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Washington, D.C., the Quadrilateral Command Center.

The image on the screen froze on the ruins of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan. The huge, gaping hole in the chest of the Yellow Giant was still emitting blue smoke, and the massive headless corpse lay in the rubble, the fluorescent yellow slime oozing out burning potholes into the asphalt.

Te Kao Pu stared intently at the five-meter-tall black mecha on the screen. The back of his bespoke shirt was completely soaked, the fabric clinging tightly to his back. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he didn't dare wipe it away.

The ultimate biological weapon he created, costing tens of billions of dollars and sacrificing half of Area 51, was killed like a dog in front of this mech.

Fear fermented in his chest, quickly transforming into hysterical madness.

Te Kaopu grabbed the red secure phone on the table, his fingernails turning an unnatural bluish-white from pressing the keys too hard.

"Take it!" The reliable guy roared into the plastic receiver, spitting all over the table. "At all costs! Keep that mech in New York!"

All I could hear on the other end of the phone was heavy breathing.

"Are you deaf, Mike!" The reliable guy yanked on his tie, pulling it askew. "That's alien technology! That's something that can rewrite global hegemony! Even if we have to bring out the smallest tactical nuclear weapon, we have to bring it down!"

The outskirts of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

Frontline commander Mike gripped the communicator, looking as if he'd been soaked in ice water.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the wreckage of several burning M1A2 tanks, and looking at the steel behemoth that resembled a demon god two hundred meters away.

The heavy armor on the mecha's chest had just closed when the woman from Great Xia was taken into the cockpit.

Go catch it?

Mike had a million swear words lining up to pop out of his head.

The Yellow Giant can toss tanks weighing tens of tons like toys, and this mech just used him as a punching bag, its high-frequency laser blade slicing through that monster's neck more smoothly than cutting butter. Now, is he supposed to lead the remaining remnants to capture it?

Armor-piercing rounds don't even leave a white mark on someone's body, and you're going to arrest them? You're going to deliver takeout!

"Mr. President," Mack's throat was parched and his voice was trembling, "our heavy firepower is exhausted, the Third Armored Company has been wiped out, and the entire Apache squadron has crashed..."

"Then use sheer numbers! Fill the gaps with lives!" The reliable guy roared in the channel. "Don't we still have several thousand National Guard troops? Bombard them with anti-tank missiles!"

Mike shoved the communicator away and yelled back into the microphone, "Mr. President, this is downtown New York City! You want to drop a nuclear bomb on Wall Street? Even if you dare, that mech landed at over Mach 10; the nuclear bomb wouldn't even touch its exhaust! I'm here to be a soldier, not cannon fodder!"

Inside the cockpit of Titan-01.

Xiao Yuqing huddled in the passenger seat, wrapped in a blanket handed to her by Li Yichen, her eyes red and still shaken.

Ling'er's holographic projection popped up on the main control panel, and the little girl covered her stomach and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Brother, listen to this." Ling'er played the intercepted US military communications audio directly to the outside.

The reliable guy's hysterical shouts and Mike's defiant cries echoed in the spacious cockpit.

"That old bastard TeKaoPu is getting desperate, he's forcing his men to their deaths." Ling'er spread her hands, blue data streams flashing in her eyes. "Should we also wipe out those soldiers on the outer perimeter? The electromagnetic pulse cannon isn't fully charged yet."

Li Yichen leaned back in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the control lever.

"Why are you arguing with them? They're just a bunch of lackeys." He pushed the lever. "But we need to teach them some manners before we leave."

The ruins of Fifth Avenue.

Mike was still arguing with the president on the other end of the communicator, trying to save his own life and that of his men.

A sickening metallic scraping sound came from ahead.

The Titan mech moved.

The massive body slowly turned, and the five-meter-tall mechanical head lowered slightly.

Two crimson electronic eye beams pierced through the smoke, spanning a distance of two hundred meters, and struck the command tower of the armored vehicle where Mike was located.

The red light refracted onto the bulletproof glass, creating a dazzling halo.

Mike's voice was stuck in his throat.

His legs buckled, and his knees slammed heavily against the armored vehicle's steel plates. The military walkie-talkie slipped from his hand, smashing onto the tracks and shattering into pieces.

A warm liquid flowed down his inner thigh, soaking his camouflage pants.

He peed.

It wasn't just him.

The thousands of soldiers who were on high alert around them made the same move in unison the moment they came into contact with the two red lights.

Clang.

pat.

M4 carbines, light machine guns, and anti-tank rocket launchers were all left on the gravel-strewn street. Everyone held their hands high, barely daring to breathe, for fear that any unnecessary movement would cause the mech to misunderstand.

A short, cold laugh came from the Titan armor's external speaker.

"You guys know what's good for you."

The synthesized electronic sound exploded in the Manhattan sky, causing the remaining glass around it to fall down with a clatter.

The next second, the cold nuclear fusion thrusters on the back of the mech went into full power.

The dark blue tail flames instantly expanded to tens of meters long, and the terrifyingly high temperature directly burned the asphalt road surface underfoot into a glassy state.

The air was forcefully pushed aside, and a ring of white sonic boom clouds exploded in the low sky.

The Titan mech rose from the ground, transforming into a black lightning bolt that shot straight into the sky. In less than two seconds, it completely disappeared into the depths of the thick clouds, leaving only a long-lasting white trail.

The streets of Manhattan were deathly silent.

The soldiers on site only snapped out of their daze when the mech's radar signal completely disappeared.

Large numbers of soldiers collapsed to the ground, some gasping for breath, others clutching their heads and weeping.

Mike knelt on the urine-soaked steel plate, looked at the sky, and let out a long breath.

"Fuck the presidential order," he muttered. "It's good to be alive."

The battlefield fell silent, but the global internet exploded at that moment.

Ordinary people hiding in office buildings along Fifth Avenue recorded the entire incident on their phones. Hundreds and thousands of videos from different angles spread like wildfire across major social media platforms.

ten minutes.

Twitter's servers crashed three times. YouTube's view counter froze completely. The top ten trending topics on Weibo were all dominated by "The New York Duo vs. the Magic."

The comments section refreshes so fast that it's impossible to see them with the naked eye.

"Can anyone tell me what that is? Is that yellow-skinned monster a result of a biohazard outbreak?"

"Bullshit! It's definitely a biological weapons leak by the American military! Didn't you see they even used tactical missiles!"

"Forget about that yellow rat! Are you blind? Didn't you see that black mech?"

In the video, the Titan mech kicked the Yellow Giant away and the high-frequency laser blade severed its head with a single blow. These scenes were captured frame by frame and enlarged by netizens to create GIFs that circulated all over the internet.

"This is absolutely not something humans could create! The fluidity of its movements, the hardness of its armor—is this some kind of Cybertronian savior?"

"Transformers are real! Decepticons have arrived in New York!"

"I can vouch for that mech; it was definitely alien. I was in Starbucks on Fifth Avenue when it landed, and the shockwave blew my coffee all the way across the street."

"Hey upstairs, you still have the mind to drink coffee? I've already changed my pants three times!"

"Look at the part where the mechs are rescuing people! The cockpit opens, and there's someone inside! It's a human piloting it!"

This discovery has driven internet users around the world even more crazy.

"Which country made this? Bactria? Russia? Or was it a staged event by the United States?"

"The US staged this whole thing for nothing. Didn't you see how scared those soldiers were when the mechs left? Thousands of them throwing down their guns—that scene is enough to make me laugh for a year."

"What material are those mechs' blades made of? A flash of blue light, and they're smoother than butter. This technology is at least five hundred years ahead of Earth."

"Didn't you hear what the mech said when it left? 'You're smart to be sensible.' That's pure Great Xia language!"

"Holy crap, the Great Xia language? Could this thing have been created by the Great Xia? Did the Great Xia secretly evolve it behind our backs?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Great Xia can't even build a high-end lithography machine, how could they possibly build this kind of interstellar mech! Aliens must have learned the language of Great Xia!"

"So aliens are taking the Chinese Proficiency Test Level 4 and 6? Your logic is absolutely amazing."

The entire planet Earth was plunged into a bizarre atmosphere of extreme panic and fanaticism.

For any country's leadership, such a giant mech, capable of ignoring heavily armored formations, single-handedly penetrating the atmosphere, and slaughtering bio-monsters like dogs, is a Damocles' sword hanging over their heads.

Whoever controls this mech will possess the absolute power to reshape the global landscape.

Inside the cockpit of Titan-01.

Ling'er pulled up the real-time data streams from various platforms and brought the holographic screen in front of Li Yichen.

"Brother, you're famous! Billions of people around the world are looking for you." Ling'er read out the comments one by one. "Some people even said you're an international student sent from Cybertron."

Li Yichen piloted the mecha, which had already broken through the atmosphere and entered near-Earth orbit.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Yuqing stared at the virtual projection showing the dark universe outside and the massive blue planet below, forgetting even to breathe. She had never dreamed in her life that she would one day be flying into space in a mecha.

"Let them guess." Li Yichen set the automatic navigation route, glanced at the blue star beneath his feet, and said, "Once the Xuanwu is built, the Spirit Star is emptied, and the Star Destroyer is placed on the moon, they will know what a real surprise is."