The adjutant stood aside, sighed helplessly, and whispered: "The air raid should be over. We have to go out and check the situation."

"If we can recover some of the losses, perhaps it can also reduce our responsibility."

Hearing the word "responsibility", the Air Force Lieutenant General suddenly came to his senses, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

He quickly stood up from the chair and said in a hoarse but urgent voice: "Go! Come out with me! Quick!"

However, when they walked out of the air-raid shelter, the scene before them made everyone's heart sink to the bottom in an instant.

The entire air force base was engulfed in raging flames, the flames lit up half the sky red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of white phosphorus, making it suffocating.

The buildings around the base were severely damaged, and all the fighter jets parked on the runway were damaged. The condition of the fighter jets in the hangar was unknown, but it was obvious that they were not in much better condition.

On the ground, a large number of casualties were lying in disorder, some of them had lost their vital signs, and some were still groaning in pain.

Rescuers rushed through the rubble, trying to find survivors, but it was clear that their efforts were insignificant in the face of such heavy losses.

The Air Force Lieutenant General looked at everything in front of him, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were filled with despair, and his voice was trembling so much that it was almost inaudible: "The Northern Air Force Base... is basically ruined... I'm done..."

Meanwhile, at the presidential palace in Tehran.

Huo Meni was sitting in the office with a frown on his face, flipping through the documents sent from the front line.

His expression was focused and solemn, and he was obviously worried about the situation in the country.

“Boom…boom.”

Suddenly, there was a hurried knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Huo Meni said without looking up, still concentrating on the document in his hand.

The Secretary General hurriedly pushed the door open, his face pale, his tone filled with undisguised anxiety: "Mr. President, this is bad, something big has happened!"

"The northern air base was attacked and we suffered heavy losses!"

Huo Meni suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief: "What?!"

"You...what did you just say?"

The Secretary General swallowed hard and repeated in a trembling voice, "The Northern Air Force Base... is finished."

Huo Meni stood up suddenly, grabbed the secretary general by the collar, and angrily demanded, "Say that again?!"

"North... How could the Northern Air Force Base be destroyed?"

"That's Iran's most advanced air force base, equipped with the most elite F-14 Bearcat fighters and the most sophisticated air defense system!"

"How could he be attacked?"

"Besides, how could the radars and early warning aircraft across the country allow the enemy aircraft to break through the defense line silently?!"

The Secretary General's face turned pale at Huo Meni's anger, but he still said, "Mr. President, the Northern Air Force Base just sent a fax confirming that it was attacked."

"Furthermore, the losses... are extremely severe, and we are still compiling the specific data."

Huo Meni let go of his hand and staggered back two steps, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

His eyes were filled with anger, shock, and a deep sense of powerlessness. He slowly sat back in his chair, his hands resting on the table.

He murmured in a low voice: "How is this possible... How is this possible..."

The office fell into deathly silence, with only the faint sound of the wind coming from outside the window, as if wailing for the disaster.

However, the Secretary General continued apprehensively, "Mr. President, I have carefully checked before coming here. Air defense radar systems across the country have not detected any enemy aircraft entering our airspace tonight."

"Even our 24-hour non-stop airborne early warning aircraft failed to detect any trace of enemy aircraft."

Huo Meni's face turned alternately blue and red. He angrily slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Investigate! Find the enemy!"

"If they dare to attack us Persians, I will make them pay the price!"

He quickly calmed down and issued several orders in succession: "Immediately order the fighter planes from the southern and central air bases to take off and search for any trace of the enemy aircraft!"

"At the same time, a nationwide air defense alert has been sounded to prevent further attacks!"

"Also, notify the intelligence department. They must find out the enemy's identity and motives as quickly as possible!"

The Secretary-General responded immediately with a serious expression: "Yes, Mr. President!"

After saying this, he hurriedly left the office to contact the various troops and convey the instructions.

The atmosphere in the office was so solemn that it was almost suffocating.

At this time, the office director beside him said cautiously: "Mr. President, the enemy who attacked us this time is very likely our enemy."

Huo Meni's face was gloomy. He glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't beat around the bush. Get straight to the point!"

"You civilians just love to be so flowery. It's already late, so hurry up and tell us what information you have!"

The office director nodded awkwardly and said quickly, "There are only a handful of countries or organizations in the world today that possess this kind of technology and capabilities."

"Moreover, in addition to several major countries such as the United States, the Bear Country, and the Eagle Country, there is another country that possesses such strength, and it has a deep hatred for us."

Huo Meni's brows furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川" (Chuan), and his tone was icy: "You mean...?"

"Yes, it's him—Bao Junyi!"

The office director said firmly, "After all, he has the technology to operate the F-16 fighter jets. It's entirely possible that he could have planned and executed this operation."

Huo Meni shook his head, questioningly saying, "Impossible. The F-16 fighter jet has a limited payload capacity, and this attack used a large number of aerial bombs and white phosphorus bombs."

"Besides, an attack of this scale can only be carried out by large bombers. F-16 fighter jets simply cannot do it."

The office director frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Mr. President, is it possible... that Miracle Group has already developed a bomber?"

"impossible!"

Huo Meni flatly denied it, "They're just a civilian company. Developing the F-16 fighter jet is incredible. How could they develop a bomber in such a short time? This is simply unbelievable!"

The office director explained in a low voice: "Mr. President, Miracle Group's annual R&D investment is more than our entire country's military expenditure."

"Moreover, they have attracted a large number of top international talents and recruited them globally through headhunting companies."

"If there is any company in the world that can achieve a technological breakthrough in a short period of time, it can only be Miracle Group."

Huo Meni's expression darkened. He was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke, "Even so, even if they developed a bomber, how could they possibly put it into actual combat so quickly?"

"And how did they avoid detection by all our ground-based radars and airborne early warning aircraft?"

"So, this doesn't make any sense!"