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"Pass my order and have the Pentagon issue a notice immediately. If the Great Xia Navy takes another step forward, our Eagle Nation's strategic missiles will immediately rain down upon them."

Unreliable gritted his teeth, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and every word contained unquestionable determination.

Everyone present could feel the tension in the air. Everyone held their breath, not daring to easily interrupt the solemn atmosphere.

The staff looked up at him tremblingly, hesitant and afraid to leave.

"Go!"

The unreliable voice suddenly became louder, carrying an unquestionable command, like a bolt of lightning that cut through the silence, forcing the atmosphere on the scene to become even more tense.

The staff member was horrified by the cold and piercing gaze of Unreliable, as if being whipped by an invisible whip. He immediately reacted as if awakened from a dream, and did not dare to delay any longer. He rushed out of the office at the fastest speed in his life...

"Sir...you...can't do this!"

Bryant's voice trembled slightly, and he looked up at Unreliable cautiously, trying to find the right words.

“We must carefully consider all options. Using strategic missiles, that is… that is the last resort. Once we take this step, we will face unpredictable consequences.

Daxia...it also possesses such destructive weapons."

"I know!"

The unreliable voice seemed to come from the abyss, deep and depressing.

He walked to the window, turned his back to Bryant, and cast his eyes toward the distant skyline. There, dark clouds covered the sky, without a single ray of light, and the whole world looked like a bleak scene of the end of the world.

"Bryant, notify all cabinet members immediately and hold a video conference in ten minutes."

Unreliable turned around, a complex emotion flashing across his tired face, and he said slowly: "Remember, everyone must be on time."

"it is good!"

Bryant sighed, turned and walked out of the office.

As unreliable orders were passed down layer by layer, the United States' huge military machine began to operate.

Inside the Pentagon, the communications center was busy, with encrypted messages crossing the oceans to reach U.S. military bases around the world, reminding soldiers to be on alert. Deep underground, at the hidden strategic missile silos, technicians were conducting a final check to ensure the reliability and accuracy of the weapon system.

In the ocean, the strategic nuclear submarines of the Eagle Sauce are silently lurking in the deep blue waters...

A world crisis like that of 1962 is brewing.

……

The waters of the Ryukyu Islands.

When the sun climbed to the top of the sky, golden sunlight poured down, covering the boundless ocean with a layer of dazzling light. Two of the world's most elite naval fleets were engaged in a silent contest, with swords drawn against each other, as if the entire ocean was wrapped in a tense and solemn atmosphere.

This is a direct confrontation between two global superpowers. Every ship is a symbol of national glory and strength, and every shell is a potential fuse of war.

The waves hit the sides of the ship, making a regular and long sound, which now sounded more like a prelude to the coming storm.

On the bridge, the officers stared intently at the radar screen in front of them, which displayed the precise location of the enemy fleet and the flight paths of their own aircraft.

Everyone's nerves were on edge, and the air was filled with tension every minute and every second, as if the slightest disturbance could ignite this thousand-mile-long fuse.

In the air, the fighter jets soared like eagles, sometimes flying low over the sea level, stirring up ripples; sometimes leaping high into the sky, leaving a trail of white trails.

The pilots fly these metal beasts, constantly adjusting their course and conducting simulated attack drills. Each operation requires extremely high skills and calm judgment to prevent accidental discharges that could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Occasionally, the planes of the two opposing sides almost brushed past each other, so close that you could see the resolute faces of the pilots in the other cockpit. At that instant, life and death were just a matter of thought.

Magic City, front-line command center.

Command hall.

Young Master Chu stared at the real-time synchronized video provided by the Baidi fighter jet on the display screen, his face changing from gloomy to bright.

"Boss Chu, urgent information!"

With a loud shout, an intelligence staff officer hurried over, holding a confidential document in his hand, with a nervous and serious expression.

Wu Qingzhu took the document, lowered her eyes and glanced at it, her face suddenly changed, as if she was struck by lightning. She quickly walked to Mr. Chu and reported to him in a low voice:

"The latest news is that the Pentagon has issued a statement, stating that if a conflict occurs in the Ryukyu Sea area, it does not rule out the feasibility of using strategic missiles first."

Upon hearing this, Young Master Chu quickly took the document and read it carefully. There was an imperceptible wave in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything around became quiet and silent. Even the air became particularly heavy, making people feel depressed and uneasy.

Young Master Chu took a deep breath, tried to steady his breathing, then slowly picked up the document, and quickly scanned the pages with his eyes. He carefully read every word and every punctuation mark, as if he wanted to engrave them deeply in his mind.

When he read the last line, Young Master Chu closed the document gently, but his thoughts could not calm down for a long time.

Maybe it was just a blink of an eye, or maybe it was a long time, but Young Master Chu's eyes gradually became sharp and firm. He stood up, straightened his back, and made an important decision.

"Connect me to Wu Zhenglong immediately."

Young Master Chu walked towards the command platform with a stern expression, his eyes revealing determination and majesty.

After hearing Master Chu's order, the communications officer's body shook slightly, and he immediately opened a communication link with the commander of the Baidi Fighter Wing, Wu Zhenglong.