Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

at the same time.

Inside the cockpit of a Panamanian freighter.

Smith's finger hovered over the detonator.

At this time, there were still five minutes until the scheduled detonation time, and only the last nautical mile was left to the Dragon Kingdom aircraft carrier formation.

"Wait a little longer..." He stared at the radar screen, "We're almost in the optimal position."

Suddenly, the communicator beeped rapidly.

Smith frowned and picked up the phone: "This is the Morning Star."

"Stop the action immediately!" Johnson's voice came from the other end of the phone. "I repeat again, stop the action immediately! This is a direct order from the President!"

Smith was stunned.

"What? Why? We're about to..."

"Shut up! You idiot! Listen to me!"

There was a hint of fear in Johnson's voice.

"Did you know that Dragon Nation just launched an intercontinental missile off the coast of Los Angeles?!"

"If you dare to detonate 'that device', the next missile will be aimed at Peanut Village! And it may carry a mushroom warhead!"

"You damned fellow, do you really want to see the capital of your country turned into a living hell?!"

There was dead silence in the cockpit.

Smith looked through the porthole at the huge aircraft carrier not far away.

The warships of the Dragon Navy have formed a circle and are ready to board the ship by force at any time.

"But..." His hand was still on the detonator.

“No buts!” Johnson roared. “Turn around and leave immediately! This is the President’s ultimatum!”

Hear the words.

Smith slammed the console hard in frustration.

Three months of preparation and carefully designed plans were wasted.

But he knew very well that any resistance would be futile in the face of an intercontinental missile that might carry a mushroom warhead.

“Damn it!” he cursed, grabbing the intercom. “Turn around now! Evacuate at full speed!”

Hear Smith's order.

The huge hull of the freighter drew an arc on the sea.

The bow of the ship, which was originally pointing directly at the Longguo aircraft carrier, is now slowly turning.

On the Dragon State aircraft carrier, Song Zhenhua put down his binoculars: "The enemy is turning."

"Should we intercept?" asked the staff officer.

Song Zhenhua shook his head: "No need. Let them go."

He knew the limits of such moments too well.

Since the other party has already admitted defeat, there is no need to take matters to the extreme.

Moreover, at this moment, on the other side of the Pacific, a greater victory was already assured.

The cargo ship's engine roared, stirring up a line of white waves on the sea.

Smith stood in the cockpit, watching the light on the radar screen representing the Dragon Country aircraft carrier gradually disappear into the distance.

“One day…”

He said through gritted teeth.

But before he could finish his words, the communicator rang again.

"Smith, forget about it!"

"From now on, the Pacific is no longer ours to rule."

Hearing this, Smith silently turned off the communicator.

He knew Johnson was right.

When a big country with intercontinental missiles says "no", even the Americans have to give in.

The cargo ship gradually disappeared in the vast ocean.

On the deck, the container containing "that device" was still intact.

But its existence has turned from a deadly weapon into a ridiculous joke...

Song Zhenhua stood on the bridge of the aircraft carrier, watching the freighter going away.

He knew that from this moment on, the power structure of the entire Pacific would change.

When Longguo shocked the entire United States with a missile, the world had entered a new era.

"Pass my order," he picked up the intercom, "the entire ship is de-militarized!"

"Change course! Target Frog Island!"

"Yes!"

As night falls, only a few lights remain on the sea.

This thrilling confrontation ended silently.

But everyone knows that this is not the end, but the beginning of a new era...

……

Inside the underground bunker, dim emergency lights cast flickering shadows on the concrete walls.

"No news yet?" Kong Yige asked the communicator for the tenth time, his voice filled with anxiety. "No response from the Eagle Sauce people yet?"

The communicator was about to shake his head when suddenly a burst of noise came from the radio.

He quickly adjusted the receiving frequency: "Wait! There's news!"

Kong Yige suddenly jumped up from his chair, rushed to the communication desk and asked excitedly.

"Hurry! Tell me! Are the Americans coming to rescue us?"

The communicator's expression became strange.

"Report...report to the Chairman..."

"The freighter 'Morning Star' suddenly changed course and is leaving the war zone at maximum speed..."

"What?" Kong Yige's voice trembled. "Why is this happening? Quick! Contact Smith for me!"

The operator's fingers moved quickly on the radio, but only noise came from the other side.

Just then, a series of rapid telegraph codes sounded.

"Here it comes! It's the encrypted channel of the Eagle Country Factory Guard!"

The correspondent quickly recorded it and then began to decode it.

The underground bunker was dead silent, with only the ticking of the telegraph machine echoing.

Kong Yige stared at the communicator's hand nervously, even breathing became cautious.

The other staff members also held their breath, waiting for the news that might determine their fate.

The communicator's hand suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Kong Yige asked anxiously. "What did Smith say?"

“The red… red light project has been cancelled.”

The communicator's voice was trembling.

"Smith said that due to special reasons, the operation was terminated and all plans were cancelled."

"Impossible!" Kong Yige snatched the message. "This is impossible!"

“The Americans promised to help me! They said…”

However, the cold numbers on the code book ruthlessly confirmed this fact.

His hands began to tremble and the telegram paper slipped from his fingers.

"It's over..." he muttered to himself, "It's all over..."

Kong Yige's legs went limp and he fell heavily to the ground.

The once invincible "Commander-in-Chief" was now like a rag doll with all the strength drained away.

From the top of the underground bunker came the rumbling of cannons.

The Dragon Kingdom's artillery fire continued, bombarding the ground wave after wave.

But at this moment, these explosions sounded like a death knell of despair in Kong Yige's ears.

"Chairman..." an aide said cautiously, "perhaps we should..."

"Shut up!" Kong Yige yelled hysterically, "Everyone, shut up!"

He huddled in a corner with his head in his hands.

The once powerful "commander" was now like an abandoned child, shivering in the dark.

"Why..." His voice was filled with tears, "Why did the Americans abandon me? They clearly promised..."

No one answered him.

The only sounds in the underground bunker were his intermittent sobbing and the constant explosions coming from above his head.

The communicator was still mechanically guarding the radio, but he knew that there would be no new messages.

The Americans abandoned them like a worn-out chess piece.

And in this dark and damp underground fortress, the once invincible "Commander-in-Chief" is experiencing the last moments of his life.

There is no glory, no dignity, only endless despair and fear.

The sound of artillery fire overhead grew closer, and dust continued to fall from the concrete walls.

But Kong Yige no longer cared about these things. He just sat on the ground blankly, his eyes empty, like a body without a soul.

This once powerful chairman is now nothing more than a pitiful creature abandoned by the times, awaiting his final judgment in the basement...