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"At all costs! Even if it means using tactical nuclear weapons! Raze that underground base to the ground! Don't let a single Yellow Giant escape!"

After yelling the whole thing in one breath, he slammed the red microphone hard against the landline. A noticeable crack appeared in the plastic casing, and shards flew to the edge of the desk.

The defense minister on the other end of the phone didn't dare to say a single unnecessary word and hung up immediately to mobilize troops.

Half a month has passed.

This order, which demanded no price, not only failed to level Area 51, but instead turned the entire Nevada desert into a giant meat grinder.

The heart of the Nevada desert.

Four F-22 Raptor fighter jets tore through the clouds, leaving two white contrails. The pilots' thumbs were on the fire control buttons on the sticks, preparing to carpet bomb the coordinates below.

On the ground, behind several abandoned sand dune bunkers.

Three five-meter-tall yellow giants squatted on the ground. They didn't roar, nor did they smash things like wild beasts. Their thick fingers were deftly manipulating several cylindrical devices pieced together from scrap metal, superconducting coils, and reactor remains.

The leading yellow giant slapped the top of the cylinder.

The invisible frequency pulses swept into the high sky in a fan shape.

Inside the F-22's cockpit, the main control screens all went black, and the instrument panels emitted blinding sparks. Engine thrust instantly dropped to zero, and the entire hydraulic system locked down.

The pilots didn't even get a chance to pull the ejection pins before the two out-of-control fighter jets collided head-on in mid-air. A fireball exploded, and wreckage trailing black smoke crashed into the desert. The other two crashed directly into the dunes, creating two huge craters.

Five kilometers from the crash site.

The positions of the US Army's 3rd Armored Division were being ground down behind the sand dunes.

The company commander lay prone in the sandpit, his face covered in blood, his hands tightly covering his ears. Five hundred meters ahead, dozens of yellow giants advanced, treading on the yellow sand.

What they were holding were not conventional weapons from Earth. They were giant laser guns crudely modified from the high-energy particle accelerator pipelines in the underground laboratory of Area 51.

"Fire! Armor-piercing shells volley! Don't let them get close!" the company commander yelled, his voice barely audible amidst the gunfire.

The guns of more than a dozen M1A2 main battle tanks spewed flames.

The cannonball whistled as it hurtled toward the Yellow Giant.

Just as it was about to hit, a pale blue hexagonal energy shield rippled out from the air two meters in front of the yellow giant. The armor-piercing bullet struck the shield, exploding into plumes of black smoke without even a ripple, and shrapnel scattered all over the ground.

The leading yellow giant raised the giant laser gun in his hand.

A beam of dark blue light swept across.

The main battle tank, weighing over 60 tons, along with its crew, was neatly cut in half.

The intense heat at the cut melted the metal into molten iron, which dripped down the armor. The ammunition depot exploded, sending the turret flying more than ten meters into the air before crashing heavily onto the troop carrier behind it.

Even more outrageous scenes were yet to come.

A dozen or so yellow giants, riding on a metal skateboard powered by some unknown engine, flew at high speed, skimming the ground at a height of two meters. They charged directly into the rear of the American army's positions, braving the anti-aircraft gunfire.

This is not a war at all; it is a one-sided massacre.

Two thousand alien thugs, possessing advanced tactical skills, invulnerable bodies, and wielding energy weapons, launched a devastating attack on the conventional army of the United States.

Washington, Black House.

The oval office was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Te Kaopu slumped in the large leather seat, a bottle of nitroglycerin pills clutched in his hand. He poured out a few pills, stuffed them into his mouth, and swallowed them dry without even drinking water.

The defense minister stood in front of his desk, holding a thick stack of battle damage reports, his voice trembling as he read them aloud.

"In half a month, 13,000 people were killed on the front lines. Twenty-four F-22s and sixty-seven F-35s were lost. More than one hundred Apache attack helicopters were lost."

The defense minister turned a page, cold sweat dripping down his forehead and nose. "Of the three major generals commanding the front lines, two committed suicide, and one went insane and was sent to a mental hospital. The Third Armored Division... was wiped out."

Te Kao Pu clutched his chest, panting heavily, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Tell me, what exactly is the reason for this?" The reliable guy grabbed a coffee cup from the table and smashed it at the Defense Minister. "Two thousand muscle monsters, flying through the air with energy shields and gliders? Have you ever seen any lab with mutant experts who could concoct such high-tech weapons?!"

The coffee cup smashed near the defense chief's feet, shards of porcelain scattering all over the floor.

The defense minister took a half step back, dodging the splashed coffee stains: "Mr. President, Dr. Smith said in his last video message that they had awakened higher-dimensional intelligence."

Using equipment and materials underground in Area 51, they manufactured these weapons in an extremely short time. Our conventional firepower simply cannot penetrate that blue shield.

"Where are the nuclear weapons?!" The reliable guy slammed his fist on the table, his face flushed red. "I told you to use tactical nuclear weapons two weeks ago! Why didn't you just blow them up?!"

"We can't launch." The defense minister swallowed hard, his throat dry. "The main control computer in Area 51 has been taken over by them. The Yellow Giants have hacked into the networks of several nuclear missile silos in Nevada and locked launch permissions. We can't even use the guidance system now; a forced launch would only result in an explosion on our own base."

Te Kao Pu's legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

Looking at the pile of exorbitant battle damage reports submitted daily on his desk, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and swallowed two quick-acting heart pills.

While the US leadership is shrouded in gloom, the global internet is in an uproar.

Twitter and YouTube servers crashed three times in one day. The top ten trending topics on Weibo were all dominated by this farce in the United States.

Netizens were unaware of the truth behind the extraterrestrial consciousness awakening; everyone assumed it was a botched biochemical experiment by the United States.

Memes and jokes are flying everywhere, and the topic is trending.

The most liked picture on Twitter is of Teyvat wearing a Superman bodysuit, holding a tattered cardboard shield, with a group of yellow giants wearing sunglasses and riding flying skateboards standing opposite him.

The caption reads: "A super reliable doomsday carnival: How to crush the world's number one superpower with two thousand muscle men."

On YouTube, blurry footage captured at great personal risk by several war correspondents is being widely shared.

The video showed the giant yellow man slicing through a tank with a single shot, which was then made into a GIF. The comments section below was filled with mockery.

"The American version of Resident Evil! These special effects would make Hollywood directors ashamed."

"General MacArthur said that if God asked him to fight the Yellow Giant, he would tie God to the barrel of a tank and launch him."

"I heard that the Quadrant sent Marvel a cease and desist letter overnight, accusing them of leaking the script to mutants."

The internet here in Daxia is even more lively.

Future Technology Group, 60th floor office.

Li Yichen leaned back in his leather boss's chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of Da Hong Pao tea. A holographic screen floated above his desk, the left side displaying live combat updates from the Nevada desert, while the right side scrolled through comments from netizens on various social media platforms.

Ji Yanran pushed open the door and walked in, placing a report on the table.

"Boss, you haven't even been to the lab these past few days. You've been sitting here watching America make a fool of itself?" Ji Yanran pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at the scene of the yellow giant cutting down tanks on the holographic screen.

"Work and rest should be balanced." Li Yichen blew on the floating tea leaves in his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Teresa spent hundreds of billions of dollars to put on such a big show for the whole world. It would be disrespectful of me not to watch."

Ji Yanran frowned as she looked at the monsters on the screen flying around on skateboards.

"What's going on with these monsters?" Ji Yanran pointed at the screen. "Netizens are watching it for fun, but this can't be explained by biological mutation alone. They understand tactical coordination, electronic jamming, and can even conjure energy weapons by hand. The regular American army was completely helpless against them."

"They are certainly not mutants." Li Yichen put down his teacup. "Beneath their physical forms lies the wisdom of an alien civilization. Te Kao Pu thought he had created a pack of obedient dogs, but in reality, he created two thousand perfect containers for alien consciousness."

Ji Yanran gasped, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

"Extraterrestrial intelligence? What do you mean? Are there really aliens?" Ji Yanran looked at Li Yichen in shock, her face full of disbelief.

Li Yichen waved his hand and said, "Otherwise what? Why would I go on a spending spree to build space carriers, celestial armor, Titan mechs, Xuan Bird fighters, and spaceships?"

Ji Yanran was stunned by Li Yichen's series of questions and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.

At this moment, she finally understood why Li Yichen had been spending so much money on scientific research and developing new equipment and weapons over the past six months. It turned out that Li Yichen had known all along that aliens really existed in this world.

Li Yichen has been carrying a heavy burden all by himself, just to fight for a chance of survival for the Great Xia in the future.

Seeing Ji Yanran standing there lost in thought, Li Yichen stood up and patted her head, "Alright, stop overthinking."

After regaining her senses, Ji Yanran looked at the images in the holographic projection and suddenly thought of a question.

"What if they run out of America and head to other countries?" Ji Yanran asked anxiously.

"They won't be able to escape anytime soon." Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Two thousand is still too few. They are able to overwhelm the American army now because of the makeshift weapons they have pieced together from materials from Area 51. Once those materials are exhausted and the energy shield batteries are depleted, they will only be able to rely on hand-to-hand combat."

He leaned back in his chair, watching the chaotic American positions on the screen.

"Besides, if they really dare to head towards Great Xia," Li Yichen snapped his fingers in mid-air, "the high-energy laser cannons on those two space carriers in the stratosphere will teach them what true dimensional reduction attacks are. Their handmade energy shields are less than a piece of paper in front of the shipborne main guns."

On the holographic screen, the scene switched back to the Black House press conference.

Te Kaopu stood at the podium, his face pale and his hair disheveled. Hundreds of reporters below the stage had their microphones practically shoved into his face, and flashbulbs were going off everywhere.

"Mr. President! How much longer can Nevada's defenses hold out?"

"Mr. President, there are rumors of a large-scale mutiny among frontline troops. Please give a direct answer!"

The reliable guy opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Li Yichen picked up his teacup and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp. He then picked up the remote control on the table and pressed the power button.

The holographic screen went out instantly.

Li Yichen casually tossed the remote control onto the table and turned to look at the night view of Shanghai outside the window.

"Let the bullets fly a little longer."