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The roar of fighter jets was already overhead.

Two J-35 fighter jets approached the aircraft at subsonic speeds for the final two kilometers.

Falcon 1 pressed down on the control stick, and the fighter jet tore a white vortex through the clouds.

The pilot peered out through the cockpit canopy, trying to spot the faint red dot on the radar with his naked eye.

next second.

He froze completely.

My eyelid twitched suddenly.

One hundred meters above the sea, a silver-gray humanoid metal body floats above the sea surface.

Streamlined shoulder armor.

V-shaped black face mask.

The lines of its limbs are perfectly aligned with the direction of human muscles, and the thrusters on its back are spewing out a dark blue tail flame.

The most dangerous thing is that there was someone else in the arms of that metal man.

A woman wearing a business suit, her hair disheveled by the sea breeze.

"Did you see Falcon 2?"

Falcon 1 spoke into the communications channel, its voice cracking loudly.

"I saw it."

The wingman swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Is that...a person? Or a machine?"

"I don't know. But the thing it's holding is definitely a living person."

Falcon One's fingers tapped rapidly on the control panel.

"I transmitted the live feed back to the command center."

CIC Command Room of Shenwu

The tactical screen flickered.

The real-time high-definition images transmitted by the J-35's onboard optoelectronic system instantly filled the entire screen.

The dozen or so senior generals in the command room all stopped what they were doing.

The hand holding the teacup was suspended in mid-air.

The hand holding the tactical pen froze on the table.

A silver-gray humanoid flying object hovered 100 meters above the sea.

He was holding a woman in his arms.

Under the sunlight, the metal casing gleamed with a cold, hard sheen.

The entire cabin was completely silent; not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

A full five seconds passed.

The chief of staff opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

Not a single word came out.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the commander-in-chief.

The commander-in-chief stared at the large screen, his eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged.

"Call it."

He gritted his teeth and spat out a sentence.

"Use the international emergency frequency. Let's see if they respond."

One hundred nautical miles away.

Suddenly, a call in Chinese came through the radio channel.

"Unidentified flying object, you have entered the airspace near the military control zone of Great Xia."

"Identify yourself immediately."

"Repeat—Identify yourself immediately."

"Otherwise, we will take coercive measures."

Li Yichen hung in mid-air, listening to the warning coming from inside the helmet.

The situation is obvious.

This channel is directly connected to the aircraft carrier's command center.

Every word he says will be recorded.

Ji Yanran clung tightly to his neck, her ten fingers digging into the metal gaps, her whole body trembling violently.

His chest heaved violently.

Li Yichen licked his dry lips and spoke.

A young man's steady voice came through the communication channel.

"This is Li Yichen, the founder of Future Technology Group."

"I am wearing my own self-developed personal flight armor."

"My colleague is in my arms; he was just rescued from a kidnapping at sea."

"I have no hostile intentions and am returning to Shanghai."

Inside the aircraft carrier's command center.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

The intelligence officer immediately started frantically typing on his terminal, pulling up the database.

"Report! We found it!"

"Future Technology, Li Yichen"

A photo pops up on the big screen, and facial contour comparison begins.

"The features in the photo match."

But the commander-in-chief's face remained taut.

"The information confirms that such a person exists."

He stared at the figure encased in a metal shell on the screen.

"But we cannot confirm that the person inside that suit of armor is him."

"What if this is a disguised foreign force?"

"Using the identity of a Great Xia entrepreneur as cover, they entered Great Xia airspace wearing unidentified equipment."

The commander-in-chief slammed his fist on the control panel.

"I can't take that risk!"

He turned to the communications officer.

"Tell him he either needs to provide convincing evidence."

"Or—in three minutes, we will treat it as a hostile target."

The chilling ultimatum traveled through the radio waves into the armor helmet.

Upon hearing the words "dealing with hostile targets," Ji Yanran's face turned deathly pale.

"Boss..."

"Don't panic."

Li Yichen's voice is very steady.

"Ling'er, dial Gu Shounian's number."

The phone rings and connects immediately.

"Brother Li?"

Gu Shounian was still smiling on the other end of the line.

"What's wrong? Are we short of materials again?"

"Brother Gu, there's no time for pleasantries."

Li Yichen spoke twice as fast as usual, and his enunciation was extremely heavy.

"Do you remember the last time you asked me what that mysterious flying object at sea was?"

"To tell you the truth—that's me."

"I built a flight suit using the materials you helped me with."

There was suddenly no response on the other end of the phone.

Li Yichen didn't stop, continuing to drop bombshell information.

"I have two J-35s locking onto me from behind."

"The aircraft carrier gave me three minutes."

"If you don't help me prove it, you'll have to say goodbye to your brother forever."

There was a full two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Clang.

It sounded like a teacup had fallen to the ground.

Then Gu Shounian's voice suddenly changed.

Gone are the casual jokes; only the decisiveness unique to soldiers remains.

"Don't move."

"Wait for my call."

Communication was cut off.

The next sixty seconds were the longest sixty seconds of Li Yichen's life.

Ji Yanran buried her face in the crook of his neck and didn't say a word.

But her heartbeat came through the sensor layer of her armor—it was fast.

The countdown timer is ticking on the HUD.

2: 47.

2: 32.

2: 15.

The two J-35s maintained a formation flight at a distance of 500 meters, with their weapon systems ready to be launched at any time.

The missile bay door under the fuselage was slightly ajar.

1: 58.

A new frequency band suddenly appeared in the communication channel.

They weren't on the aircraft carrier.

It is a higher level of encryption frequency—the military region's direct command link.

"Attention, Shenwu!"

"This is the Shanghai Military Region Operations Command Center."

"Target confirmed as friendly personnel. Immediately unlock and switch to escort mode."

"Repeat - Target is friendly, escort them back."

The CIC command center erupted in chaos.

The chief of staff's eyes widened, his knuckles cracking so hard he almost broke the pen on the table.

"Friendly side?"

He pointed to the big screen.

"That was someone flying in the sky wearing a metal shell! How did the military region confirm it?"

The commander-in-chief's expression was unpredictable.

But military orders are absolute.

He gritted his teeth and gave the order.

"Release weapon lock."

"Two J-35s have joined the escort formation."

Falcon 1 responded with a "Received" on the frequency.

Fire control radar is off.

The fighter jets turned around and took up a position on each side of Li Yichen.

Ji Yanran felt the metal body holding her relax slightly.

She looked up.

A smile finally appeared on Li Yichen's face behind the mask.

Beads of sweat still clung to his forehead.

"It's alright now."

He looked down at her.

"Brother Gu has stepped in."

"I... I almost thought we were going to die just now."

Ji Yanran's voice trembled.

"How is that possible?"

Li Yichen's tone returned to its usual carefree tone.

"With me here, nothing will happen to you."

Two J-35 fighter jets escorted the aircraft, one on the left and one on the right.

The armored vehicle flew steadily at a speed of one hundred yards in the middle.

This scene is utterly absurd.

A silver-gray steel humanoid figure, holding a woman in its arms.

Each side is protected by a state-of-the-art stealth carrier-based aircraft.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the three aircraft.

The pilot of Falcon One stared intently at the metal figure beside him through the cockpit canopy.

He kept repeating the same sentence to himself.

"Damn it...this world has gone mad."

An hour and a half later.

The sky above Tomson Riviera villas.

The two J-35s flapped their wings, took off, and flew away.

Li Yichen carried Ji Yanran as they slowly landed on the lawn in the backyard.

The nozzle went out.

Both feet landed on the ground.

"I'm home."

He let go.

Ji Yanran's legs went weak, and she stumbled backward, almost sitting on the grass.

Li Yichen grabbed her arm.

"Your legs are weak?"

"nonsense!"

Ji Yanran rolled her eyes at him, but her lips curved upwards.

The two had just stepped onto the steps of the villa's back door.

Ling'er's voice suddenly came from the watch, carrying an unusual seriousness.

"elder brother."

"Gu Shounian called."

"Connected."

"Three minutes ago, the high-ranking officers of the Shanghai Military Region had already set off."

Gu Shounian's words were exceptionally clear in the night breeze.

"We came straight to your house."

Li Yichen paused in his steps.

Ji Yanran also stopped and turned to look at him.

"Looks like tonight..."

Li Yichen pulled at his face.

"We need to have a meeting."