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In the city, in the east hall of the conference room.

This is the solemn hall where major national policies were once announced, but today, the atmosphere here is shrouded in an unusually tense and explosive atmosphere.

An impromptu international press conference attracted the attention of almost all of the world's top media outlets.

A forest of cameras and microphones stood, their flashes like a dense barrage of lightning, blinding everyone.

The foreign journalists in the audience whispered among themselves, their faces showing an arrogant and gloating smile. In their view, the fact that China was being jointly blockaded by more than a dozen Western industrial powers was tantamount to having its lifeline strangled.

Economic collapse and technological regression seem to be only a matter of time.

What tricks does Liu Ming, the young commander-in-chief known as the "God of War for the Nation," have up his sleeve today, besides protesting, condemning, or humiliatingly requesting negotiations?

"Look! He's here!"

With a gasp, the side door of the hall was pushed open.

Liu Ming walked onto the podium.

He wasn't wearing his signature black Zhongshan suit today, but instead a minimalist iron-gray suit. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the collar was slightly open, exuding an undisguised wildness and coldness.

His steps were steady, each step seemingly on some invisible rhythm, without panic or anger.

That calm was like the suffocating calm before a storm.

Liu Ming walked to the podium, but did not sit down. He scanned the entire room.

Wherever his gaze fell, the foreign journalists who had been whispering amongst themselves involuntarily stopped talking.

That was the oppressive aura that had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood; this aura needed no embellishment whatsoever.

Good afternoon, friends from the media.

Liu Ming spoke, his voice deep, yet clearly transmitted through the microphone to every corner of the globe.

"In the past 48 hours, our country has received a joint statement from a major power and its dozen or so allies."

He extended his long, slender fingers and pulled out an official document from the inside pocket of his suit jacket. The document was printed in English and multiple languages ​​and bore the official seals of several countries.

That was the "Joint Communiqué on Technology Blockade" that shocked the world.

This is what Western media call an "ultimatum".

Liu Ming held the document up in the air, showing it to all the cameras.

"They demanded that we cease mass production of the 'Longyuan' chip, open up the core underlying code for their review, and unconditionally accept their pricing power and export quota restrictions on high-end precision instruments."

A mocking sneer slowly crept onto Liu Ming's lips.

"Here, I would like to take this opportunity, through your cameras, to give a formal response to those 'big shots' who hide behind the scenes and think they can still give orders like they did a hundred years ago."

The entire room fell silent, all the cameras fixed on Liu Ming, waiting for the expected "strong condemnation".

However, Liu Ming's next move stunned the entire world!

"Sizzle—!"

A piercing sound of tearing fabric suddenly rang out in the quiet hall!

Liu Ming suddenly exerted force with both hands!

That joint communiqué, representing the will of more than a dozen Western powers and regarded by them as a "holy decree," was actually circulated by Liu Ming in front of global media and billions of viewers.

It was forcibly torn in two!

"My God!"

"Is he crazy?"

The foreign journalists in the audience erupted in uproar, some even standing up in fear! This wasn't just being tough; it was a blatant slap in the face to those superpowers! It was a direct declaration of war!

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Liu Ming didn't stop. He tore the document into tiny pieces without any expression.

Then, he casually tossed the fragments into the air like trash.

Paper scraps fell like snowflakes, landing on the podium that symbolized the dignity of the Dragon Kingdom.

"Since you don't want to play by the rules."

Liu Ming placed his hands on the podium, leaned forward, and unleashed a ferocious fighting spirit in his dark eyes that could burn the entire world to ashes!

"Then, let's all stop playing."

"You! You are provoking the entire free world!"

A blond, blue-eyed foreign journalist couldn't help but jump out, pointing at Liu Ming in broken Chinese and loudly questioning, "Without our precision instruments and testing equipment, your factory will shut down tomorrow! You're pushing your country into an abyss!"

"provocative?"

Liu Ming looked at the reporter who was jumping up and down as if he were watching a clown jumping around.

"You're wrong." "This isn't provocation."

"This is called... a dimensional reduction attack."

He straightened up and snapped his fingers.

"Cut signal."

At his command, the huge electronic screen behind him, which had originally displayed the words "Press Conference," flashed instantly.

A document with a white background and black text, bearing a red header, appeared before the world.

That was neither a communiqué nor a letter of condemnation.

Instead, it was a top-secret document titled... **"List of Countermeasures Against Technology Exports of the Dragon Nation"**!

"From this moment forward."

Liu Ming's voice, like the cold wind of midwinter, swept through every nerve in the global financial and technological world.

"All countries and companies that participated in this blockade against us."

"It will be permanently added to our country's 'Unreliable Entities List'!"

"At the same time, my country will completely cease exporting the following three core materials to the aforementioned countries and enterprises."

Liu Ming held up three fingers, each word like a heavy hammer blow, slamming down on the industrial backbone that the West was so proud of!

"First item: Aerospace-grade high-purity superconducting rare earth materials."

"Second item: High-frequency pulse control valve based on the 'Dragon Abyss' underlying architecture." "Third item: ...

Liu Ming paused, the mocking smile on her lips reaching its peak.

"The third item: a special damping fluid for high-precision deep-sea mining and refining equipment."

boom--!!!

The moment the names of these three supplies were announced, the entire press conference hall fell into a deathly silence!

Those foreign journalists who were just shouting and those Western politicians who were sitting in front of the TV waiting to see the joke, all felt as if they had been gripped by an invisible hand!

His face was deathly pale! He had stopped breathing!

They knew all too well what those three things meant!

Superconducting rare earth elements are crucial for manufacturing fifth-generation fighter jets and precision-guided missiles! Without them, Western stealth fighters would be blind!

Pulse-controlled valves are the lifeblood of all high-end CNC machine tools! Without them, those machines that produce precision instruments would become nothing more than a pile of scrap metal!

That specialized damping fluid is an indispensable and miraculous material for deep-sea energy extraction worldwide. And currently, China controls 90% of the global production capacity of this material!

How can this be considered counter-sanctions?

This is clearly like directly cutting off the oxygen supply to the West's high-tech industries!

"Do you think you can hold us by the throat just because you have a few broken machines in your hands?"

Liu Ming looked at the foreign reporters, whose faces had turned ashen, and her voice was extremely cold.

"Now, I'll see."

Without our materials and underlying technology, your prized precision instruments...

"Can't you even make a single usable screw?!"

"Meeting adjourned!"

Liu Ming did not give anyone another chance to ask questions.

He turned and strode off the stage. His proud and domineering figure, chased by the flashing lights, resembled an invincible war god.

What the world will be left with is a nuclear-level statement capable of overturning the global industrial order.

This day is known as "Eastern Awakening Day".

A single list has shocked the world.