Spirit cultivation and immortality, how do you control an aircraft carrier?

"Good, good!" Bai Hao felt like he had found his pillar of support when he saw these words.

The situation before him was indeed beyond his comprehension and involvement, so finding someone he could trust and who was capable enough at this time was a great relief.

But soon, an indescribable excitement surged wildly upwards from the soles of my feet!

This supernatural phenomenon, which is even related to the safety of the nation, actually originated from him!

Even if you know that this is most likely because of his father's identity.

But how many people in the world can actually participate in such events?

"I hope the history books won't record anything about me, and it wouldn't be unreasonable for the family genealogy to have its own page."

Bai Hao's hands were still trembling, but just now it was fear, but now it was a huge sense of participation, an epic feeling!

This is supernatural power, happening right before our eyes, a living, breathing, incredibly real supernatural power!

"Oh no!" Bai Hao suddenly lowered his voice and said in a flustered tone, "There are surveillance cameras in this office. I hope they didn't catch anything just now."

"Contact your superiors as soon as possible. They will handle everything. Just do it as quickly as possible!" Shen Huang typed directly.

These are all minor matters.

Establish contact as soon as possible, get what he wants, and ensure his safety—that's the most important thing!

Shen Huang had considered flying directly to a high-ranking official in the city, but such a person was not easy to find. Moreover, from the perspective of trust alone, Shen Huang trusted people in the military more. The environment in local officialdom was more complex, with more temptations, and the rules and regulations were far less standardized compared to the military.

At that moment, Bai Hao acted swiftly, even taking out a spare phone, and went to an empty conference room.

I closed the door and called my father.

Bai Hao's father did not work in a classified unit, and even his address was known; he could be found quickly with just a transfer.

However, once the call is connected, the real challenge lies in how to communicate effectively.

With a slightly trembling voice, Bai Hao spoke at length, taking quite a while to explain what had happened to him.

Finally, he emphasized, "I am not joking, nor have I been drinking or hallucinating. Although I can hardly believe it, it all really happened before my eyes. Shen Huang... a snack bag claiming to be Shen Huang is now flying in front of me, typing and communicating on my backup phone."

Yes, Bai Hao was staring intently at the snack bag controlled by Shen Huang.

He also checked the snack bag.

There was no technological product involved; it had even been torn to shreds, leaving only a small piece under Shen Huang's control.

Silence fell on the other end of the phone.

Bai Hao's father, Bai Song, a colonel, knew his son well; he knew his son wasn't the type to make jokes like that.

However, everything the other party said was simply unbelievable.

A jade merchant who had been missing for three days suddenly found himself controlling a snack bag to type on his son's phone and communicate with him.

What is that? A ghost?

Bai Song is a staunch materialist. Although he accepts that there are some things in this world that cannot be explained for the time being, he never believes in the existence of a clear and distinct supernatural force.

However, if national security is truly threatened, then even the slightest risk cannot be tolerated.

Bai Song was indeed somewhat hesitant.

At this moment, Shen Huang used his backup phone to have Bai Hao send a message.

"I'm moving very fast right now. Have your father go to the unit gate, and I'll go find him." Shen Huang knew where the other party's military training base was located.

Over the years, he has traveled to many remote and inaccessible areas, visiting numerous places.

Bai Hao immediately relayed the information truthfully.

This led Bai Song to make a decision.

"Okay, I'll go to the military district gate right away! But I can only wait for an hour, you can ask if that's enough."

No matter what it is, even if it's just a malicious joke, it's only a waste of an hour.

"That's enough." Shen Huang left those words behind. "Tell your father to remember to bring a touchscreen-compatible material, and make it as lightweight as possible."

"Okay, okay!" Bai Hao nodded vigorously.

Then, you could see that small piece of the snack bag float lightly to the ground.

He shouted a few more times, and then the backup phone screen went silent. He fell silent, but his whole mood was one of bewilderment and excitement, as if he were in a dream.

It took me a while to realize what was happening.

Go and monitor the monitoring room, and retrieve all the office surveillance footage!

At that moment, Shen Huang was speeding along.

The distance wasn't far, nor was it very close, a few hundred kilometers, but his speed kept increasing, even quickly exceeding the speed of sound, without ever touching anything called the sound barrier.

After all, at this moment, strictly speaking, he was just a mass of consciousness.

Soon, Shen Huang saw the white pine tree at the destination.

The senior colonel of the military region was holding his mobile phone and standing seriously next to the gate, with soldiers on guard not far away.

Judging from his expression, he clearly didn't quite believe what his son was saying.

After all, this kind of thing sounds rather absurd.

Even thinking about it in one's mind.

"Have I been neglecting Xiao Hao lately? Maybe I should call him back later. Or perhaps he's been tricked by some new kind of magic trick..."

The next moment, the plastic piece that Bai Song had placed on the phone suddenly flew up.

And quickly took control of it.

He opened the notepad, and the plastic keypad displayed: "I am Shen Huang, Colonel Bai, and I have arrived at your side."

"..."

Bai Song stared intently at his phone, especially at the plastic piece that was hovering precisely above it.

He personally found and cut out this plastic sheet!

It absolutely cannot be any kind of prop!

Even his phone is a custom-made one; if it were hacked or controlled, that would be a major incident!

Most importantly, when he pressed the button on the plastic sheet, he clearly felt a certain force in the palm of his hand holding the phone!

Bai Song slightly raised his head, surveyed his surroundings, and found no one there, nor was anyone further away.

Although this is not a classified unit, it is still a military unit, and if someone were to secretly hide nearby, it would be impossible for them not to be discovered.

Moreover, is there really any technology that can achieve this level of performance?

So, the fact that my son wasn't scammed—is this really some kind of clear and specific supernatural event?!

After a long pause, Bai Song lowered his voice slightly and said in a hoarse tone, "Mr. Shen, what's happening right now is indeed beyond my comprehension. If it really is something that endangers national security, then it's not something I can decide alone. If you agree, may I notify higher-level leaders?"

That's right, report it, it must be reported!

The mere appearance of supernatural phenomena is not something he can decide on his own.