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

While Luo Fei was helping his parents choose a sofa, on the other side of Earth, in the United States, a secret meeting was quietly taking place.

The meeting was not held in the White House or the Pentagon, but in an inconspicuous underground facility.

The number of attendees was small, but each one was a key figure who could influence the world order.

Among them were officials from the Department of Defense, representatives from the CIA, and several people in suits whose positions were unclear.

The meeting room was not large, with fewer than ten people sitting on either side of the long table.

The lighting was dim, but the screen on the wall was lit up, displaying a photo of Luo Fei—a screenshot from a video by that Japanese photography blogger. The image was somewhat blurry after being greatly enlarged, but his facial features were still clearly discernible.

The room was silent before the meeting began.

Some people were looking down at documents, some were staring at their coffee cups, and others were twirling pens between their fingers.

An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the air, like the gloom before a storm.

The meeting was chaired by an elderly man around sixty years old, with gray hair, a thin face, and sunken eyes, who looked as if he hadn't had a proper rest for a week.

His name is James Miller. He has served as National Security Advisor for less than two years, yet he has handled more crises than his predecessor did in a decade.

He tapped the table lightly, the sound was soft, but it made everyone look up.

"Gentlemen, we have only one topic today."

He paused briefly, then tapped the face on the screen with his finger.

"How should we deal with this person?"

The large screen behind him switched between several images.

The first image is a satellite image of the Japanese missile site after its destruction. Several huge craters are clearly visible, large areas of surrounding buildings have collapsed, and black smoke is rising.

The second image shows the last moments before the Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force's 4th Escort Flotilla sank. The four ships are lined up on the sea, and then one by one they disappear from sight.

The third image is a screenshot from a video showing Luo Fei extending his finger in the air while a beam of light shoots towards the ground.

Miller and the others looked at it for a few seconds before continuing, "The information we currently have is as follows: This person is of Dragon nationality, twenty-seven years old, possesses superhuman physical abilities, can fly, can fire energy beams, and has the capability to destroy an aircraft carrier battle group. We do not yet know the limits of his abilities, nor do we know what his weaknesses are."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"But one thing is very clear to us—he is changing the balance of power in the world."

Seated on the left side of the long table was a middle-aged man in military uniform, General Mark Taylor of the Joint Staff of the Department of Defense.

He sat upright with broad shoulders, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from his chest when he spoke.

"I have read all the information about him, including the incident with the dog tycoon, in which our two carrier strike groups were completely wiped out."

He opened the document in front of him and pointed to a line of numbers.

"Our analysis department's assessment is that conventional military means are ineffective against this person. He may be immune to missiles, bombs, and guns."

Lieutenant General Taylor closed the file and looked up.

"Therefore, we need to take unconventional measures."

Sitting opposite him was Robert, the CIA deputy director, who was in his early fifties, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and looked like a university professor.

"There are many unconventional methods. The question is, which one can guarantee success?"

He adjusted his glasses.

There was a few seconds of silence in the conference room.

Someone coughed softly.

A short, stout man sitting at the end of the long table spoke up. He was Harrison, a representative from the Department of Energy, responsible for nuclear weapons-related matters.

His voice wasn't loud, but his words were like a pebble thrown into calm water, creating ripples.

"I have a plan."

All eyes turned to him.

Harrison leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped together in front of his abdomen.

"Lift restrictions on Japan's nuclear weapons."

The air in the conference room froze instantly.

Lieutenant General Taylor frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice.

Robert squinted behind his glasses.

Miller didn't speak, but just stared at Harrison, waiting for him to continue.

Harrison's expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm.

"Japan possesses the nuclear materials, technology, and talent. They are only one step away from building a nuclear bomb—the restrictions we impose. If we remove these restrictions, they could produce hundreds or even thousands of nuclear bombs in a short period of time."

He paused for a moment, then drew a circle in the air with his finger.

"Then, we'll figure out a way to lure this person to Japan. By whatever means necessary—either by creating a reason for him to go, or by spreading false information through some channel. Once he arrives in Japan, we'll detonate a nuclear bomb in his area."

He raised his head and his gaze swept over everyone.

"I don't believe he can withstand the power of a nuclear bomb. Absolutely no one on Earth can withstand a nuclear bomb."

Someone in the conference room took a soft breath; the sound was faint, but clearly audible in the quiet environment.

Lieutenant General Taylor stopped tapping. His expression was complex, as if he were calculating something or weighing the pros and cons.

"You mean, use Japanese territory and Japanese nuclear weapons to attack a Chinese person?"

Harrison nodded.

"Japan has experienced a nuclear explosion. Even if it happens again, the people will have experience, and there will certainly be some panic. But their government will probably choose to cooperate—as long as we don't admit that we did it, we can shift the blame to China, or claim that it was that person who caused it. After all, that person did do a lot of things in Japan."

He paused.

"Moreover, Japan's geographical location is ideal. With its many islands and mountains, traps can be set in remote areas to minimize damage to cities. Of course, some damage is inevitable, but it's a necessary price to pay."

Robert took off his glasses and slowly wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt. His movements were slow, as if he were stalling for time, or perhaps organizing his thoughts. After wiping them, he put his glasses back on and looked at Harrison.

Have you ever considered this question?

"What's the problem?"

"If Japan gets nuclear weapons, will they drop them on our heads?"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

Harrison's fingers interlaced even tighter. He didn't speak.

Robert continued, "Who launched the attacks on 'Little Boy' and 'Fat Man'? It was us. If Japan had nuclear weapons, who do you think would be their first target for retaliation? China? Or us?"

His tone was heavy, each word like a nail driven into the table.

"We must never allow Japan to possess nuclear weapons. That's the bottom line."

At this moment, Lieutenant General Taylor spoke up, his voice calm and steady, as if he were offering a compromise.

"Robert is right. We can't let them have nuclear weapons. But—"

He turned to Miller.

"We can transport a few over ourselves. Without going through the Japanese government, or only letting a very small number of people know about it. On Japanese territory, we can choose a suitable location, pre-deploy the nuclear weapons, and then detonate them remotely when that person arrives."

He paused.

"In this way, the nuclear weapons are ours, and we have control over them. Japan will not possess nuclear weapons, and we will not need to worry about retaliation."

Harrison thought for a moment and nodded.

"This plan is feasible. There are no technical obstacles. We have many decommissioned but still usable nuclear warheads. After disassembling some parts and reassembling them, they can be completely converted into remote-controlled detonation devices. On the Japanese side, we need to find a remote place, preferably an uninhabited area or a military restricted zone."

Robert frowned, still hesitant.

"But will that person go? How do we lure him to that specific location?"

Miller finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable weight.

"Japan has always been very close to us. Their desire to develop nuclear weapons is nothing new. We can release information—saying that Japan is secretly developing nuclear weapons and has already made a breakthrough. This information needs to be leaked to China through some channel, to that person."

He picked up the pen on the table and twirled it between his fingertips.

"He has always been hostile to Japan. He would even destroy the deployment of medium- and long-range missiles. If he learns that Japan is going to build a nuclear bomb, he will likely go and destroy it. We just need to pre-deploy a nuclear bomb in one of Japan's nuclear facilities. Once he arrives, we can detonate it immediately."

He put down his pen and placed his hands crossed on the table.

"No matter how powerful he is, he is still made of flesh and blood. The temperature, shockwave, and radiation at the center of a nuclear bomb are enough to kill all life on Earth instantly. I don't believe he can survive."

Lieutenant General Taylor nodded in agreement.

"This plan can be further refined. Site selection, transportation, deployment, and detonation—each step needs to be repeatedly simulated to ensure that everything goes smoothly."

Robert remained hesitant but did not object. He simply asked, "What if a nuclear bomb can't kill him?"

No one answered in the meeting room.

Miller was silent for a few seconds, then said something that sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Then we should prepare for the worst and push all the blame onto Japan."

The meeting lasted for nearly an hour, discussing some details—the preliminary site selection was set in a mountainous area in western Honshu, Japan, where there was an abandoned mine, and the surrounding area was deserted for dozens of kilometers; three nuclear bombs were to be used, deployed in a dispersed manner to ensure coverage; the detonation method would employ a double safety mechanism of remote control and timing; the transportation process must be kept absolutely secret and could not pass through any channels that could be detected.

When the meeting adjourned, it was already late at night local time.

Miller was the last to leave the meeting room.

He stood at the doorway and glanced back at the face on the screen—young, calm, with a hint of indifference in its eyes.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then turned off the screen and left.

The corridor was very quiet, with only his own footsteps echoing between the empty concrete walls, one after another, like some kind of countdown.

Unbeknownst to him, shortly after he left the conference room, a preliminary intelligence summary about the meeting had already been placed on Qin Zhenhua's desk in China.

Although the content is incomplete, a few keywords are enough to send chills down one's spine: "nuclear bomb," "Japanese chicken," "lure," and "detonate."

After reading it, Qin Zhenhua put the paper into the shredder.

The paper was cut into thin strips and fell silently into the trash can.

He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

-

Luo Fei returned to the mall and wandered around the furniture section, where he found his parents picking out mattresses.

Li Xiulan sat on a soft cushion, lifting and lowering her buttocks repeatedly, as if testing the elasticity of a spring.

"Xiao Fei, you've come at the perfect time."

Li Xiulan beckoned to him, "Try sitting on this one and see how firm it is."

Luo Fei sat down and found it quite comfortable, with just the right firmness.

"It's great, buy it if you like it."

Li Xiulan hesitated again: "The one I just saw was also quite comfortable. I really don't know which one to choose."

Luo Weidong chimed in from the side, "You've been choosing all morning. If you keep picking like this, it'll be dark soon."

Li Xiulan glared at him: "What's your rush? You have to take your time choosing things when you're shopping, right?"

Luo Fei smiled and was about to say, "How about we buy both?" when his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed it was Director Qin.

He walked to a quiet corner and answered the phone.

"Xiao Luo, are you busy?"

Director Qin's voice sounded different from usual; it was less casual and more serious.

"I'm shopping with my parents, Director Qin. What happened?"

Director Qin paused for a moment and then said, "If it's convenient, please come to Kyoto. There are some things I need to discuss with you in person; the situation is rather urgent."

Luo Fei didn't press for details. He knew that things couldn't be explained over the phone, and asking would be pointless.

"Okay, I'll be right there. Please let the military know in advance. Send me the address."

Director Qin replied, "Okay, I'll send it to you right away. Someone will meet you when you arrive."