The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

The secret weapon?

The captain's face turned deathly pale.

This was originally a "side job," and I thought it would be a piece of cake, but I didn't expect to run into a brick wall.

They lost two entire fighter jets!

The truth can no longer be hidden.

"Notify Washington..."

"Furthermore, all carrier-based aircraft must cease takeoff! The formation must retreat ten nautical miles! No one is permitted to approach the target airspace even a fraction of an inch!"

After the captain finished speaking, he slumped into his chair.

His military career is probably completely over.

It could even lead to a military court-martial!

……

Late at night, the Pentagon's operations room was brightly lit, and senior Defense Department officials sat around a long table, their faces grim.

"Fuck! Who gave the Seventh Fleet the order to intercept?"

The Defense Minister slammed the document on the table, roaring, "This is not an official order from the Department of Defense! Who gave them permission to attack civilian flights without authorization?"

The people below looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

Only a small number of people knew that it was a few members of Congress on Capitol Hill, backed by established financial groups, who colluded with insiders in the Pacific Fleet to pull off this dirty trick.

I thought I was getting away with it, but I never expected to make such a huge mess.

We lost two entire fighter jets!

Even more frightening is that if China has indeed deployed some kind of secret weapon, then the air superiority that it has maintained in the Western Pacific for decades will be completely rewritten.

The minister took a deep breath, suppressing his anger: "Immediately order the Seventh Fleet to withdraw from that area and retreat entirely to the Second Island Chain! No further provocative actions are permitted!"

"You're just withdrawing like that?"

Some were unwilling to accept this: "If word gets out, how will we save face?"

"face?"

The minister sneered, "Now they've brought their entire naval force here, clearly intending to take us all down with them. If the Seventh Fleet is wiped out, who will take responsibility?"

No one answered.

The secret weapon was one aspect, but the deployment of all of China's elite naval forces also put them under considerable pressure.

This was already a bizarre interception, and now it's even less likely that the Seventh Fleet will be dragged into it for no apparent reason.

Seeing that no one objected further, the minister immediately ordered, "Withdraw first, and let the intelligence department investigate thoroughly to find out what that thing is!"

"If it really is just a coincidence, we will definitely get our revenge!"

……

A private estate owned by the United States.

Several business tycoons in suits sat around in the cigar room, their expressions increasingly grave.

"The Chinese Navy actually deployed its entire force to provide support? And they even lost two Lightning-35 fighters?"

"How did they get here so quickly? And is that so-called secret weapon real or fake?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the news!

The originally flawless plan has been falling apart ever since the hijacking in the passenger cabin failed, and now even the military's intervention has failed.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, they realized that they could easily get burned if they weren't careful.

"What's the panic?"

The elderly man at the head of the group tapped on the mahogany table and said in a steady tone, "First, clean up the mess. Blame the hijacking on foreign extremist organizations. As for the missile interception, say it was a misjudgment during a routine naval exercise."

"I don't think the Chinese government will make a big deal out of it."

The old man slowly exhaled a smoke ring: "At most, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will issue a few words of condemnation, it's just routine. At worst, we'll give up some benefits in the new energy sector, and that'll be the end of it."

Everyone nodded, their hearts finally at ease.

They've done this kind of thing more than once or twice.

In the end, it's just a war of words between the authorities, a few condemnations, and some small compensation, and that's it. It doesn't hurt those behind the scenes in the slightest.

"But... what about Ji Bai?"

Someone hesitated before speaking: "According to our psychological profile, this young man is extremely vengeful! We almost killed him this time; what if he holds a grudge and retaliates against us later..."

Before he could finish speaking, low laughter filled the room.

"revenge?"

The old man chuckled, picked up the whiskey and swirled it, the amber liquid splashing against the glass.

"He's just a kid. What good is a genius? An individual's power is nothing compared to the state apparatus and capital."

"He can't possibly rush over and bite us, can he?"

Some people joked, "Once things calm down, there are plenty of ways to wear him down slowly. He was lucky this time because the navy was there to help him, but he won't be so lucky next time."

"Hahahaha, you're right!"

Laughter echoed through the cigar smoke, and everyone looked relaxed.

In their view, as long as the official turmoil can be resolved, the matter will be completely over.

As for an eighteen-year-old boy?

Even if he is extremely intelligent and can develop room-temperature superconductivity, without power, capital, or an army, he cannot make any waves!

In their presence, an individual's power is too insignificant, so insignificant that it's not worth them spending even a second worrying about it.

……

Xingda Airport in Beijing.

The usually busy track was now completely empty.

Red and blue police lights lined up along the runway, and police officers were stationed every three or five steps, completely surrounding the entire track.

Three negative pressure ambulances were parked next to the designated positions, with medical personnel fully equipped and ready to respond at any time. Two heavy fire trucks had their engines idling and water cannons raised high, ready to deal with any emergency.

Civil aviation, security, medical care, fire protection... all support systems were activated at the highest level of emergency response, with a scale comparable to the highest-level state reception.

Even the helicopters were in place. Two medical rescue helicopters painted with red crosses were parked at the hangar entrance. The rotors were not spinning, but the pilots were sitting in the cockpit, ready to start the engine and take off at any time.

Every thirty seconds, a status confirmation message would ring out from each support unit, delivered in a concise and to-the-point tone without any unnecessary words.

Nobody knows why, and nobody asks.

Everyone remained silently at their posts, clutching their walkie-talkies and staring at the sky shrouded in a thin mist at the end of the runway.

The command center on the top floor, which usually only has a few seats for dispatchers, was now completely full.

On the large screen, a string of green dots is moving slowly.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the brightest signal dot in the center of the screen.

Its altitude is slowly decreasing, its speed is slowly decreasing, and its heading is pointing straight towards the extension of the runway centerline.

But no one dared to relax.

Because everyone knows that flying a plane is one thing, landing it is another.

The final stage of a commercial airliner's landing is one of the riskiest parts of the entire flight.

Any deviation in variables such as altitude, speed, attitude, flap angle, landing gear condition, crosswind component, and runway surface condition could lead to catastrophic consequences.

Needless to say, the pilot of this plane was not a professional commercial airline captain, but an eighteen-year-old boy who had just learned to fly over the Pacific Ocean.

His ability to cruise smoothly does not mean he can land safely.

Even if he lands safely, there are still more than a hundred passengers behind him. Each of them has experienced hijacking, bomb disposal, and missile interception, and has been under high tension for more than ten hours. Any slight turbulence upon landing could trigger panic.

"Attention! Target flight is entering the approach path!"

"Altitude 2,000, speed 230 knots, landing gear deployed, flaps at 30 degrees, approach attitude stable."

"The runway has been completely cleared and all emergency support measures are in place."

"Crosswind of 5 knots, runway surface dry, visibility over 3,000 meters. Landing conditions are good."

"receive."

Just then, the door to the command center was pushed open, and several people filed in.

Leading the way was an elderly man with gray hair, wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, followed by several middle-aged men with equally solemn expressions.

Just as the tower manager was about to stand up and salute, the old man waved his hand, walked straight to the large screen, stood with his hands behind his back, stared up at the green dot of light that was slowly descending, and said nothing.

The roar was getting closer.

The sound rolled in from the eastern sky, growing louder and deeper, causing the tempered glass of the control tower to tremble slightly.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

"I see it!"