I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

A ball of light appeared on the index finger, and a beam of light shot out from the fingertip at an extremely fast speed, hitting the first launch box almost the instant it was shot out.

The beam penetrated the outer shell of the launch container, the missile body, and the high explosive charge inside the warhead.

Then, the explosion began.

It wasn't a single missile that exploded, but a series of explosions.

The warhead of the Giant Axe missile is filled with high-energy explosives, and each one is powerful enough to destroy a building.

More than a dozen missiles were detonated simultaneously. The combined force of the explosions formed a huge orange-red fireball that rose from the ground, rapidly expanded, and engulfed the launch containers, military trucks, soldiers, control vehicles, and everything around them.

The shockwave spread outwards, carrying high temperatures and debris like a giant, invisible blade, sweeping in all directions.

The school is right next door.

The shockwave struck the school wall, which collapsed as if it were made of paper.

All the windows in the school building shattered at the same moment, and shards of glass flew into the classrooms like raindrops, hitting desks, blackboards, and students who had not yet had time to evacuate.

Students running on the playground were knocked to the ground by the shockwave. Some were able to get up, their faces covered in blood. Some were screaming, some were crying, while most lay motionless on the ground.

Cracks appeared in the walls of the teaching building, extending from the foundation to the roof, and the entire building was shaking as if it were experiencing a strong earthquake.

Luo Fei hovered in the air, looking down at everything.

The fireball was still expanding, black smoke was rising, buildings on the ground were burning, and people were running, shouting, and crying in the distance.

His expression remained unchanged, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at an insignificant landscape.

He withdrew his gaze, turned, and flew towards the second coordinate.

The second coordinate is located next to a hospital.

The hospital has a large complex of buildings, and there is a helipad on the roof of the emergency center with a red cross painted on it.

Next to the hospital was an open space enclosed by a high wall, where missile launchers also stood—the same giant tomahawk missiles from the United States.

Luo Fei extended his index finger, aimed it at the missile launchers, and a beam of light shot out, hitting the launchers and detonating the missiles.

The explosion was more powerful than the first one because there were more missiles here, and they were deployed more densely. Fireballs rose, black smoke billowed, and the shockwave struck the hospital's outpatient building. The glass curtain wall of the outpatient building shattered completely, and fragments cascaded down like a waterfall, hitting the open ground at the entrance and the patients and their families who were entering and leaving the hospital.

The windows of the inpatient department were shattered, patients in their beds were cut by broken glass, nurses at the nurses' station were knocked to the ground by the shockwave, documents were scattered all over the floor, computer screens were broken, lights went out, and emergency lights came on, their stark white light illuminating the terrified faces.

Luo Fei did not linger.

He turned and flew to the third, fourth, and fifth coordinates. Each location followed the same pattern—missiles were deployed next to schools, near hospitals, and in the middle of residential areas; launch pads stood upright, and the missiles were ready, awaiting only a command.

His beam of light shot out again and again, explosions occurred again and again, fireballs rose again and again, black smoke spread again and again, and shockwaves destroyed surrounding civilian facilities time and time again.

Some people are crying, some are shouting, some are running, and some are lying motionless in the ruins.

He neither knew nor cared how many people had died.

When those missiles were deployed here, the Japanese Ministry of Defense and the military advisors of the United States should have foreseen this consequence. Hiding weapons behind civilians and setting up launchers next to schools and hospitals, thinking that this would deter attacks—this is a despicable and shameless scheme.

They thought the Dragon Kingdom would be concerned about civilian casualties, international public opinion, and the moral high ground.

They were right.

However, Luo Fei is not part of the Chinese military, and he is not bound by those rules.

His logic was simple—what missiles you have and where they're deployed is your business, not mine. If your missiles pose a threat to China's security, they have no reason to exist. As for morality, that's something you talk about with people.

After the last position was detonated, Luo Fei hovered in mid-air, looking down at the burning land below.

Black smoke billowed from several cities simultaneously.

The sirens of ambulances came from all directions, and fire trucks sped along the highway with flashing lights on their roofs.

Luo Fei withdrew his gaze, turned around, and flew towards the sea.

Below, at a base of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, an officer stands in front of a radar screen, staring intently at the disappearing dots on the screen—all the nearby missile sites lost signal in less than ten minutes.

His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, and he was completely frozen, motionless.

A technician standing nearby turned around, his face pale and his voice hoarse, and said, "Sir, we...we received urgent reports from several troops stationed near the positions. They said...they saw a beam of light shoot down from the sky, accurately hitting the missiles, and then all the missiles detonated. No enemy aircraft were detected, no incoming missiles were found, and there was no trace of any other aircraft. Just a beam of light."

The officer's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "The Dragon Kingdom...they actually have such powerful laser weapons..."

The technician opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He turned back to look at the gray dots on the screen, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and brought up the satellite image.

In the images, thick smoke was billowing from the positions, and flames were still flickering. The surrounding buildings—schools, hospitals, and residential areas—had all suffered varying degrees of damage.

His eyes were fixed on the images, his pupils slightly contracted.

The officer took a deep breath, picked up the red telephone on the table with trembling hands, and dialed a number.

After the call connected, he used all his strength to say only one sentence: "It is suspected that the Dragon Kingdom used an unknown laser weapon. All the giant axe missile sites on the southern islands have been destroyed."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, so long that the officer thought the call had been disconnected.

Then, a tired and hoarse voice rang out, saying only three words: "Understood."

The call was abruptly ended.

The officer slowly put down the microphone, turned around dejectedly, and stared blankly out the window.

Outside the window, there was a seemingly calm sea, without a single ship or seabird. Only the blinding sunlight shattered into countless golden specks on the waves, flashing as if silently mocking their defeat and incompetence.