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Outside the window, a beam of pale blue light pierced the night sky, directly slicing off the spire of the Washington Monument in the distance.

Washington, D.C., a nuclear-resistant fortress located 50 meters underground beneath the Black House.

The piercing red alarm lights cast a blood-red glow on the walls, and the shrill wailing of the air raid siren pierced through the thick concrete layer, drilling straight into people's ears. The air circulation system inside the fortress was running at full capacity, but it still couldn't remove the nauseating, sweaty smell from the air.

The reliable guy paced back and forth anxiously in front of the control panel like a wild beast trapped in a cage. His signature blond hair was a complete mess, his expensive suit jacket was lying on the ground, and his shirt collar was ripped open, revealing his sweaty neck.

"How much further?" The reliable guy kicked the chair leg and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The Secretary of Defense stared at the radar screen, his hands trembling like leaves: "Twenty kilometers. Mr. President, the last line of armor has just been breached. The monsters have passed the Lincoln Memorial, and in ten minutes at most, they'll be tearing down the roof of the Black House."

Conventional weapons became utterly useless. Tanks, missiles, and machine guns couldn't even make a ripple in front of those yellow giants' high-frequency shields.

The heavy metal door was flung open. The intelligence chief tumbled in, his leather shoes slipping on the carpet, and he fell right at Trump's feet. Without even getting up, he held a military tablet in his hands, the screen almost touching Trump's nose.

"Mr. President! There's been a result from India...!" The intelligence chief's voice cracked.

Te Kaopu snatched the tablet away. The screen was playing a video that the Great Xia military had just uploaded to the international internet.

In the footage, dozens of yellow giant airships swaggered through the sky above New Delhi. Then, the clouds parted, and a blue-white beam of light, several meters in diameter, shot straight down.

There was no explosion, no smoke. The beam swept across, and the airship, along with the alien monster inside, was vaporized without a trace. The whole process took less than a minute.

Te Kaopu stared wide-eyed at the square that had been burned to the point of glass, his throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

"What is this?" The reliable voice trembled violently, dry as sandpaper. "A nuclear bomb? No, nuclear bombs have radioactive clouds..."

"It's a space weapon from Great Xia." The intelligence chief lay on the ground, his face deathly pale. "A high-energy directional beam launched directly from the stratosphere. They not only have mechs capable of melee combat on the ground, but also these planet-destroying weapons that can wipe out an entire area in a second."

Tekapo's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the carpet. The tablet slipped from his hands and landed at his feet.

He finally understood that the technology of the Great Xia Dynasty was no longer just a few years or decades ahead, but completely outpaced. They weren't even bothering to play at the same table with them anymore.

The metal door was pushed open again. The vice president, accompanied by a dozen cabinet politicians, rushed into the command center. These usually impeccably dressed and aloof figures were now pale-faced, their ties askew, looking like a pack of stray dogs fleeing a disaster.

"Mr. President! We must call for help from Great Xia immediately!" The Vice President rushed to Trump, spitting as he spoke. "The monster is already at the door. If we don't make the call soon, we'll all die here!"

Trump struggled to his feet, shoving the Vice President aside, his face flushed. "Ask for help? Bow down to Great Xia?" he roared, slamming his fist on the control panel. "I'm the President of the United States! Ask them for help? Absolutely not! The dignity of Great America cannot be lost in my hands!"

"Can dignity withstand the lasers of those monsters?!" The Secretary of State jumped up and down in panic. "The Pacific Fleet is gone, and Washington can't be defended either! Do you want to take the whole country down with you?"

"Shut up! I'm the boss!" The reliable guy, like a gambler who'd lost everything, roared, pointing at the door, "Get the Marines in! Use their lives! Anyone who dares to ask for reinforcements, I'll fire them immediately!"

There was a two-second silence in the command room.

The vice president glanced at the approaching red dot on the radar, gritted his teeth, and turned to look at his cabinet members behind him. They exchanged a look, all filled with desperate madness.

"Mr. Trump, given your current mental state, you are no longer able to perform the duties of the president." The vice president tugged at his collar, his voice cold. "On behalf of the cabinet, I am formally initiating the Twenty-Fifth Amendment to the Constitution. From this moment forward, you are removed from office."

Trump was stunned, then flew into a rage, pointing his finger at the Vice President and yelling, "You dare rebel? I'm the democratically elected president! Security! Arrest this traitor!"

Two burly security guards standing at the door stepped forward. Instead of grabbing the vice president, they grabbed Trump's arms, one on each side.

"What are you doing! Let me go! I'm the president!" Trump struggled desperately, his feet off the ground, his expensive leather shoes kicking wildly in mid-air.

Without uttering a single word, the security guard dragged the reliable guy towards the door. They tossed him out of the central command room like a bag of stinking garbage.

The corridor echoed with incredibly reliable, hysterical curses. The curses suddenly rose in volume, then abruptly stopped.

He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he convulsed. Several medical staff rushed over with a stretcher and pulled him away.

The political career of this former world hegemon ended in an extremely comical way on this chaotic, rainy night.

Inside the command center, the Vice President, now acting president, pushed aside his reliable chair and rushed to the communications console.

"Quick! Connect to the Daxia hotline!" he shouted to the communications officer.

"Sir, they've blocked our dedicated line, we can't get through!" The communications officer was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Use the Europa League line! Transfer it! Quickly!"

After several twists and turns, the call was finally connected.

The core conference room of the Shanghai Military Region.

Outside the window, the night was deep, while inside, the aroma of tea wafted through the air. Li Yichen leaned back in his leather chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of Da Hong Pao tea, and blew on the tea leaves floating on the rim.

He Zhenchuan and Liu Guoliang sat next to each other, looking at the red phone on the table that was on speakerphone.

The voice of the acting president of the United States came through the loudspeaker, extremely humble, and tinged with sobs.

"Friends of Great Xia! I am the acting president of the United States! I beg you, save Washington! The monster is only five kilometers away from the Black House! We will agree to any conditions as long as you open fire!"

Li Yichen placed the teacup on the table with a soft sound.

"Oh? They changed people?" Li Yichen tapped his fingers twice on the mahogany table, his tone nonchalant. "Isn't he more reliable now? Wasn't he quite assertive?"

"He suddenly fell ill and has already stepped down from his post." The acting president chuckled apologetically on the other end of the phone, practically begging on his knees across the internet. "Friends of Great Xia, it was all a misunderstanding before. Now all of humanity faces a common threat; please lend a helping hand!"

Li Yichen chuckled and shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

"Sure, I'll help. We in Great Xia have always been happy to help others," Li Yichen said calmly.

"However, the activation fee for our weapons is a bit expensive. Since you need them urgently, I have to charge an express fee. Eight million tons of special ore, titanium, tungsten, cobalt, and nickel, mixed in the correct proportions."

The detailed list will be sent to you shortly. It must be delivered to Shanghai port within a month. If it's even a fraction short, you'll have to go retrieve bricks from the Black Palace in the Pacific Ocean yourselves.

A collective gasp came from the other end of the phone.

"Eight...eight million tons?" The acting president's voice cracked. "Friends of Great Xia, as far as I know, you only received five million tons for India. This extra three million tons..."

"The extra amount is for emotional distress compensation," Li Yichen interrupted him directly, his tone firm. "These monsters are the result of your own actions in District 51, creating chaos around the world. Our Great Xia is cleaning up your mess, so what's wrong with getting a small fee? What, you think it's too expensive?"

Li Yichen tapped his fingers on the table in a crisp rhythm.

"If you think it's too expensive, then forget it. Ling'er, turn off the cannon and let our American friends play with the monsters themselves."

"No, no, no! Don't turn it off!" The acting president jumped up and down in the basement in a panic. Seeing the red dot on the radar that was now right next to his face, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"We agree! We'll give you all eight million tons! We'll give you everything, even if it means emptying the national treasury! Please open fire immediately! The plaster on the walls of the presidential palace is falling off!"

Faced with the threat of death, politicians no longer care about the nation's foundation. They'd sell Washington, D.C., for the sake of surviving tonight, let alone eight million tons of ore.

With these eight million tons of special ore, the material shortage for the interstellar fleet and star-destroying cannons on the far side of the moon has been completely filled, and Li Yichen's interstellar infrastructure boom is now worry-free.

"make a deal."

Li Yichen hung up the phone decisively.

He picked up his teacup and drank the remaining half-cup of tea in one gulp. Then he stood up, straightened the hem of his clothes, and turned to look at the holographic projection of Ling'er standing to the side.

"Ling'er, time to get to work." Li Yichen smiled broadly. "Let our beautiful country friends see what the Great Xia speed is all about."