"Galaxy-1, A, B, and C satellites."

Mingzhao's voice was hoarse with exhaustion.

Yet, it pierced the deathly silence of the global summit venue and the heavy atmosphere in the Galactic Base control center. Every word reached the eardrums of every listener with crystal clarity.

"China's independently controllable communication satellite network has been completed."

She turned her head slightly, and a faint, cold smile seemed to curve her blood-stained lips. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the virtual venue, fixing precisely on the faces of every representative with ulterior motives.

"You want to impose sanctions?" She paused, her voice unusually provocative.

"Then let's give it a try."

boom!

The entire Galactic Base control center was as if a psychological bomb had been dropped on it!

After a brief silence, there was a thunderous roar of joy and awe!

"It's done! Our own satellites! The network is successfully established!"

Technician Xiao Chen was the first to jump up, his face flushed with excitement, waving his fist.

"The Milky Way! It's the Milky Way! We really did it!"

Academician Yan Zhensheng, with his white hair, was in tears as he looked at the three satellites on the screen that seemed to be pillars protecting the sky above China. His body trembled violently with excitement.

For this moment, he had endured humiliation and hardship for the sake of the Soviet Union and its national interests. He knew that many Chinese researchers had been prejudiced against and humiliated in the face of Valery, but he had to endure it and take the lead in enduring it.

The country is going through a tough time! For the sake of establishing communication satellites, no matter how much hardship they endure or how many scornful looks they suffer, as long as they can learn the technology, it's all worth it!

Su Xuan slapped his face hard, wiping away the surging heat in his eyes. His gaze toward the blood-soaked figure in front of the control panel was filled with unparalleled fervent worship and heartache.

Zhang Mingyuan stood in the corner, his face also full of shock, but a hint of understanding flashed deep in his eyes; sure enough, that mineral communicator was just the tip of the iceberg!

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The venue for the global summit.

The deathly silence was replaced by even greater horror.

Representatives from various countries stared in disbelief at the three uniquely shaped and powerful Chinese satellites on the screen, their minds blank.

Autonomous communication satellite networking?

In the 1970s, when the two superpowers, the United States and the Soviet Union, imposed strict technological blockades?

After experiencing the earth-shattering events of uncontrolled stardust and meteorite falls?

How is this possible?!

After a brief moment of shock, the face of the American representative, Mike, which had been contorted with fear, was instantly filled with an emotion that mixed absurdity, resentment, and deep-seated arrogance.

As if grasping at a last straw, he straightened up abruptly, forcing a mocking and contemptuous sneer onto his face, his sharp voice shattering the deathly silence of the summit:

"Huh! A communications satellite?" Mike spread his hands exaggeratedly, looking around at the representatives from various countries who were still immersed in the great shock, trying to regain the sense of superiority of the "beacon".

"With your pitiful industrial base, China? A country that even has to borrow technology from our F-4 Phantom to develop fighter jets?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "borrowing," conveying a strong sense of humiliation.

He shook his head dismissively, as if stating a self-evident truth, his voice filled with condescending pity and certainty.

"I'll give you a hundred years! No, two hundred years! You'll never catch up with America's Skywing! Communication? It's nothing but a toddler trying to touch the stars! Trash will always be trash!"

Mike's harsh and racially superior words were like venom splattered on the summit venue, which had just experienced the divine punishment of a meteorite and was still trembling.

However, this time, the expected wave of support did not materialize.

The South Korean representative instinctively shrank back, glancing fearfully at the still-rising crimson plume of smoke from Tokyo Bay on the screen, before quickly lowering his head, wishing he could hide under the table.

The seat for the representative of the Sakura Country was empty, and the stain left by Yamamoto Ichiro remained, emitting a silent warning.

The Indian representative's lips moved slightly, but in the end he simply clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, as if praying to Shiva to protect him from being affected.

Mike's sneer froze on his face; he felt an unprecedented sense of isolation and chill.

Just then!

Buzz!

On the main screen of the Galaxy Base, the dark gold energy patterns of the three "Galaxy One" satellites suddenly burst into dazzling light!

Three beams of golden energy, visible to the naked eye and as tangible as a physical object, pierced the sky in an instant, like javelins thrown by a god, and traversed tens of thousands of kilometers, striking a certain coordinate on Earth with unparalleled precision!

Target: Deep within the Jiuquan base in Northwest China, a massive, top-secret hangar!

The satellite imaging view switched instantly!

The heavy alloy doors of the hangar slid open silently under the golden beam of light.

A fighter jet is parked quietly in the center.

The streamlined body gleams with a cool, dark blue metallic luster, as if sculpted from deep-sea ice, exuding a sense of futuristic beauty and power.

Its wings are not the traditional straight or swept-back shape, but rather present a sharp and unparalleled triangular arrowhead shape that seems to be able to cut through space!

Along the smooth spines of the wings and fuselage, flow dark golden energy circuits, the same as those of the "Galaxy-1" satellite!

That design, that imposing aura—it's not just an imitation of the F-4 Phantom; it's the next generation's aerial overlord!

The cold metal fuselage reflected the light from the hangar overhead lights, and also reflected Mike's face, which turned deathly pale in an instant, completely distorted by extreme horror and disbelief!

The entire control center of the galactic base was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were fixed on that fighter jet, a marvel of destructive beauty.

“Starflame…” Mingzhao’s voice, weak from exhaustion, rang out clearly, like a final judgment, “Prototype Zero.”

Thanks to Zhang Mingyuan for bringing this good news at the last minute; now we can really slap those foreigners in the face!

"You're saying we're learning from you?"

Mike's arrogant sneer froze instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe.

He stared intently at the "Starflame" fighter jet on the screen, its design ahead of its time. Dark golden energy circuits flowed across its dark blue fuselage, like silent, mocking blades that pierced his deep-seated sense of superiority.

"No...impossible..." Mike murmured in a daze, his body swaying and his fingers twitching unconsciously.

Just then, the dark gold patterns on the edge of the fighter jet's wing flashed!

Buzz—

A golden beam of light, condensed to the point of being almost tangible, shot straight down from the satellite orbit without warning and struck the test flight runway at the Jiuquan base with pinpoint accuracy.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a bottomless lava crater was revealed, with the alloy track at its edge appearing as if it had been instantly sliced ​​by the high temperature, its cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

Mingzhao's icy gaze pierced through the screen: "Useless? Can your plane even take a hit from my gun?"

Mike's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.