Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Indian Ocean, a certain sea area.

The US Navy's Nimitz carrier strike group is deploying in combat formation.

On the aircraft carrier deck, F/A-18 "Super Hornet" fighter jets frequently took off and landed, forming dense patrol formations over the fleet.

On the escorting destroyers and cruisers, the Aegis system's phased array radars were operating at full power, scanning every inch of airspace within hundreds of kilometers.

In the command center, Fleet Commander Admiral Jensen stared intently at the tactical screen.

On the screen, several points of light were hovering around the fleet in a strange manner; those were fighter jets from the Universal Group, who had been entangled here for a full six hours.

"Still can't lock on?" Jason asked.

The technical officer wiped the sweat from his brow: "No, sir. Our radar can see them, and our optical system can capture the images, but the fire control system just can't lock on. They seem to... be interfering with our lock-on signal, but it doesn't seem like electronic jamming..."

"Not like electronic interference?" Jason frowned. "Then what is it like?"

"It's like...they don't even exist," the officer said with difficulty. "The radar echoes are intermittent, the infrared signatures are erratic, and even optical tracking occasionally loses track of the target...I've never seen technology like this before."

Jason fell silent. As a veteran who had experienced the Gulf War and the Afghan War, he had seen all kinds of advanced military technologies, but the situation before him was indeed beyond his comprehension.

Outside the window, a fighter jet from the Global Group was flying over the aircraft carrier at an almost vertical angle. The distance was so close that even the details on the pilot's helmet could be seen clearly.

The fighter jet was painted in matte black, with a simple star emblem on its fuselage—the logo of the Universal Group.

"Sir, our planes need to return for refueling," the air commander reported. "But those planes... they don't seem to need refueling."

Jason looked at the screen. The US military's F/A-18 had been patrolling in the air for four hours, and was about to run out of fuel, so it had to return.

The fighter jets from the Universal Group have been circling over the fleet for six hours now, showing no signs of leaving.

"Tell the returning planes to be careful not to let them follow them onto the deck," Jason ordered.

But the order came a little too late. Just as an F/A-18 preparing to return to base turned, a fighter jet from the Worldwide Corporation followed, almost touching its wingtip, performing every maneuver in sync.

"Damn it! We can't shake it off!" the F/A-18 pilot exclaimed over the radio.

"Stay calm, it won't really crash into us," the command center tried to reassure.

But what happened next made everyone gasp – the fighter jet from the Global Group suddenly accelerated, overtook the F/A-18, and then... performed an unbelievable maneuver in the air: it pulled up almost vertically in place, then changed to flying upside down at an altitude of 500 meters, belly up, and flew less than ten meters above the F/A-18.

This action completely violates the principles of aerodynamics and is simply impossible to achieve with current technology.

The F/A-18 pilots were so frightened they nearly lost control; the plane shook violently several times before stabilizing.

"It...it's playing tricks on us..." the pilot's voice trembled.

A deathly silence fell over the command center. Everyone understood that this was no longer a matter of technological gap; it was... a generational gap.

It's like a propeller plane facing a jet plane, or an artillery piece facing a missile; it's a confrontation on completely different levels.

"Sir, a call from the Ministry of National Defense," the communications officer reported.

Jensen took the communicator, and the Secretary of Defense's somber voice came through: "Jensen, what's the situation?"

"It's bad, Minister," Jason said frankly. "We're completely outmatched. Their aircraft are far superior, and we can't lock onto them. If war breaks out... our chances of winning are very low."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. "...Sir, you mean...to put more pressure on the Huanyu Group. They can't keep going like this; there will always be a weakness."

"Minister, if I may be so bold..." Jensen hesitated for a moment, "I don't think continuing to exert pressure is a good idea. They are clearly emboldened, and... I suspect they have some trump cards up their sleeves that we don't know about."

"Hidden card? What hidden card?"

"I don't know, but my gut feeling tells me..." Jason looked out the window at the black fighter jet still circling, "What they're showing us might just be the tip of the iceberg."

After hanging up the phone, Jason fell into deep thought. As a professional soldier, he was not afraid of fighting, but he abhorred pointless sacrifices.

Given the current situation, if war breaks out, his fleet would likely suffer heavy losses, while the enemy might only lose... a few planes?

No, perhaps they won't even lose the planes. Those uncanny maneuvers suggest they might possess some entirely new form of defense.

Just as Jason was struggling with his decision, a message came in: Huanyu Group released a live broadcast announcement, and Qin Yao would start a live broadcast in half an hour to show off her "two big babies".

"A big baby?" Jason frowned. "What are they going to show?"

No one knows the answer.

But half an hour later, when the live broadcast started, the whole world knew.

Africa, the headquarters of the Global Group.

Qin Yao's live stream started on time. The moment it started, the number of viewers exceeded eight million, and it was still growing by tens of thousands per second.

"Hello everyone, I'm Yao Yao." Qin Yao looked a little nervous in front of the camera. "Today... today my brother asked me to do a live stream to show you two... darlings."

The screen was instantly flooded with comments:

"A big treasure? What big treasure?"

"Is it a new weapon?"

"Yaoyao looks very nervous..."

"Of course, the US aircraft carrier is right there!"

"Can Huanyu Group withstand the pressure?"

"I doubt it. After all, the US is the world's number one..."

Qin Yao ignored the comments and turned the camera behind her.

There was an open space with three huge cylindrical objects standing in the center. Each of them was more than 30 meters high and more than 3 meters in diameter. They were silvery white and reflected a cold, hard luster in the sunlight.

"This is... a missile?" a spectator recognized it.

"An intercontinental ballistic missile! It's definitely an intercontinental ballistic missile!"

"My God, the Universal Group even has this?!"

"What are they trying to do? Launch?"

Qin Yao took a deep breath and said, "My brother said he's going to set off three fireworks for everyone today. These three missiles... are all intercontinental ballistic missiles, but please rest assured, they are loaded with conventional warheads and contain no explosives; this is just a test launch."