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The capital of Beijing under the night sky is like an exquisite ink painting, quietly spread out under the dome with bright moon and sparse stars.

The outlines of high-rise buildings are looming in the night, and the lights of thousands of homes are like falling stars, dotted in between, forming a warm and prosperous urban night scene.

On the streets, car lights are like a flowing galaxy, shuttling through the veins of the city, adding a bit of vividness to this quiet night.

However, as the picture slowly zooms in, the originally prosperous and peaceful city night scene gradually reveals a different scene.

On the ground, the vehicles were no longer an orderly flowing galaxy, but a chaotic, rushing torrent, scattering out of the city.

On the streets, the originally orderly traffic rules seem to have lost their binding force. Cars, motorcycles and even bicycles are scrambling to fill the road. Exhaust gas and dust mix to form a chaotic world.

Anxiety and panic were written all over people's faces. Some were hurrying along holding their children, some were staggering along dragging their suitcases, and some family members were supporting each other and trying to find a way to escape.

In such an emergency, usual etiquette and order seem to have become luxuries. Everyone is driven by the instinct of survival and desperately wants to get away from the city and find a relatively safe place to take refuge.

On the roadside, most of the shops' roller shutters had been hastily pulled down, and the merchandise in the windows was deserted, making the shop look a bit desolate.

The neon signs of some restaurants and cafes were still flashing, but there was no one inside. Only a few emergency lights emitted faint light, reflecting a desolate scene.

Discarded items can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys - toys, shoes, broken mobile phones, these are fragments of memories that were forced to be abandoned during the escape.

All this was caused by the nightmare caused by the silver-gray fighter plane in the sky.

It is like the most mysterious visitor in the night sky, quietly floating at an altitude of three thousand meters.

The fuselage glows with a cool metallic luster under the moonlight, and the sharp wingtips seem to be able to cut through the night wind, demonstrating its extraordinary technology and power.

The engine nozzles on both sides of the fighter plane occasionally emit a faint blue light, echoing the bright city lights below, but maintaining a lonely distance.

Its appearance made the United States' impregnable homeland seem like a crumbling illusion. The former sense of security collapsed in an instant, and was replaced by deep anxiety and panic.

This silver-gray Baidi fighter plane is like a giant eye spying on the world. Its existence not only breaks the tranquility of the night, but also touches the fragile part of everyone's heart.

The commanding office.

The emergency cabinet video meeting, which lasted almost two hours, is still going on.

The air in the commander-in-chief's office was almost frozen, and the only sound was the heavy breathing of Unreliable who was sitting in the office chair.

"Daxia is really going too far. They actually flew fighter planes directly over my head and sent troops to attack the Putian base. This is the most naked provocation to the great Eagle Sauce."

Unreliable's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds before a storm, and his eyes were burning with flames of anger, as if they could penetrate the tightly closed windows and completely melt the culprit in the sky.

On the huge display screen on the wall, each cabinet member had a gloomy expression and frowned brows, but there was a barely perceptible hint of disdain in the depths of their eyes.

There is a tacit understanding among the five permanent members that since they are all major countries with strategic weapons and missiles, they should not use those things to threaten each other.

Now, he has shot himself in the foot.

That young man Chu Yuchen was really a stubborn person. We just shouted a few slogans and he immediately hung that thing over their heads.

It is so unreliable that we can only ask Acheson in the Eagle Sauce to restrain the Pacific Fleet and never cause any accidental firing.

As for the idea of ​​launching strategic missiles to send Daxia's landing fleet into the sea to feed turtles, it has now completely disappeared.

"Bang!"

The door of the office was pushed open with great force, and a tall and strong military officer from the Commander's Office rushed in hurriedly, obviously not paying attention to the serious atmosphere in the room. He held a document in his hand, sweat dripped down his temples, and his eyes revealed anxiety and urgency.

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief."

He stood at attention and saluted, his voice trembling slightly.

"Putian Base sent a report... Daxia dispatched more than 20 mecha warriors over 20 meters tall to attack their defense position. In less than three minutes, the entire air defense position was destroyed, and our army suffered countless casualties...

Major General MacDonald was forced to surrender..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire meeting room froze in an instant, and the cabinet members on the screen had different expressions and mixed feelings.

Kaopu's face turned even darker. He stood up suddenly, snatched the document from the other person's hand, and quickly looked through it.

Every word on the document was like a needle piercing his heart, making him feel an unbearable burden.

"Bah!"

Suddenly, he slammed the table. The loud noise made the cabinet members on the screen shrink their necks unconsciously, and obvious marks were left on the heavy wooden desk, showing how much force he had used.

"Start a war, I want to start a war!"

Unreliable was like an enraged lion, roaring heart-wrenchingly. The sound echoed in the spacious room like thunder, shaking the glass windows slightly.

"Acheson, immediately order the Pacific Fleet to launch a counterattack against Daxia and sink all of their landing fleets."

His unreliable fists were clenched tightly, and the joints turned pale due to excessive force. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were wide open, burning with anger, as if he wanted to swallow up the whole world.

"Your Excellency, the Great Commander, please calm down and think about it."

Defense Secretary Acheson, who was called out by name, sighed helplessly, his voice full of uneasiness and caution, for fear of accidentally angering the angry man in front of him.

"The situation is very sensitive now, and if we act rashly, it may lead to unforeseen consequences."

"Calm down? My face has been rubbed on the ground countless times by the Daxia people."

Unreliable stretched out his hand, pointed at his own face which was red with anger, and roared:

"And each time it's worse than the last time, and you want me to stay calm? How can I stay calm?"

"Your Excellency the Unreliable Commander."

Aitchison took a deep breath, tried to maintain a calm tone, and persuaded: "I completely understand your feelings... If Daxia didn't have that damn Baidi fighter and the mysterious mecha warrior, I would definitely be the first to support your decision."

Acheson paused for a moment, and then continued to persuade earnestly with a higher voice:

“But we have to face the reality.

The new weapons and technologies displayed by Daxia are clearly beyond our expectations. If we respond hastily, we may fall into their trap or provoke an escalation of conflict that we are not prepared for.

And, most importantly, God knows whether the Daxia people have hidden more weapons that are comparable to or even superior to the Baidi fighters and mecha warriors.

Our Eagle Sauce Army has no chance of winning against such an opponent."

As soon as Acheson finished speaking, the entire office fell into deathly silence again, a silence that was almost suffocating.

On the video screen, the expressions of every cabinet member became extremely focused. Their eyes were like deep lakes, reflecting the turbulent emotions in their hearts.

Under the light, everyone's facial lines were outlined extremely clearly. Tension, worry, expectation, all kinds of emotions intertwined together, turning into solemn faces, thinking seriously about Acheson's words.