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"Let the bullets fly a little longer." Not two days after saying this, Li Yichen had already put the mess in America out of his mind.

On a weekend morning, a gentle breeze blew along the Huangpu River, and the water lapped against the stone steps. Li Yichen pulled up a folding chair, leaned back, and held a carbon fiber fishing rod in his hand, staring at the luminous floats bobbing on the river.

Two small crucian carp had appeared in the bucket next to him for the first time ever, but he was determined to catch a big bass for dinner tonight.

The float sank sharply. Li Yichen flicked his wrist, preparing to lift the rod.

My phone rang loudly in my pocket. The caller ID showed Liu Guoliang's name.

Li Yichen used one hand to play the fish while using the other to answer the call.

"Brother Li! Stop fishing for your worthless fish!" Liu Guoliang's booming voice pierced through the receiver, making one's eardrums tingle. "The entire high command of the military region is here, just waiting for you. Hurry up and get to the meeting!"

Li Yichen loosened his wrist, the fishing line snapped straight and then went limp, a white wave burst on the surface of the water, and the big fish got away.

"Old Liu, you bunch of old men really can't even give us a break on the weekend." Li Yichen threw down his fishing rod, stood up, and patted his trouser leg. "I'm about to catch a big one, and I'm counting on it for dinner tonight."

"Big shipments are nothing! This conference room is full of big shipments! You have twenty minutes to get there!" Liu Guoliang hung up the phone.

Li Yichen shoved the folding chair into the trunk, opened the door of the Tank 700, and sped off towards the Shanghai Military Region.

Push open the explosion-proof door to the core conference room. The room was filled with smoke.

The top leaders of the five theater commands were all crammed into this room. Among them were Zhang Weiguo, Zhao Guangming, Sun Haotian, and Li Tiezhu, deputy commanders of the four theater commands (east, south, west, and north); Xiao Jingshan, commander of the Shanghai Military Region; and He Zhenchuan, commander-in-chief of the five theater commands, seated in the main seat.

Several people, not dressed in formal attire but in full training uniforms, with cigarettes between their fingers, were staring at a large screen that covered the entire wall.

The screen showed a battlefield video of the beautiful Uganda Desert. Several five-meter-tall yellow giants, riding flying skateboards and carrying crudely made energy guns, were pinning an armored battalion down in the sand dunes and firing at it.

The M1A2 main battle tank was sliced ​​open like paper, and its turret flew more than ten meters into the air.

The meeting room was not tense at all; instead, it was filled with the festive spirit of the Chinese New Year.

"That old bastard got his eye pecked by the hawk while playing with it!" Xiao Jingshan slammed his hand heavily on the table, splashing a few drops of water from his teacup. "They poured the entire nation's resources into biochemical experiments, and these clones actually developed self-awareness and turned around and demolished their home! They deserve their bad luck!"

"Exactly." Zhang Weiguo flicked his cigarette ash and pointed at the tank cut in half on the screen. "Look at that firepower. The American army has really gone broke this time. They've been acting as the world's policeman all this time, and now their police station has been overturned."

Li Tiezhu leaned over and pointed at the edge of the screen, his cigarette-smoking finger tracing the image: "Old Zhang, look at that yellow giant. What's that thing it's holding? It doesn't even have a trigger, just coils. A beam of blue light swept across, and the anti-aircraft gun melted into molten iron. These soldiers were beaten so badly they wouldn't even recognize their own mothers."

Zhao Guangming picked up his teacup and took a big gulp: "These monsters are pretty smart. They know to take out the radar vehicle first and even know how to use electromagnetic interference. Have these bio-mutated monsters developed brains? I bet those American soldiers are completely bewildered, they don't even know where to point their guns. This isn't just mutation, it's like they've mutated into a military factory!"

Sun Haotian laughed along, his shoulders shaking with laughter: "I heard that the reliable guy is taking two bottles of nitroglycerin pills a day in the Black Palace. The frontline commanders have been replaced three times, all of them wiped out by the monsters. Nevada can't even let a live fly out now."

The generals, one after another, viewed this as an international farce of a biochemical backlash. Having dealt with each other for most of their lives, this was the first time they'd seen the US suffer such a huge setback, and they were incredibly pleased.

Li Yichen pulled out a chair in the corner and sat down. He tapped his fingers on the table, listening to the veterans' discussion without interrupting.

The idea of ​​extraterrestrial civilizations possessing and resurrecting bodies goes beyond the scope of conventional military theory.

He knew perfectly well that beneath those yellow giant skins on the screen lay high-dimensional intelligence. They were crafting energy shields by hand and assembling laser guns from scrap parts; this technological gap was something that a few armored divisions simply couldn't bridge.

The fact that aliens, using the body of the Yellow Giant, forcibly carved out a line of firepower capable of dimensional reduction using scrap metal from Earth suggests that their original civilization may have been quite advanced.

But he was too lazy to point it out. Pointing it out would only require a lot of explanation, so he figured it was better to let everyone just enjoy the show in peace.

He Zhenchuan stubbed out his cigarette and turned to Li Yichen: "Little Li, you're full of clever ideas. How should our Great Xia respond to this?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair: "What stance are we taking? It's like dogs fighting, a bloody mess. Let's weld the door shut and let them play by themselves. We're not getting involved in this mess. They made their own mess, let them clean it up."

"That's right!" He Zhenchuan made the final decision. "Pass down the order: all war zones should strengthen border patrols, and air defense missiles and the Sky Soldiers Armored Regiments of the five war zones should be on standby around the clock. As for the United States, just have the Ministry of Foreign Affairs issue a statement as a formality. We can watch the show, but we need to maintain the right attitude."

The following morning at 10:00 AM, at the regular press conference of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia, the audience was packed with foreign media reporters from various countries. Cameras and microphones were pointed at the podium, all waiting to see how Great Xia would respond to the biohazard crisis sweeping North America.

A beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed American journalist stood up, holding a recorder, and loudly asked, "As a responsible major power, will Great Xia send celestial warriors to North America to provide support? After all, this concerns the safety of all humanity!"

The spokesperson pulled out a press release, cleared his throat, and didn't offer any extra facial expression.

"Great Xia expresses its regret over the internal turmoil occurring on American soil." The spokesperson read from the prepared statement at a measured pace. "If the situation in the United States spirals out of control and makes a request, Great Xia, in the spirit of humanitarianism, will donate a batch of tents, instant noodles, and medical bandages. As for military intervention in the internal affairs of other countries, Great Xia will absolutely not participate."

The statement left the foreign journalists in the audience stunned. The global internet erupted in outrage.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

They're fighting a biohazard crisis on their home turf, and even F-22s are falling everywhere. And you're donating instant noodles and bandages to them?

This isn't a gesture of sympathy; it's clearly a direct and blatant act of violence.

Netizens in China were laughing hysterically in the comments section.

"The instant noodles have to be braised beef flavored, and the bandages should ideally be printed with Peppa Pig to give the soldiers some psychological comfort."

"I give Da Xia a perfect score for this move, and I'm not afraid you'll get arrogant. Isn't America usually pretty good at fighting? They'll have to bear the consequences of their own actions."

"I suggest donating some more folding stools so that their frontline commanders can sit and watch the show."

Great Xia's "bamboo shoot snatching" operation set a precedent for countries around the world. Seeing that even a nation as large as Great Xia didn't intend to provoke the Yellow Giant, who would dare to throw their lives away?

Statements copying each other's "homework" have flooded into the United Nations like snowflakes.

The European Union held an emergency meeting overnight, with representatives from various countries passing the buck. They finally announced that they would provide 10,000 asylum places for American refugees, on the condition that they swim across the Atlantic Ocean themselves.

The most outrageous example is Japan, America's staunchest follower. The Prime Minister stood before the cameras, bowing ninety degrees, his forehead almost hitting the podium: "Japan absolutely supports its elder brother in overcoming this difficult time! Materially, we are willing to raise 10,000 boxes of premium sushi as a gesture of support. However, considering the weakness of our domestic Self-Defense Forces, we are truly powerless to send troops; we hope our elder brother will understand."

Ten thousand boxes of sushi in exchange for two thousand alien thugs.

When Te Kao Pu saw the news in the Black Palace, he smashed his mahogany desk to pieces. He grabbed the landline phone on the desk and slammed it down, shattering the plastic casing on the floor, while cursing a string of vulgarities.

The once invincible United States, with its aircraft carrier fleet roaming the world, has become a global laughingstock. Faced with two thousand high-tech, heavily armed yellow giants, they are an isolated island, unable to find even a single ally willing to lend a hand.

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The living room air conditioner was set to 20 degrees Celsius. Li Yichen sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding half a chilled watermelon in his arms and enthusiastically scooping it out with a stainless steel spoon.

Ling'er's holographic projection sat on the coffee table, her two short legs swinging back and forth, and she was also holding a virtual watermelon and eating it.

The television screen showed live battlefield coverage from foreign media. The Nevada desert had been blasted into the surface of the moon, littered with craters and wreckage. In one scene, a yellow giant single-handedly flipped over an armored vehicle, using it as a shield against machine gun fire.

"Brother, America is doomed this time." Ling'er spat out a virtual watermelon seed, pointing at the yellow giant on the screen who was withstanding armor-piercing bullets. "Conventional weapons can't break through these monsters' defenses at all. Their energy shields may be rudimentary, but they're enough to deal with the gunpowder weapons of Earth. At this rate of advance, the yellow giant will reach Washington in a month at most."

Li Yichen dug out a large piece of red soil and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it until the juices spilled out.

"Doesn't the Trumps still have nuclear weapons?" Ling'er tilted her head. "Unless they drop nuclear bombs on their own land and wipe Nevada off the map, these monsters will wipe them out sooner or later."

"Dumping nuclear bombs won't help." Li Yichen swallowed a watermelon, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "Sector 51 is 500 meters underground. That's a nuclear-resistant fortress built during the Cold War. Even if the Special Forces dropped all their nuclear bombs, they could only flatten the surface. The Yellow Giant's core cloning pods hiding underneath would be completely unharmed. Once the nuclear radiation dissipates, monsters can continue to crawl out from below."

He threw the watermelon rind into the trash can and slammed the spoon onto the coffee table.

"This time, Te Kaopu has really squandered his family's wealth." Li Yichen leaned back on the sofa cushions and stretched. "He let the wolf into the house and put the noose around his own neck. Even Jesus couldn't save him. The aliens haven't even officially attacked yet, and they've already rebelled in their own nest."

"Shall we just watch the show here?" Ling'er jumped off the coffee table and put her hands on her hips.

"What else?" Li Yichen stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The Huangpu River outside was brightly lit, and the prosperity of the Great Wall flowed through the night. Boats shuttled back and forth on the river, a completely different world from the war-torn North American continent depicted on television.

"What's it to us? Let them fight like dogs." Li Yichen reached out and pulled the curtains shut, blocking out the neon lights. "Let them fight their stupid war, we'll continue building our interstellar warships. How's the reactor matrix progress on the light-speed mainship?"

"Two modules have already been built." Ling'er brought up the data panel. "The rare metals brought back by the Xuanwu are almost gone."

"Let Xuanwu-1 and Xuanwu-2 run continuously to Lingshen Star until they have completely hollowed out Lingshen Star and moved it back to the moon."

Li Yichen turned around and walked towards the elevator leading to the underground laboratory. "The US burns money when it fights wars, we burn planets. Expedite the construction on the far side of the moon, launch the tenth batch of Terminator industrial robots tomorrow night. The energy circuits for the planet-destroying cannons must be fully connected by the end of next month."