone.

He stared intently at the huge monitoring screen in front of him, which was still flickering with static.

"Minister...should we...evacuate?"

The adjutant beside him trembled, and the sound of his teeth chattering could be clearly heard in the deathly silent room.

"Evacuate?"

The defense minister gave a bitter laugh, his eyes vacant.

"Where to retreat to?"

"Look outside, look at those...things."

On the screen, the corridor, which should have been heavily guarded, was now like a bizarre fashion show.

Seven ancient women, dressed in flowing robes and ethereal beauty, floated in mid-air.

Yes, drifting.

Their feet were three inches off the ground, and their bodies were surrounded by a faint purple halo, which was a physical illusion formed by the condensation of high-energy bioelectric charge.

The walls didn't exist for them, and the thickened explosion-proof steel doors were just air.

They passed through walls and houses as if they were in an empty place.

They were even... chatting.

"Ugh, why does this place smell so strongly of rust?"

Three Spiders covered their noses in disgust, and waved their other hand casually in the air.

As she moved, the fully armed special forces soldiers on both sides of the corridor, holding automatic rifles, instantly softened their grip on their guns like noodles.

"Not even a decent incense burner? Is this the biggest government office in the mortal realm?"

Three Spiders floated in front of a soldier who was stiff all over, and stretched out a slender finger to poke the soldier's bulletproof helmet.

"Hehe, this hat is pretty sturdy, but it's too ugly."

The soldier rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.

Inside the command center.

"Fire! Damn it! Why aren't you firing!"

A hawkish general hysterically roared into the walkie-talkie.

"General...the bullet...the bullet went right through!"

Desperate cries came from the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"They're not human! They're ghosts! They're holographic projections! Physical attacks are ineffective!"

Wu Zhu'er seemed to have heard the commotion.

Her alluring peach blossom eyes, even through several layers of concrete walls, accurately pinpointed the location of the command center.

"Over there."

Wu Zhu'er licked her lips, and with a flash, she transformed into a purple streak of light.

next second.

"Sizzle—"

The doors to the command center seemed to have been instantly melted by some invisible high temperature.

Seven figures swaggered in.

Everyone held their breath instantly.

The oppressive aura emanating from the superior beings rendered these powerful figures, who usually wielded absolute authority, powerless to even lift a finger.

"Is this... the nuclear button?"

Three Spiders floated up to the Minister of Defense, their gaze falling on the black briefcase in his arms.

The Minister of Defense stood stiffly, clutching his briefcase like a drowning man clinging to his last piece of driftwood.

"No...don't come any closer..."

"This is top American secret... You're declaring war..."

"Noisy."

Sanzhu'er frowned slightly and gently hooked her finger.

"Snap!"

The titanium alloy briefcase, which was touted as using the world's most advanced encryption technology and could only be opened with the president's fingerprint, crumbled instantly like a crisp cookie.

The circuit boards, chips, and transmitters inside were scattered all over the floor.

Three Spiders picked up a core chip and looked at it.

"Tsk."

She curled her lip in disgust and casually tossed the chip that held the lives of billions of people on the ground.

"The workmanship is too rough."

"It's not even as good as the spider web at the entrance of my Spider Cave; it has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever."

"You keep this junk as a treasure?"

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

The Minister of Defense looked at the pile of scrap metal on the ground and felt his faith crumbling.

This is a weapon capable of destroying the world!

In this woman's eyes, it was actually... a crudely made piece of junk?

the other side.

Wu Zhu'er was lying on that huge server rack.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the surface of the server rack.

"Pooh!"

Wu Zhu'er spat, looking utterly disgusted.

"Is this what my older sister meant by 'fat'?"

"It's all old, stale data; the records are all outdated!"

"There's no fresh gossip at all, just all sorts of schemes and plots to scheme against people. Eating too much of that will give you wrinkles."

Wu Zhu'er patted the server rack, as if she were picking out a watermelon.

"Hey, old man."

She turned her head and looked at the intelligence chief who was huddled in the corner.

"Don't you guys have anything like that... 'TikTok' thing here?"

"I want to see that handsome guy with the swaying waist, not these missile data."

The intelligence chief was on the verge of going crazy.

His hand trembled as he pointed at Wu Zhu'er, his lips quivering for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

This is the Pentagon!

It is the heart of global warfare!

You came here looking for TikTok?!

This is the greatest blasphemy against the United States of America!

"Boring."

Big Spider looked around, its eyes filled with disappointment.

"The internet speed is too slow, the data is too weak, and the mortals here are too easily frightened."

"Let's go, sisters."

"We still need to go back and wait for Brother Chen Xi to ship the goods, so let's not waste time here."

Seven figures gathered together listlessly.

It was like they'd just wandered through a shoddy shopping mall; all they felt was disappointment.

"etc."

The giant spider suddenly stopped.

She turned around and looked at the wall of honor, which was covered with portraits of past defense ministers.

"Since we're already here, we should leave something behind."

"Otherwise, it would seem like we from the Spider Cave are being impolite."

Big Spider raised its hand.

A dazzling purple light condensed at his fingertips.

She wielded her brush and splashed ink in the void.

The wall was not damaged, nor was any terrifying curse left behind.

He simply used his purest divine sense to deeply imprint a line of Chinese characters on that wall.

Each word emitted a faint purple light that lingered for a long time.

After doing all this.

The Seven Fairy Maidens transformed into seven streams of light, disappearing instantly along the already broken network cables.

The command center remained deathly silent.

A long time passed.

The Minister of Defense then shakily got up from the ground.

He looked at the wall.

Above those majestic portraits, two lines of elegant Chinese characters were written.

It was accompanied by a huge, downward-pointing thumbs-up icon.

[Slow internet speed, bad review.]

[—Left by the Spider Cave purchasing group.]

The Minister of Defense looked at the words and felt a sweet taste in his throat.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight down.

This is hardly a bad review.

This is like pressing the face of the US to the ground and stomping on it with high heels!

And after stepping on it, you have to say:

The powder on your face is caked up.