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

Upon arriving at the spaceship, Luo Fei headed straight for the equipment room.

On the way, he asked, "Xiao Wan, can we print the Chinese flag on the head and shoulders of the combat armor?"

Xiao Wan said, "Sure. The nano-spraying system on the spacecraft can spray any pattern onto any surface without fading, wear, or damage, and it is resistant to high temperatures and corrosion."

"Print fifteen sets. Print one image each on the chest, left shoulder, and right shoulder of each set."

"It's all better now."

Xiao Wan said, with a hint of smugness in his voice.

Luo Fei paused for a moment, then walked into the equipment room and saw a row of dark blue combat armors neatly hanging on the wall.

The outermost fifteen sets all have a bright red dragon flag printed on their chests.

There is also one on each shoulder, smaller but equally exquisite.

He walked over and touched it. It felt as smooth as the armor itself, without any bumps or rough edges, as if it had grown out of the metal itself.

He nodded and asked, "How do the others wear this armor?"

Xiao Wan said, "It's very simple. Everyone places their palm on the chest of the armor, and I will identify and authorize it through bioelectric signals. Once authorization is successful, the armor is bound to that person and the wearing procedure will start automatically."

Luo Fei thought for a moment and then asked, "Is there live streaming equipment on the spaceship? I want tomorrow's operation to be broadcast live in its entirety. The signal needs to be stable, the picture needs to be clear, and it can't be hacked or cut off."

Xiao Wan said, "There is an anti-gravity spherical camera, about ten centimeters in diameter, that can automatically track and film targets, regardless of terrain, lighting, or weather. The image and sound quality are lossless, giving viewers an immersive experience. I can control it to simultaneously access the network platforms and television stations of all countries on Earth without being blocked or interfered with."

Luo Fei chuckled. "So, they can't shut it down even if they wanted to?"

"Can't turn it off."

Xiao Wan's tone carried a hint of pride, "Unless they shut down the power grid."

Luo Fei stored the armor in his ring, walked out of the equipment room, returned to the cockpit, took out his phone, and called Yang Zhenguo. The call was answered after one ring.

"Brigadier, did they tell you?"

Yang Zhenguo's voice was low, but the excitement in his tone was impossible to hide: "I told you. I've already chosen my people, and I'm just waiting for you."

Luo Fei said, "Don't be surprised that I'm coming over now."

He hung up the phone, and with a thought, he appeared next to Yang Zhenguo the next second.

Yang Zhenguo stood at the entrance of the office building, wearing a camouflage uniform with his hat on properly. When he saw Luo Fei suddenly appear beside him, his heart still raced slightly, even though he was somewhat prepared.

"You little rascal... everyone's at the training ground, I'll take you there."

He turned and walked ahead with long strides, with Luo Fei following behind him.

Fifteen people were standing on the training field.

There were fourteen men and one Chu Yue.

Everyone was dressed in training uniforms, standing ramrod straight in a row. Their expressions were serious, but their eyes were full of excitement.

Yang Zhenguo stood at the front of the line, his voice booming: "At ease! Attention!"

The fifteen people moved in perfect unison, the sound of their heels hitting each other echoing across the empty training field.

He turned to look at Luo Fei and said, "Little Luo, the man is in your hands now."

Luo Fei walked to the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over each person's face.

Chu Yue stood at the head of the line, chin slightly raised, her gaze resolute. Beside her were several members of the Hunter Blade Squad. The other two were new faces, but judging from their posture and eyes, they were elite.

He began, "You probably already know about tomorrow's mission. I'll tell you the specifics later. Now, I'll give each of you a set of equipment."

He walked to the open space in the middle of the training ground, and with a thought, fifteen sets of combat armor appeared out of thin air and were neatly stacked on the ground.

The training ground fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved, and all eyes were fixed on the dark blue armor bearing the flag of the Dragon Kingdom.

Sunlight shone on the armor's outer shell, reflecting a cold luster. The flags on the chest and shoulders were particularly striking in the sunlight, as red as burning flames.

Someone swallowed hard, the sound was very soft, but it could be heard clearly in the quiet training ground.

Someone took a step forward, then stepped back, as if waiting for orders.

Chu Yue's eyes lit up for a moment, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her seriousness.

Luo Fei said, "Each of you choose one set and place your palms on the chest of the armor. The armor will recognize your identity, and once bound, it can only be used by you."

Yang Zhenguo stood to the side, arms crossed, his expression complex.

The political commissar, who had just arrived, stood beside him, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, momentarily forgetting to close it.

The first one to come out was Chu Yue.

She walked to a row of armored vehicles, looked at the dark blue, cold-looking metal shells, reached out, and touched the chest of one of the suits.

The armor flashed.

The energy core on her chest flashed, and then the entire armor unfolded, like a flower blooming, with each component separating and then closing together to envelop Chu Yue's body.

Starting with the feet, and ending with the helmet. The moment the visor fell down, it made a very soft "click," like the sound of a buckle being fastened.

Chu Yue stood there, wearing that dark blue combat armor.

She looked down at her hands; the gloves fit snugly, and her fingers moved freely.

She raised her arm, bent her waist, and squatted down, without feeling any discomfort.

The display screen inside the helmet lit up, and various data appeared before my eyes—altitude, speed, direction, temperature, oxygen supply, and energy shield status.

"How is it?" Luo Fei asked.

Chu Yue's voice came through the helmet's speaker, and it was very clear.

"It's very light. Much lighter than it looks. It doesn't affect movement at all. The display in the helmet is clear and the data is complete."

The people around her looked at her, their eyes shining even brighter.

One by one, they stepped out, walked up to the armored vehicles, and placed their hands on their chests.

One suit of armor after another lit up, unfolded, closed, and enveloped each body.

Yang Zhenguo walked over to Luo Fei and lowered his voice, saying, "Little Luo, this armor... can it stop bullets?"

Luo Fei said, "Once the shield is activated, even a nuclear bomb can't penetrate it."

Yang Zhenguo opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

He turned around, looked at the soldiers who were getting used to their armor, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Tomorrow, I'll be here waiting for your triumphant return."

Luo Fei didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder.

He looked at the fifteen soldiers in combat armor.

They were trying to run, jump, and do various movements. Some were colliding with each other to test the strength of the armor; others were trying to lift the equipment on the training field and were surprised to find that the equipment felt like feathers in their hands.

"alright,"

Luo Fei clapped his hands. "You all must be familiar with the armor. There can be no mistakes in tomorrow's mission."

The brigade commander and political commissar also stood beside Luo Fei and watched for a while.

Suddenly, the brigade commander turned to Luo Fei and said, "Xiao Luo, come to my office with me. Political Commissar, you stay here and keep an eye on them."

Luo Fei nodded, turned around, and followed Yang Zhenguo toward the office building.

Upon arriving at the office, the brigade commander took out several sets of military uniforms from a drawer, folded them neatly, and placed them on the table.

There was also a new certificate. Luo Fei picked it up and looked at it. There was no job title filled in. It read: "The holder of this certificate may mobilize any military unit in the Dragon Kingdom. All levels of units must cooperate unconditionally."

"This is what I was asked to pass on to you from above," Yang Zhenguo said, his voice becoming much more serious.

Luo Fei put the military uniform into his ring without saying anything.

Yang Zhenguo looked at him but didn't say anything.

The two were silent for a few seconds, then Luo Fei turned and walked out.

On the training ground, fifteen soldiers in combat armor were still familiarizing themselves with their equipment.

Some people ran from one end of the training field to the other, moving as fast as the wind; some tried to jump from the spot, leaping several meters high, but fell flat on their faces when they landed, and their comrades next to them laughed and helped them up; some were trying to operate the weapon system on their arms, and a thin beam of light shot out from their wrists, burning a small hole in the ground.

Luo Fei stood at the edge of the training field, watching them.

Unbeknownst to him, at that very moment, several warships were setting sail from Japan's seaside base.

Several of the ships were carrying nuclear bombs that the United States had secretly transported over. These bombs were hidden in the ammunition depot, and only the captains and a few other people knew about them.

The fleet commander stood on the bridge of the flagship, holding a nautical chart in his hand, the route on the chart pointing southwest.

His expression was calm, but the fingers holding the nautical chart trembled slightly.

He knew the true purpose of this mission, and he also knew about the existence of those weapons.

He knew even more that if that person made a move, they would definitely not be able to come back.

But he did not back down.

It wasn't because he was brave, but because he had nowhere to retreat.

Two carrier strike groups from the United States received orders to sail on the high seas in the southern waters of China.

However, the order ended with a line that read: "Turn midway, do not enter the Dongdu Strait, but only patrol the nearby high seas, without directly intervening."

He knew this was meant for the Japanese.

Once they've stormed in, the US Congress will stand at a distance, watching and waiting, to see if they can blow up that person.

If they're killed, all is well; if they aren't, the US Congress will say, "We weren't involved; it was the Japanese who did it."

All eyes on the Blue Star are on the Dragon Kingdom.

Satellites took one picture after another, intelligence reports were transmitted one after another, and news reports were released one after another. The entire Blue Star was thrown into chaos because of the Dragon Kingdom's announcement.

Some people have discovered that there have been troop movements in all major military regions of the Dragon Kingdom.

The missile launchers of the Rocket Force drove out of the underground warehouse and onto the highway, one after another, like a long steel dragon.

Those countries that usually like to cause trouble on China's borders have suddenly become quiet.

In an Indian border post, soldiers looked out at the Chinese border guard camp across the border.

The lights were all on, and shadowy figures moved about, busy with something.

No one dared to cross the line, no one dared to provoke, and even politicians who usually loved to shout on social media kept their mouths shut.

They knew that this time, China was serious. This wasn't a drill; they were really going to take action.