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"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."

Ling'er raised her right hand and snapped her fingers in the air.

Above the stratosphere, the massive black hull of the No. 1 space carrier was faintly visible in the clouds.

The special armor beneath the ship's hull slid open to the sides, revealing the barrels of the high-energy laser main guns. The energy matrix operated at full capacity, its blue-white light illuminating the surrounding thin air.

Washington, D.C., is experiencing torrential rain.

Hundreds of yellow giant airships hovered directly in front of the Black Palace. The energy cannons at the bottom of the airships glowed with a blinding light, and the intense heat instantly evaporated the falling rain.

Fifty meters underground, the Black Palace is a nuclear-weapon-resistant fortress.

The acting president gripped the edge of the control panel tightly, his eyes wide as he stared at the dense array of red dots on the radar screen. The Secretary of State paced anxiously beside him, his leather shoes slamming heavily on the carpet.

"Is Great Xia going to open fire or not? The monsters are about to tear down the roof!" The Secretary of State's voice cracked as he yelled, tugging at his tie.

The acting president gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the control panel. "We've already promised to pay; Great Xia can't go back on its word! Let's wait a little longer!"

A high-frequency buzzing sound came from above.

It wasn't a loud explosion, but a tremor that could penetrate even to the bone marrow.

Above the ground, the thick thunderclouds were forcibly sliced ​​open by a brute force. A blue-white beam of light, more than ten meters in diameter, descended from the sky and crashed straight into the Yellow Giant's airship formation.

There was no fire, no smoke.

The beam swept across, and those alien shields that could withstand even anti-aircraft missiles collapsed in less than a tenth of a second.

Hundreds of airships, along with the yellow giants inside, vaporized instantly under the extreme heat of hundreds of thousands of degrees, leaving not even a fingernail-sized piece of wreckage behind.

The beam of light struck the lawn in front of the Black Palace, turning the muddy ground into a smooth, crystalline surface. The rainwater evaporated into a thick white mist, creating a vast vacuum.

Inside the underground bunker, the red dots on the radar screen were cleared.

The acting president remained gripping the control panel, his mouth agape, a fist agape, his chin jutting out. The Secretary of State, his legs weak, knelt on the carpet, panting heavily.

Through the surveillance footage, they clearly saw the beam of light that pierced through the sky.

This isn't some mecha melee; it's a directed energy weapon fired from space.

These politicians, who consider themselves the world's elite, have only one thought in their minds: the technology of Great Xia has left them more than an era behind.

Their aircraft carriers and nuclear weapons are no match for this space weapon that can precisely vaporize monsters; they're not even as useful as sticks.

In the conference room of the Shanghai Military Region, Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, looked at the white fog over Washington on the screen, and took a sip of tea.

"Done." Li Yichen put down his teacup, turned to Ling'er, and said, "Post the videos of the whitewashing in New Delhi and Washington directly to the internet. High-definition and uncensored, to give them a boost."

"Okay, brother!" Ling'er tapped a few times on the holographic keyboard with her little hands.

The massive data flow directly overwhelmed the firewalls of major Western social media platforms.

The top trending topics on YouTube and Twitter were pushed up by a video titled "The Great Xia Space Main Gun Live Record".

Just as netizens around the world were amused by the Indian Air Force's acrobatics, the internet fell silent for a few minutes after clicking on this new video.

The first half of the video shows the sky over New Delhi, and the second half over Washington. The same blue and white beams of light, the same instantaneous clearing of the area.

The comments section exploded.

"My God! I thought Great Xia would send those black-armored soldiers for hand-to-hand combat, but they're firing cannons directly from space?"

"Vaporizing hundreds of alien spaceships in a second? What kind of weapon is that? A planet-destroying cannon?"

"While the US is still playing house with tanks and missiles, Great Xia has mastered the space-based firepower of dimensional warfare. The world has changed!"

A retired American general posted a long message on Twitter: "Our aircraft carrier battle groups, built at a cost of hundreds of billions of dollars, are like wooden sticks in the hands of a caveman in front of Great Xia's space weapons. That idiot Trump actually dared to dream of competing with Great Xia for supremacy; he almost killed us all."

However, netizens in China presented a completely different picture.

"This express fee was well worth it! Eight million tons of ore for a single fireworks display—the US really made a killing here."

"With the advent of the space carrier, who can compete? From now on, when we travel, we can stand up straighter than everyone else."

Western netizens' faith has crumbled. They once thought the United States could protect them, but now they realize that on this dangerous planet, only by clinging to the coattails of Great Xia can they survive.

At the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia, dozens of transnational telephone lines were ringing off the hook.

The operator didn't even have time to drink some water; as soon as one call ended, another came in.

The President of Gaul personally held the microphone, his tone as obsequious as a salesman: "Friends of Great Xia! We, Gaul, have decided, starting today, to abolish all tariffs on goods from Great Xia! Our domestic titanium and bauxite ore will be supplied without restraint! We'll cover the shipping costs ourselves, including free shipping to the port of Shanghai!"

The Minister of Foreign Affairs of Great Xia leaned back in his chair and said calmly, "Your Excellency, Great Xia's ports currently have limited throughput. Your ore will have to wait in line to be delivered."

"We'll wait! We'll wait however long it takes! As long as Great Xia doesn't mind!" the President of Gaul quickly chimed in.

Before the call was even disconnected, the prime minister of the sunset country's private line came in again.

"Big Brother Great Xia! We have abundant nickel and cobalt ore! We'll load it all onto the ship within three days! You can give us whatever money you want, we just ask that Great Xia grant us a protection agreement, even the lowest level will do!"

The minister switched hands and picked up the phone: "Regarding the asylum agreement, we'll see how you perform afterwards. Great Xia doesn't tolerate idlers."

"We'll definitely perform well! We'll amend the export law overnight, and all core technologies will be made available to Great Xia through open source!" The Prime Minister of the Sunset Country patted his chest and made a promise.

Representatives from the Europa Union lined up to make phone calls, afraid that if they were even a second late, the Great Xia's space cannon would disown them as "friends."

Without sending a single soldier or engaging in any diplomatic rhetoric, Great Xia, relying on two beams of light descending from the sky, ascended to the pinnacle of the world without shedding a drop of blood, becoming the undisputed uncrowned king of Earth.

The old international order collapsed on this day, and a completely new pattern of resource allocation was reshuffled under Li Yichen's feet.

Fast forward to one month later.

The sea breeze howls through the harbor of Shanghai.

The deep-water piers No. 6 through No. 9, which were originally used to moor merchant ships, were all cleared out and designated as a huge special control zone.

A white Tank 700 off-road vehicle drove into the restricted area with the roar of its engine and came to a steady stop on an open space.

Li Yichen pushed open the car door and stepped out. The sea breeze ruffled the hem of his clothes, and he looked up at the visually striking scene before him.

As far as the eye can see, there are endless "mountain ranges".

This is no ordinary mountain, but a gold mine formed by the accumulation of various high-purity special ores. Titanium, tungsten, cobalt, nickel, and manganese gleam with a cold, hard metallic luster under the sunlight.

In order to save their lives, India's mines across the country operated around the clock, selling everything they owned to raise five million tons of coal.

In order to secure his position, the acting president of the United States emptied the national treasury and raised eight million tons of "express fees".

In addition, the massive resources voluntarily "contributed" by various countries in the Europa League have brought the total weight of ore piled up in the port of Shanghai to over 20 million tons.

Thousands of T-800 Terminator robots move through the mines. They operate heavy-duty cranes with great efficiency, loading crates of ore into huge freight containers.

On the open ground in the distance, three massive, unsightly "Xuanwu" heavy-load cargo ships lay silently, waiting to be loaded.

Ling'er's holographic projection coalesced and took shape beside Li Yichen. Today, she was wearing a smart work outfit and holding a virtual electronic notebook in her hand.

"Brother, the inventory is complete." Ling'er scrolled through the data in her notebook, her voice filled with excitement. "Twenty million tons of special metal ore, not a single ounce missing. India and America have emptied their coffers this time. Add to that what we mined back from Spirit Star, and the material crisis is completely over."

Li Yichen walked up to a piece of tungsten ore that was about half a person tall and patted its rough surface.

The hard texture traveled through his palm, making him breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Brother, these foreigners are really scared this time." Ling'er jumped onto a piece of titanium ore and looked down at the busy loading and unloading site. "The Europa Union not only sent ore, but also a dozen sets of top-of-the-line precision CNC machine tools. They even thoughtfully translated the instruction manuals into the Great Xia language."

Li Yichen chuckled and kicked at the pebbles beside his feet.

"They're not stupid. Having witnessed the firepower of the space carrier, clinging to those scrap metal as if they were treasures would be suicide. They'd be better at calculating than anyone else to exchange some stones and machine tools for a life-saving charm from Great Xia."

For some time now, he has been worried about mineral resources. Although mining is still ongoing on Spirit Star, the amount of mineral resources mined is still not enough to keep up with the material consumption of the interstellar spaceship.

Now that we have these 20 million tons of raw ore, we won't have to worry about raw materials for a while.

"The energy circuits for the planet-destroying cannon base on the far side of the moon can now be fully deployed." Li Yichen withdrew his hand, put both hands in his pockets, and looked at the crescent moon in the sky, which was still clearly visible in the daytime.

"The laying of the keel of the light-speed main ship can also be accelerated. Let the atomic forging station in the science park operate at full power, extract one-third of these raw ores, and transport them to the heavy industrial science park to refine them all into superconducting fusion alloys."

He turned to look at the three Xuanwu spaceships.

"Also, inform Liu Ruyan to use the Xuanwu spaceship to transport the remaining two-thirds of the stones up there. I want to see the first small escort ship land within two months."

"Understood!" Ling'er nodded emphatically and immediately sent the instructions through the quantum network.

The Terminator robots throughout the port sped up their movements, and the roar of heavy machinery echoed through the sky.

Li Yichen leaned against the door of the Tank 700, watching the massive national machine in front of him operate at full speed under his will.

This biochemical farce within Earth ended with the complete crushing defeat of Great Xia. The schemes and intrigues of Western politicians were shattered into dust before absolute power.

But he knew very well that the real challenge was yet to come.

Those four thousand yellow giants were merely a result of a happy accident by the United States; they were a group of bio-engineered cannon fodder who couldn't even be considered a regular army. What's truly terrifying are the real aliens five light-years away.

Nobody knows whether they've arrived or not, or where they are.