Chapter 298 The world was in an uproar, look at the dazzling fireworks.
Amid the global shock and heated discussion, the perspective from the front of the warhead began to change.
The missile has begun its reentry into the atmosphere.
Flight altitude: 100km
[Flight Speed: Mach 20]
[Target locked: Japan, 'Onimaru Reef']
The Land of Cherry Blossoms, Tokyo, the underground command center of the Ministry of Defense.
Kishida and all the generals stared intently at the rapidly enlarging outline of the island on the screen.
"It's here! It's here!"
The Defense Minister's voice became shrill due to extreme tension.
"Patriots! Standard Missile-3s! Fire them all! Don't hold back! Stop it!"
He was like a gambler who had lost all his chips, making a last-ditch effort.
However, during the live broadcast, the two missiles, which resembled spears from the heavens, made a move that shocked military experts worldwide.
They are about 10,000 meters above the sea.
It hovered.
It defied all the laws of physics and hovered silently in the air.
"It...it stopped?"
"The missile... is stuck in the sky?"
"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
In command centers around the world, gasps of horror, as if they had seen a ghost, echoed.
This is even more unbelievable than China intercepting a US missile! This is even more shocking than China's tough stance of refusing to listen to mediation and only seeking retaliation!
Then, under the stunned and numb gaze of the whole world.
The two hovering warheads slightly adjusted their angles, like two top divers stretching their bodies in the air.
Then, one in front and one behind.
With an elegant yet deathly aura.
Silently, they jumped into the center of the uninhabited island below, called "Oni Maru Reef".
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The whole world seemed to have been muted.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the anticipated earth-shattering explosion.
But there was no sound! There was absolutely no sound in the live stream.
There was only one ray of light.
A blinding white light suddenly burst forth from the seabed, instantly engulfing the entire "Ghost Reef" and the entire field of view of the camera.
The screen turned pure white.
A few seconds later, when the screen returned to normal.
Everyone witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.
The sea was calm and still, with the "Oni Maru Reef" that had just stood there, along with the surrounding waters for several kilometers.
It disappeared.
It was completely erased, from the physical level, as if it had never existed.
A silent yet dazzling "firework" quietly bloomed in the sky above the ocean.
The data finally stopped on the live stream screen.
[Target: Onimaru Reef]
Status: Delivered, target removed
"We won!!!!!"
"We won!!!"
Long live the motherland!
"Wow! That's amazing! That's incredible!"
"Holy crap! This is even more terrifying than a massive explosion! When did our mother develop such advanced weaponry? Not a single sound leaked out!"
After a few seconds of silence, cheers erupted across China, from cities to villages, from every family's living room to university dormitories.
Countless people embraced and wept, and countless people raised the five-star red flag high in their hands.
Meanwhile, in Tokyo, in the underground bunker of the Prime Minister's official residence.
Kishida stared blankly at the empty sea on the screen, at the line of text "Target removed".
The light in his eyes went out completely.
His body went limp, and he slid off the chair and collapsed to the ground.
"Ring ring—ring ring—"
The emergency phone on his desk, which connected to the highest command center, started ringing frantically again.
This time, Kishida lay on the cold floor, too exhausted to even lift his head to look at the phone. But that phone call was like a death knell.
Each sound was like an electric drill, drilling into Kishida's very marrow.
A young secretary, her face ashen and her legs trembling, moved over.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister..."
His voice was trembling uncontrollably.
"Telephone..."
Kishida didn't move, like a lump of mud.
The secretary trembled as she reached out her hand, as if it were not a microphone but a venomous snake.
He pressed the speakerphone button.
"Kishida!"
A voice, distorted by anger, exploded from the receiver.
He is the president of the United States.
"What have you done?!"
"I told you to hold on! Did you hold on? Now one of your islands is gone! An entire island! Do you know what that means?!"
Everyone else in the office lowered their heads, not daring to look at the phone.
This is no longer a questioning; it's an attempt to shirk responsibility.
Kishida's body twitched slightly.
He slowly pushed himself up from the ground, walked to his desk, and picked up the microphone.
"Mr. President."
His voice was hoarse, calm, and without a trace of emotion.
"I'm just following your orders."
"You said the Seventh Fleet would be here soon."
"You said that the beacon of freedom will never be extinguished."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Now,” Kishida’s voice was laced with a deathly resentment, “my island is gone.”
Where is your fleet?
"Can it retrieve 'Oni Maru Reef' from the seabed?"
"you……"
The American president was speechless.
"We're fucked."
Kishida said softly.
"It's not me, it's us."
After saying that, he hung up the phone and put the receiver back in its place.
That crisp "clack" heralded the end of an era.
...
White house, oval office.
"FUCK!"
The American president slammed the encrypted phone he was holding onto the expensive carpet.
He paced back and forth in the office like a trapped beast, his chest heaving violently.
All the staff members remained silent, trembling with fear.
The hawkish general who once clamored for "preemptive strikes" now sat silently in the corner like a stone statue.
His military career, his beliefs, and that vaporized island all collapsed.
"Mr. President..."
The Secretary of State's voice was dry.
"Our Seventh Fleet...and the Third Fleet..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.
Those aircraft carrier battle groups that once symbolized global hegemony are no longer a deterrent in the face of "anti-nuclear sky" and "Dongfeng" missiles.
They are hostages.
The president abruptly stopped and looked at his defense minister.
"Order."
He closed his eyes, as if he had used up all his strength.
"Seventh Fleet, halt immediately."
"Third Fleet, return to Pearl Harbor."
"All units, disengage from the Chinese fleet."
"quick!"
...
Huaxia, the Supreme Command Center.
On the huge screen, the red arrow representing the US Seventh Fleet abruptly stopped less than 100 nautical miles from China's territorial waters.
Then, it began to slowly turn.
Another arrow, representing the Third Fleet, also traced a humiliating arc in the central Pacific, retreating eastward.
"Commander, they've withdrawn," Chen Jianguo said calmly.
Chief Zhang picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam: "A dog will always learn its lesson after being beaten."
He took a sip of tea, his gaze deep: "The beating is over."
"It's time to settle accounts."
He put down his teacup and looked at a communications officer in the command room.
"Notify the press office."
"Live broadcast globally in one hour."
The communications officer hesitated for a moment: "Sir, the topic of the press conference is..."
Commander Zhang stood up, walked to the huge world map, and his gaze fell on the vast western Pacific Ocean.
He didn't turn around, but his voice carried clearly throughout the command room.
"theme:"
"Explanation on the Post-War Order Reconstruction and Related Compensation Issues in the Western Pacific Region".
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