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Li Yichen picked up his phone and swiped to answer.

"Xiao Li, have you read the intelligence?" He Zhenchuan's voice came through the receiver, heavy with worry, completely unlike his usual composure. "Those four thousand monsters are heading towards Japan. The reliable guy cleared the way for them!"

"I saw it, Brother He." Li Yichen looked at the river. "Tekapo is trying to use someone else to do his dirty work."

"This is too vicious!" He Zhenchuan slammed his fist on the table on the other end of the phone, his voice deafening. "Once they take root in Japan, they'll be way too close to our Great Xia's border. Those monsters' energy weapons can even slice through the main battle tanks of the American army. This is a huge hidden danger!"

He paused, his tone quickening.

"An emergency meeting is being held at the higher-ups to discuss whether to intercept them on the high seas. We absolutely cannot allow them to set up camp on our doorstep."

Li Yichen placed the mineral water bottle on the table and smiled easily while talking on the phone.

"Brother He, don't worry about it." He shifted to a more comfortable sitting position. "We don't need to worry about this. Let's just treat it as a monkey show. Let them cause trouble in Japan."

"Don't care?" He Zhenchuan exclaimed anxiously. "Those are four thousand bio-monsters who understand tactics and have high-tech weapons! Do you really think they're just here for a vacation in Asia? What if they cross the East China Sea and land directly on our coastline?"

Li Yichen suppressed his smile, his tone turned cold, revealing absolute domineering power.

"Brother He, are those two 120,000-ton space carriers in the stratosphere just for show?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried immense weight.

"What those monsters are holding are just crude energy guns cobbled together from scrap metal. What we have hanging above us are the shipborne high-energy laser main cannons from the space carrier."

Li Yichen looked at the opposite bank of the river in the distance.

"I guarantee that as long as they dare to step into the territorial waters of Great Xia, without even needing to deploy the Heavenly Soldiers and Armor, a single salvo from the mothership's main guns will vaporize them, along with their skateboards, into dust, leaving not even ashes behind."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. He Zhenchuan's rapid breathing calmed down.

"You should give your superiors a heads-up." Li Yichen picked up his fishing rod again. "Let's borrow this reliable tool, this 'borrow a knife to kill,' and make use of it in Great Xia as well. We can leave that area in Japan as a graveyard for these bio-cyber thugs."

He Zhenchuan let out a long breath.

"Alright, with you saying that, I'll go report to Elder Lu and the others right away. Let's close the door and see how this good show ends."

After hanging up the phone, Li Yichen tossed it back onto the table.

The fishing float on the river surface sank sharply.

Li Yichen exerted force with his wrist, bending the fishing rod into a bow shape.

"The cargo is loaded." He stood up and slowly rowed the fishing boat.

A two-pound bass burst out of the water, struggling and thrashing its tail in mid-air.

Li Yichen picked the fish off the shell and threw it into the bucket next to him.

"Ling'er." He rebaited the fish and cast the line into the river. "The space carrier's weapon systems are on standby. Lock onto the East China Sea. If any Yellow Giants cross the red line, fire immediately without asking for permission."

"Understood, brother." Ling'er gave a salute. "I'll make sure they don't come back alive."

Li Yichen looked at the river, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The real show has only just begun.

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Chapter two

Meanwhile, over the Pacific Ocean.

Four thousand yellow giants formed a massive flying formation, speeding through the clouds on magnetic levitation skateboards.

The lead clone, Zero, looked down at the deep blue sea below.

The tactical map on the retina showed that the target island was less than two thousand kilometers away.

The land of cherry blossoms.

Tokyo, the Prime Minister's official residence.

The piercing sound of air raid sirens echoed throughout the city. Chaos erupted in the streets as people screamed and surged towards subway stations and underground air-raid shelters. Traffic was completely paralyzed, cars were piled up, and horns blared incessantly.

The prime minister slumped on the sofa in his office, his tie loose, his face as white as paper.

"Have you made contact with the Black House?" He grabbed his secretary's arm, his voice trembling.

"No, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." The secretary, sweating profusely, clutched the telephone receiver. "The Black House press officer said the President is resting and refusing to answer any international calls. Communications with the Pacific Fleet have also been completely cut off."

The prime minister released his grip and collapsed as if his bones had been removed.

He looked at the large screen on the wall.

On satellite radar images, a dense cluster of red dots is approaching the mainland with unstoppable momentum.

"They abandoned us..." the Prime Minister muttered, his eyes filled with despair. "Send the entire Self-Defense Forces to the coastline! Deploy all the missiles! We cannot let those monsters land!"

A few hours later.

The eastern coast of the Cherry Blossom Country.

Tens of thousands of Self-Defense Force soldiers formed a dense defensive line on the beach. Tanks and armored vehicles were lined up in a row, and anti-aircraft missile launchers were erected high.

The soldiers' hands, gripping their guns, were drenched in sweat, their eyes fixed on the horizon.

A low, rumbling sound came from the sky.

What started as a single black dot quickly transformed into a dark yellow cloud.

Four thousand five-meter-tall yellow giants, riding skateboards, pressed down, blotting out the sky.

"Fire! Fire!" the frontline commander roared hoarsely.

A dense network of anti-aircraft fire shot into the sky. Missiles, trailing fiery exhaust, hurtled towards the horde of monsters in mid-air.

The Zero clone raised the giant laser gun in his hand, a cold smile curving his lips.

"A bunch of natives who haven't even touched the threshold of interstellar travel."

It pulled the trigger.

The eerie blue beam of light, like the scythe of death, swept down from the sky.

The tank armor on the coastline was instantly sliced ​​open, and the flames of the explosions merged into one. The Self-Defense Forces' defenses were completely destroyed like paper in the very first round of contact.

Four thousand alien thugs have officially landed.

A one-sided massacre, a dimensional reduction attack, unfolded on this island nation.

Zero hovered in mid-air on its skateboard, looking down at the coastline engulfed in flames. It raised a finger and issued a new command to its kin.

The four thousand yellow giants split into three groups: one advanced inland along Tokyo Bay, another swept across the industrial city in the southwest, and the third headed straight for the military base in the north.

Dense beams of energy poured down from the sky, and the city trembled in flames.

Tank wreckage, billowing black smoke, lay twisted and mangled across the road. Anti-aircraft gun emplacements were uprooted and lay upside down on the beach. Fleeing soldiers were reduced to ashes in beams of light, not even having time to scream.

In just three hours, the east coast defense line completely fell.

Inside the Prime Minister's official residence, alarms blared incessantly.

On the screen in front of the Prime Minister, Self-Defense Force outposts disappeared from the map one by one. Red alert zones spread like a plague, quickly engulfing most of the east coast.

"Mobilize all reserves! Requisition civilian vessels and evacuate from the west coast!" the Prime Minister ordered in a hoarse voice, his fingers trembling on the table. "Send an emergency request for assistance to the United Nations! Send an emergency request for assistance to Great Xia!"

The secretary stumbled and ran out.

The Prime Minister gazed at the faint flickering firelight on the distant horizon outside the window and slowly closed his eyes.

He realized it was all too late.

Meanwhile, the Great Xia Dynasty, separated from this battlefield by only a sea, remained calm and peaceful.

The autumn night in Shanghai is gentle and peaceful. Neon lights shimmer and dance on the river, while the distant whistles of cruise ships drift in.

Above the stratosphere, two massive space carriers hovered silently. Their black hulls gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight.

The twelve cold fusion reactors are operating smoothly.

The robust shipborne high-energy laser main gun slowly rotated its turret, its muzzle precisely locked onto the border line of the East China Sea.

Any creature that dares to cross the boundary will face a devastating vaporization attack.

Li Yichen sat by the river, watching the bass swimming in the bucket, in a good mood.

The bait was cast again, and ripples spread across the river.

A night breeze swept by, carrying the dampness of the river and the coolness of early autumn.

On the distant horizon, one could vaguely sense the smoke and cries of battle rising from that island nation.

But Li Yichen simply held the fishing rod quietly, his gaze fixed on the float.

Ling'er sat on the edge of the bucket, swinging her legs and humming a tuneless lullaby.

The real show has only just begun.