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Lieutenant Lebedev's urgent report struck the Kremlin like a bolt of lightning.

The correspondent rushed into the meeting room with a pale face and handed over the telegram with trembling hands.

"Emergency! Moscow's air defense forces report that an unidentified flying object is flying towards the Kremlin! It cannot be captured by radar! It cannot be intercepted!"

The conference room exploded instantly.

All previous discussions about the Arctic Ocean explosion were interrupted, and an unprecedented atmosphere of panic spread.

"Is it a nuclear bomber?" Marshal Malinov stood up suddenly, his voice hoarse.

“Not sure, but it’s approaching the center of Moscow at breakneck speed!”

The communicator replied, his voice trembling with fear.

For a moment, the conference room was in chaos.

Several generals and security personnel immediately rushed towards Joseph, and regardless of his wishes, they grabbed his arms and began to drag him towards the underground air-raid shelter.

“The Supreme Leader must be moved immediately!” the security chief shouted. “Every second is crucial!”

However, to everyone's surprise, Joseph suddenly burst out with amazing strength and broke free from the people who were supporting him.

His face flushed crimson, and there was a gleam in his eyes that was almost mad.

“Let me go!” he roared, his voice echoing through the conference room. “You cowards! Joseph won’t hide in a hole like a rat!”

He straightened his military uniform, stood there with his head held high, and a terrifying determination in his eyes.

"If the Kremlin is doomed to fall, I will fall with it! The leader of the Soviet Union will never flee from the enemy!"

No one dared to approach him again, and no one dared to disobey his will.

Joseph glanced around at the pale-faced senior officials, a sarcastic sneer on his face.

"Everyone, if you are afraid of death, you can go to the air-raid shelter on your own."

"I want to see with my own eyes what could have made the Russian air defense system so incompetent!"

After saying that, he strode towards the door of the conference room without looking back.

The authority he had built up over the years meant that no one dared to stop him.

Joseph walked through the long corridors of the Kremlin, with guards and staff members huddling against the walls in fear to make way.

The entire palace was filled with a tense atmosphere, the alarms blared shrilly, and people rushed to the underground air defense facilities in panic.

But Joseph turned a deaf ear.

His steps were steady and resolute, as if he were walking towards an important parade rather than possible death.

Behind him, several loyal guards and senior generals who were reluctant to leave followed silently, including Marshal Malinov and Army Commander Bogdanov.

Finally, Joseph pushed open the Kremlin's gate leading to Red Square, and a cold night wind blew towards him.

He stood on the steps and looked up at the Moscow night sky.

At that moment, he saw it—

A huge, black, triangular shape was passing over Moscow, piercing the clouds with incredible grace.

It has none of the roar of a traditional aircraft, just a low, almost imperceptible hum.

In the moonlight, its surface had an eerie blue-black sheen, devoid of any national emblems or identifying symbols.

This was the Dragon Nation’s secret weapon—a flying machine that was beyond its time. Joseph’s thoughts reverberated in his mind.

He stood there, his hands clenched into fists, his heart overwhelmed by an indescribable complex emotion.

Shock, horror, anger, but strangely, a hint of grudging admiration.

This is impossible... This shouldn't be the case... How could Dragon Country possess such advanced technology?

The delta-wing aircraft was getting closer and closer, and it seemed to have spotted Joseph and his entourage standing on the edge of Red Square.

Suddenly, it changed its course and flew directly towards Red Square, lowering its altitude.

Joseph could sense the desperate whispers and prayers of the people behind him. Marshal Malinov even murmured, “This is the end…”

But Joseph did not flinch, nor did he close his eyes. He stood tall, staring directly at the aircraft from the future, ready to meet his fate.

If this is the end, so be it.

Joseph, a man of steel, would not go down in history as having died with his back turned to his enemies.

The aircraft is now only a few hundred meters above the ground, and its huge triangular shape almost blocks out the entire sky above Red Square.

Joseph could even see the bomb bay door open on its belly.

At this critical moment, an unbelievable scene happened——

Instead of dropping bombs on the Kremlin or the center of Red Square, the aircraft precisely dropped its payload on the parade ground in front of Red Square.

Dozens of bombs rained down, and the flashes of explosions lit up the entire Moscow night sky.

Deafening explosions continued one after another, the ground shook violently, and the shock wave even blew off Joseph's military cap.

But strangely, the damage caused by the explosion was strictly limited to the playground, and not a single bomb fell near Red Square or the Kremlin.

It was not a devastating blow but a precise, controlled demonstration.

Joseph stood there, his lip trembling slightly, his eyes narrowed in the bright light.

Even at this moment, he still maintained the dignity of a leader, but his heart had been shaken.

They could easily have destroyed the Kremlin... destroyed me... but they didn't.

This is more insulting than killing me, it is a show of strength to the whole world.

After completing its "mission", the mysterious delta-wing aircraft suddenly rose, let out a sharp whistle, and rushed almost vertically into the sky.

It drew a graceful arc over Moscow, then turned and flew towards the Dragon Kingdom.

The whole process took only a few minutes, but it completely changed the world's power structure.

Joseph stood on the steps, watching the black triangular figure getting smaller and smaller until it finally disappeared in the night sky in the east.

There was no expression on his face, but his clenched fists and slightly trembling body revealed his inner turmoil.

Commander Bogdanov approached Joseph cautiously: "Comrade Joseph, we should go back inside... It's not safe here..."

Joseph didn't respond immediately. His gaze remained fixed on the direction where the aircraft had disappeared, as if lost in some deep thought.

Finally, he nodded slowly and turned to face his entourage.

In the firelight, Joseph's face looked unusually serious and aged. Those eyes, having experienced countless crises, were now filled with an unprecedented worry...