Chapter 291 The Anti-Nuclear System Shows Its Initial Power

Unlike the fervor of China, the United States and its allies are completely uneasy.

At the UN emergency meeting.

The U.S. representative delivered a passionate speech and formally submitted a bill accusing China of stealing core technologies and disrupting the global technological balance, demanding immediate and comprehensive technological sanctions against China.

Allies echoed his sentiments, and for a time, the crowd was filled with excitement.

The bill representing the United States became worthless the moment the representatives of China and the United States vetoed it.

The game at the negotiating table has reached a dead end.

But the hypocritical US doesn't care about a piece of waste paper! He's scared; he desperately wants to regain his dominant position!

The Pentagon, underground conference room.

A hawkish general's facial muscles twitched as he looked at the large red "VETO" on the screen.

"A bunch of idiots who can only talk the talk."

"Since negotiation isn't working, don't blame me for using force."

He turned off the screen and looked at one of the people: "Pass down the order, issue a formal document: our military intends to conduct military exercises in Japan."

Then he turned to his adjutant and said, "Send a signal to Yokosuka."

"Proceed as planned."

The adjutant straightened up: "General, have you confirmed the target?"

"East China Sea, 'Dragon Tooth-1' uninhabited reef." The general's voice was devoid of warmth: "Give them a small warning, just a knock on the door."

"Let them know who really calls the shots in this Pacific Ocean."

At the Yokosuka military base in Japan, where the United States is stationed, a piercing alarm suddenly shattered the tranquility of the port.

Squads of fully armed soldiers rushed out of the barracks and headed to their respective battle stations.

Deep within the port, several massive underground hangars slowly opened.

Several launchers carrying Tomahawk cruise missiles, towed by tractors, slowly drove out and stopped at the designated launch positions.

The missile slowly rose, pointing eastward.

Almost simultaneously, in China, at the Supreme Command Center.

On the huge screen, the live satellite imagery of Yokosuka Air Base was magnified to the extreme.

The upright missiles gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the high-definition lens.

The entire command center was so quiet you could hear everyone's heartbeat.

Commander Zhang stood in front of the screen with his hands behind his back, looking at the vehicles and soldiers being mobilized on the screen with a cold gaze.

"They still couldn't sit still."

He didn't turn around, but spoke calmly to Chen Jianguo beside him.

Chen Jianguo pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the light from the screen.

"It seems that public pressure alone is no longer enough for them."

"If you want to take action, try testing our bottom line."

Commander Zhang remained silent for a moment, then slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over every officer in the command room, each one a shining star.

"Notify the East China Sea Fleet."

His voice, though not loud, carried an undeniable weight.

"All combat units, enter Level 1 combat readiness status."

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Since the guests want to see fireworks, we'll accompany them and give them a proper viewing."

Soon, the weapons from Japan were deployed.

China's weapons have been deployed and the entire process was broadcast live. A diplomatic spokesperson condemned the United States and Japan for provoking war.

"Report! High heat source detected at Yokosuka base!"

"Ballistic missile silos are open!" A young technician's voice was a little strained.

The next second, a point of light trailing a flame rose from the base, drawing a dazzling parabola on the screen, heading straight for the East China Sea.

"It's a Tomahawk cruise missile!"

"Target... the target is our country's 'Dragon Tooth-1' uninhabited reef!"

In the command center, everyone's eyes were focused on the large screen.

That red trail, like a red-hot knife, is cutting open the strings in everyone's hearts.

At that moment, military radars around the world detected this undisguised missile.

The online world of China was instantly ignited.

Holy crap! They've attacked! They actually dared to attack!

Is this a drill? Is this fucking a drill?!

[FUCK! Is war about to break out?]

[Missiles! Real missiles! Coming for us!]

Compared to the hustle and bustle outside, there was an eerie calm inside the command center.

Commander Zhang picked up the teacup on the table, blew on the floating tea leaves, and slowly took a sip.

He put down his teacup and looked at Zhou Jue standing beside him.

"Xiao Jue, take a look at our new shield, see if it's sturdy enough."

Zhou Jue's gaze never left the red dot that was moving rapidly across the map.

She nodded: "Grandpa Zhang, don't worry."

The Tomahawk missile hurtled in at supersonic speed, quickly crossed the so-called "median line," and plunged into China's air defense identification zone.

Normally, a dense array of anti-aircraft missiles should have already been launched to intercept them.

However, on the command center's screen, none of the green dots representing our units moved.

Everyone held their breath and waited.

Just ahead of the missile's flight path, above the edge of China's territorial waters.

A transparent barrier composed of countless hexagonal grids suddenly appeared in the atmosphere, flickered for a moment, and then disappeared instantly, as fast as an illusion.

"The 'anti-nuclear sky screen' has been activated."

"Spatial Ripple Deflection System, activated."

Inside the command center, a synthesized electronic voice broadcasted the message without any emotion.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

It's here!

The high-speed Tomahawk missile, with a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, crashed head-on into the spot where the grid had just appeared.

There was no dramatic explosion as expected.

There was no flame.

It didn't even make a sound.

The war machine, crafted with the highest level of modern industrial technology, began to silently disintegrate and disintegrate into the most basic particles the moment it came into contact with that airspace.

Then, the projectile body, then the tail fins...

In less than a fraction of a second, it vanished into thin air.

A small, visible ripple in space undulated slightly where it disappeared, then returned to calm, as if it had never existed.

The command center was deathly quiet.

A young staff officer rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"The interception... was successful?"

“No.” The technical director sitting next to him stared intently at the data stream, his voice trembling: “It wasn’t intercepted, it was… broken down.”

The Pentagon's conference room was equally silent.

Everyone stared at the screen, at the red dot representing the missile, which abruptly disappeared after crossing a certain line.

"Where's the signal?!" the general asked in a hoarse voice.

“Lost, General.” The adjutant’s voice was choked with sobs: “All signals… all lost.”