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Li Yichen withdrew his hand, turned around, and stepped into the passage.

Liu Guoliang's calves cramped, his legs felt heavy, he swallowed hard, and reached out to grab the alloy handrail next to him.

"What are you dawdling for?" Xiao Jingshan grabbed Liu Guoliang by the back of his collar and dragged him inside. "I've never seen you act like such a coward, not even on the battlefield."

"Old Commander, this is a 120,000-ton iron lump flying in the sky!" Liu Guoliang staggered two steps, clinging tightly to the edge of the hatch. "If it falls, we won't even be left with ashes!"

He Zhenchuan walked at the back. His eyes scanned the dense array of superconducting cables on both sides of the passage, and he even held his breath, afraid of damaging any parts.

"Old Liu, be more mature." He Zhenchuan said with his hands behind his back and his steps were very steady. "This is the legendary space carrier. Even if we crash and die here today, it will be worth the price of admission."

"Fall to your death? Dream on." Li Yichen didn't even turn his head. "This ship uses superconducting tungsten-gold fusion alloy armor, with a layer of vibranium on the outermost layer. Even if it crashes straight to the ground, at most it will create a crater, and the hull won't even have a scratch."

The four of them took the direct elevator, and as soon as the door opened, a minimalist sci-fi style greeted them.

There are no densely packed dials, and no complicated control levers.

In the center of the bridge, a ten-meter square, dark blue holographic command console floats in mid-air.

Li Yichen walked to the front of the command platform, put his hands in his pockets, and gestured with his chin toward the empty deck beside him.

"Gentlemen, just find anywhere to hold on to. Our vehicle has a stable chassis, so there's no need to wear seatbelts."

Liu Guoliang looked around and found a thick metal pillar, which he hugged tightly.

Xiao Jingshan and He Zhenchuan exchanged a glance, then each walked to either side of the holographic command console and placed their hands on the surface.

"There's not even a joystick. You're going to control the boat with your mind?" Xiao Jingshan tapped the smooth tabletop.

Li Yichen pointed to his head: "Pretty much. Ling'er is in full control of the underlying logic, and I'm only responsible for issuing tactical orders. If we really had to operate it manually, this screen full of data streams would burn the brains of an ace pilot."

Li Yichen raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air.

"Ling'er, take off."

"Got it, bro!"

On the holographic command platform, twelve icons representing cold fusion reactors lit up with green light in sequence.

The anti-gravity engine is operating at full power.

The 120,000-ton steel behemoth detached from its load-bearing base.

On the control panel in the corner of the bridge, there was a half-empty glass of water that Li Yichen had just drunk.

The water surface was as smooth as a mirror.

Not even a ripple appeared.

He Zhenchuan leaned against the large porthole, watching the base buildings outside shrink rapidly.

He turned to look at Li Yichen, his voice rising: "Not even a hint of acceleration? Where's the engine noise? This defies all the logic of physics!"

Li Yichen turned his head to look at him.

"Sir, Newton's domain is below the stratosphere. We're out of bounds now."

Xiao Jingshan leaned closer to the porthole and looked down.

The skyscrapers of Shanghai have shrunk to the size of matchboxes, and the Huangpu River has become a thin line.

"How high can this limit be?" Xiao Jingshan asked.

"There's no limit to its potential." Li Yichen typed on the holographic keyboard. "As long as the energy supply is continuous, getting to Mars is just a matter of time."

Liu Guoliang loosened his grip on the pillar, leaned closer, and stared at the altimeter on the holographic screen.

The numbers were jumping wildly.

10,000 meters.

20,000 meters.

Fifty thousand meters.

"That's not right." Liu Guoliang stamped his foot. "We're in the stratosphere now, how come we don't feel any weightlessness at all? I'm not even out of breath."

"The ship is equipped with an independent gravity simulation system and an ecological circulation system." Li Yichen pulled over a hover chair and sat down. "Not to mention the stratosphere, even if we sail into the edge of the solar system, the bridge will have a constant temperature of 24 degrees Celsius and a gravity of one to one."

The outer armor of the mothership rippled in concentric rings.

Full-band stealth enabled.

This colossal vessel transformed into a ghostly sword, piercing through the thick clouds and plunging into the stratosphere.

A vast sea of ​​stars unfolds outside the porthole.

The azure arc of the blue star stretches out beneath our feet.

Xiao Jingshan gripped the edge of the porthole with both hands and rubbed his sore eyes.

He served in the military his whole life, and he dreamed that the Great Xia Dynasty would one day be able to send the national treasure to the heavens.

"It's so beautiful," He Zhenchuan murmured. "From this angle, all the territory and resources we've fought over are insignificant."

"So we need to take a long-term view." Li Yichen leaned against the command platform. "There is a vaster world of stars and seas outside, but at the same time there are more deadly threats."

Ling'er's holographic projection jumped to the center of the command platform.

The little girl put her hands on her hips and pointed angrily at the holographic star map above her head.

"Dude! We caught a peeping tom!"

Zooming in on the star chart, a satellite with solar panels is gliding along its orbit.

"The US's latest Keyhole-12 spy satellite," Ling'er reported the data, "is changing orbit right above our airspace, most likely doing surveillance. But their lousy radar can't even smell our exhaust fumes."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingshan's anger flared up immediately.

"These bastards!" He slapped his thigh. "They're always shitting on our heads! Yichen, release a Xuan Bird out and knock it down! When the Ministry of Foreign Affairs holds a press conference, they'll say it was a traffic accident caused by space debris!"

Liu Guoliang nodded repeatedly beside him: "Right! Let's teach them a lesson. These guys have been quiet in the East China Sea lately, so they've come up to the sky to disgust people."

He Zhenchuan frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons: "Shooting down a satellite could easily trigger a diplomatic incident, and the United States will definitely use it as an excuse. We don't need to create unnecessary trouble."

"What nonsense!" Xiao Jingshan glared. "Who can prove it was us? We're fully stealthy across all frequencies!"

Li Yichen chuckled.

"Hit them? That would be giving them too much credit."

He tapped his finger twice on the holographic panel.

"Since we've brought all these leaders out for a drive, we should at least set off some fireworks to make it sound nice."

He looked up at the star map.

"Main gun not charging, switch to secondary guns. High-energy laser array preheating. Give it a laser hair removal treatment."

At the bow, a close-in weapon system (CIWS) array silently rotated, locking onto its target.

Sound does not travel through air in space.

A single, deadly blue beam of light instantly traversed hundreds of kilometers, striking the billion-dollar spy satellite.

There was no explosion.

There was no fire.

The ultra-high temperature laser vaporized the entire satellite into a cloud of metallic vapor within a microsecond.

Not even a scrap was left.

Across the ocean.

America, the Pentagon's underground command center.

The agent in charge of monitoring the airspace of Great Xia held a coffee cup and stared at the optical imaging image on the screen.

A screen flashed with static.

Then, the screen went completely black.

The agent's hand trembled, and hot coffee spilled onto half of his trouser leg.

Ignoring the heat, he furiously typed on the keyboard.

"What the f**k? The signal's down?"

The supervisor next to him rushed over, shoved the agent aside, and pulled up cross-comparison data from other orbital satellites.

A few minutes later, the supervisor turned pale, and sweat dripped down his chin.

"Sir... Keyhole-12 has disappeared."

"Disappeared? Deviated from its course?"

"Physically, it disappeared. The attack originated from the stratosphere, where... there's nothing but clouds."

The supervisor retrieved the last transmitted infrared thermal imaging data.

There was only a blinding white light on the screen.

"The temperature exceeded 100,000 degrees Celsius within a microsecond." The supervisor's voice trembled. "This is something conventional missiles cannot achieve. Could the attack just now have come from Great Xia? Has Great Xia mastered space-based directed energy weapons?"

This destructive force that appeared out of nowhere plunged the entire command center into panic.

The supervisor reluctantly picked up the secure red phone and dialed the Black Palace.

The Oval Office in the Black Palace.

After listening to the report, Te Kao Pu overturned the solid wood desk in front of him.

Documents, pens, and coffee cups were scattered all over the floor.

He pointed at his supervisor on the other end of the phone and started swearing.

"One billion dollars! You're telling me it just vanished into thin air? The attack is suspected to have originated from Great Xia? Great Xia might be hiding some monster in the stratosphere? You bunch of idiots!"

After he finished cursing, he slumped back into his chair, panting heavily.

With the election approaching, his approval rating has plummeted.

The East China Sea Fleet has withdrawn, Manhattan has been demolished by mechs, and now even spy satellites in the sky are being used as fly swatters.

Conventional weapons are completely ineffective.

They couldn't even find out where the enemy was.

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a desperate madness.

He grabbed another encrypted dedicated line on the table and dialed Area 51 directly.

"Smith! I don't care what methods you use, or how many people die! Get that Yellow Giant cloning project on track! Now!"

Smith's hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. President, clones are extremely unstable. The success rate of implanting the brain nerve bomb is less than ten percent. If we force them to mature, we might create an uncontrollable army of monsters. Yesterday, Subject Three tore two researchers apart, leaving not even bone fragments."

"I don't care!" the reliable guy roared. "The Great Xia's sword is already at my throat! Give me an army! An invincible army! Even if they are man-eating demons, as long as they can tear the Great Xia's mechs apart, I will send them to the battlefield!"

Inside the bridge.

Li Yichen clapped his hands twice as he watched the dissipating metallic vapor on the holographic screen.

"Alright, space debris cleanup is complete. The air is much fresher now."

He Zhenchuan, Xiao Jingshan, and Liu Guoliang looked at each other in bewilderment.

A few seconds later, a burst of hearty laughter erupted from the bridge.

Xiao Jingshan laughed until tears streamed down his face, and punched Liu Guoliang's shoulder hard.

"That feels so good! That's fucking satisfying! I've been holding in this pent-up frustration for decades, and today I've let it all out!"

He Zhenchuan laughed along, pointing at Li Yichen: "You little rascal, you're ruthless. A billion-dollar satellite, gone just like that. Trump's probably smashing tables in the Black House right now."

"Smashing the table is the least of his worries," Li Yichen said, leaning against the command platform and fiddling with the holographic interface. "Once I've built the base on the moon, he won't even have the right to smash the table." The three men were filled with curiosity upon hearing this. Liu Guoliang looked at Li Yichen and asked, "Yichen! What exactly are you doing on the moon? It's so mysterious!" Li Yichen smiled and said, "Brother Liu, you should know this, I'm mining up there!" The others looked incredulous at Li Yichen's words, but since he didn't want to talk about it, they didn't press him further.

The main communication channel on the bridge was forcibly intercepted.

"drop--"

A holographic projection flashed.

Liu Ruyan's face appeared on the screen.

She had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was messy, and her eyes revealed an uncontrollable excitement.

She shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the wide bridge.

"President Li! The cold fusion array on the Xuanwu is fully loaded!"

She waved the electronic blueprints in her hand vigorously.

"Your interstellar dump truck is ready to depart at any time!"