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

One day later.

Inside the Pentagon's top-secret meeting room.

The lights were dimmed to their lowest setting, with only the bluish-white glow from the projector illuminating the room.

President Howell sat in the middle of the long table, with the highest-ranking military generals and intelligence chiefs of the United States sitting on both sides.

The calmness and confidence that originally graced their faces gradually solidified into an indescribable fear as the images on the screen played.

“Play that part again.”

Howell's voice was dry and low, and his fingers were clasped tightly around the armrests of the chair, his knuckles turning white.

Intelligence officer Colonel Michael nodded and operated the remote control to rewind the video.

In the picture, a strange-looking fighter jet was hovering less than a hundred meters away from the F-15 formation, like some kind of ghost from the future.

Its diamond-shaped outline, unique double vertical tail design, and flat nose all declare that it is an existence that transcends its time.

"it's out of the question."

Air Force Chief of Staff General Hansen muttered to himself, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a crisp sound.

He had served for forty years and witnessed the transition from propellers to jets, but he had never seen such a revolutionary design.

"No fighter jet can maneuver at that speed and angle and still maintain that low speed."

“This goes against basic aerodynamic principles!”

Howell didn't respond, just stared at the screen.

In the picture, the fighter jet code-named "J-20" easily dodged six Phoenix missiles, its movements as graceful as a predatory bird of prey.

“Where’s our radar? Why can’t it detect it?”

Defense Secretary Stevenson pushed his glasses up, his voice filled with barely concealed uneasiness.

Technical analyst Major Brown swallowed.

"According to Major Anthony's records, that...that plane was almost completely invisible."

"The AN/APG-63 radar can only occasionally pick up a weak signal, like detecting a sparrow."

“A sparrow?”

Howell turned his head sharply, his eyes blazing.

"That thing is the size of a fighter jet, yet it only registers as a sparrow-sized echo on radar?"

The video continued to play, and when the J-20 in the picture suddenly launched a missile and shot down two F-15s in an instant, several gasps were heard in the conference room.

What was most shocking was that there was no warning before the missile was launched - no exposed racks, no radar lock signals, as if the Grim Reaper's scythe appeared out of thin air.

“Is this…is this a technological gap?”

Admiral James asked softly, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Like showing the ancient Romans modern tanks?”

Howell's face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were clearly visible.

Ten months ago, he stood at Andrews Air Force Base and witnessed the first flight of the F-15. At that time, he vowed: "With this aircraft, the air superiority of the Dragon Kingdom will no longer exist."

However, now, Longguo has not only caught up with them, but is even one or two generations ahead.

How can this be?

Just ten months ago, our intelligence showed that they could only produce the prototype of a third-generation fighter similar to the JF-17.

Now they've skipped a whole generation and are going straight to...what? The fifth? The sixth?

"Where is Major Anthony now?"

Howell suddenly asked.

"Pacific Fleet Hospital, sir,"

Intelligence Officer Michael replied.

"His mental state was extremely unstable and he was diagnosed with acute post-traumatic stress disorder."

"The doctor said he kept repeating words like 'ghost' and 'from the future'."

The conference room was dead silent, with only the faint hum of the projector's cooling fan.

The picture freezes at the moment when the J-20 dodges the missile.

The silhouette of the fighter plane was like a sword of Damocles, hanging over the head of the Eagle Sauce's air superiority.

"Is it possible that this video is... fake?"

National Security Advisor Thompson asked tentatively, with a hint of longing in his tone, as if seeking the last psychological comfort.

"Impossible," Secret Service technical expert Allen White shook his head. "We have conducted a comprehensive analysis of the video."

"This is raw data extracted directly from the F-15's onboard camera system, with no signs of editing or modification."

"And..." He paused, "The biometric data on Major Anthony's flight helmet is completely consistent—his heart rate, blood pressure, and adrenaline levels all reached extreme levels when he witnessed that fighter plane."

“His fear is real.”

Howell stood up, walked to the projection screen, and reached out to touch the outline of the J-20, as if to confirm some unreal existence.

How did this happen?"

His voice trembled a little, a rare moment.

"We invested billions of dollars, mobilized the nation's best scientists and engineers, and spent more than a year developing the F-15."

“And how did Longguo, a country that was starving just a few years ago, achieve this?”

No one can answer this question.

"Sir," the Air Force Intelligence Director cleared his throat, "there's another detail you might want to pay attention to."

"Based on video analysis and Major Anthony's report, the J-20 pilot appears to be...very skilled in manipulating this advanced technology."

"Every maneuver he made was with terrifying precision, as if he had been flying this aircraft for years."

Howell looked away from the screen and glanced at everyone in the conference room.

"I understand your idea."

"Gentlemen, the challenges we face are not merely technical."

"If Longguo really masters such technology and is able to mass-produce such fighters..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood the implication.

"I order you to convene a National Security Council meeting immediately to discuss a countermeasure to the Dragon Nation aircraft as soon as possible."

Howell's voice regained some firmness, but the shock and panic in his eyes were still clearly visible.

"At the same time, comprehensively enhance the collection of technical intelligence on the Dragon Nation."

“I want to know how they did it and…what other technologies they have that we don’t know about.”

"Yes, sir!"

Upon hearing this, the senior American military officials surrounding Howell stood up and responded.