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As night deepened, the White House in the United States remained brightly lit, and a tense atmosphere hung over every corner like a heavy, dark cloud.

The president paced back and forth in his office, his anxiety evident, his hands unconsciously pulling at his wig, but this did nothing to alleviate his inner turmoil and unease.

The defense minister, his face flushed, shouted aggressively, waving his arms and yelling, "The Thais are too audacious! This is absolutely intolerable!"

This trend must be nipped in the bud, otherwise those so-called third-rate countries in the world will see an opportunity and dare to brandish weapons at us Americans, and our American prestige will be completely destroyed!

The CIA director's eyes gleamed with excitement and eagerness as he said, "We still have some people in Thailand, all highly trained elites. With just a word from the White House, I guarantee they can create a storm in Thailand, achieve remarkable results, and teach Thailand a profound lesson."

At this moment, a woman in a business suit frowned and calmly analyzed, "I think there's something very wrong with this. How could a crown prince be so arrogant and shout at three different countries at the United Nations General Assembly? There must be something more to this than meets the eye. Unless the King of Thailand has given him permission, he would never dare to act like this."

The CIA director stroked his chin, lost in thought, then slowly said, "If it really was at the behest of the Thai King, then this matter deserves our serious consideration. That old man is over 80 years old and doesn't have much time left. How likely is it that he would send his son to the UN General Assembly to test the waters at this time?"

The Secretary of Defense, visibly agitated, slammed his fist on the table and declared, "Regardless of whether it's a test or not, and regardless of their intentions, we must retaliate. Otherwise, what will become of the dignity of the United States of America? Our international standing will be severely challenged!"

The CIA director calmly retorted, "What kind of retaliation are you talking about? Is it economic sanctions? Or sending a fleet directly to the Indian Ocean? Do you think the King of Thailand wouldn't have thought of the methods we can think of?"

Didn't you see the video of the Thai Crown Prince? He listed out all three of our most commonly used tactics, which means they must have thorough countermeasures in place for each of our methods. Otherwise, they would never dare to openly target the United States, defying the world's condemnation.

The CIA director's eyes lit up, and he suggested, "Thailand doesn't have nuclear weapons. I think we just need to send a nuclear submarine. Let the deterrent effect of nuclear weapons show them our power."

Several officials chuckled upon hearing this. The CIA director nodded and said, "The nuclear threat tactic is old-fashioned, but it's very effective, especially against third-rate countries, who often succumb to the fear of nuclear weapons."

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open, and a nervous-looking staff member hurried in, approached the president, lowered his head, and whispered something in the president's ear.

The president's face turned deathly pale instantly. His eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "What did you say? The nuclear weapons malfunctioned? Are you sure you're not joking?"

The president's voice trembled with shock. He quickly picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

With each phone call he put down, his face grew darker, and the veins on his forehead bulged with anger and anxiety.

Finally, he slammed the phone on the table and shouted angrily, "All of America's nuclear weapons have malfunctioned! What on earth happened?"

The Minister of Defense's face turned ashen; he knew perfectly well what those words meant.

Nuclear weapons are an important deterrent force for the United States on the international stage. If they were to fail completely, the United States' military advantage would be greatly diminished.

The CIA director was also shocked, muttering to himself, "How could this be? What happened? This is simply unbelievable."

A middle-aged man in a five-star general's uniform frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Is it possible that this is the threat posed by the Thai Crown Prince? Perhaps they possess some kind of advanced technology that we are unaware of, capable of disabling our nuclear weapons."

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately voiced their denial. The CIA director said dismissively, "If Thailand possessed such technology, they wouldn't be hiding behind China and taking pleasure in bullying Cambodia. They simply don't have that kind of capability."

Everyone agreed with what they heard and nodded in approval.

After another half hour of heated discussion, no one could come up with a reasonable explanation.

Just then, the woman's phone rang. She answered it, listened intently, and her expression gradually became serious.

After hanging up the phone, the woman looked at the silent president and respectfully said, "Mr. President, the cabinet has already met and discussed this. The complete malfunction of our nuclear weapons just happened, and it doesn't seem to be the work of the Thais."

Although the nuclear weapons malfunctioned, as long as we don't say anything, no one will know. Their opinion is that it's precisely at times like these that we need to demonstrate our strength. We can use less drastic measures to test Thailand's reaction and see just how confident they really are.

After listening, the president pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, and looked at the Minister of Defense, saying, "Dispatch the Seventh Fleet into the Indian Ocean to conduct probing actions in Thai waters."

We must be mindful of our actions. What we want is not slaughter, but deterrence. We need to let the Thais know that the strength of our United States should not be underestimated.

"Yes, Mr. President!" The Secretary of Defense immediately stood at attention and saluted, then turned and hurriedly left the office to arrange the fleet's operations.

The next morning, the sun shone on the shimmering Indian Ocean.

In Thailand's territorial waters, a majestic cruiser, accompanied by more than a dozen attack submarines, missile destroyers, and frigates, swaggered along, its massive hull cutting through the sea and stirring up layers of white spray.

They were like a group of uninvited guests, recklessly intruding into Thai waters with a strong sense of provocation.

They happened to encounter two Thai destroyers, and the radar on the Thai destroyers immediately emitted a sharp alarm.

The officers and men on the destroyer immediately tensed up and quickly entered combat readiness.

The captain decisively issued an order, and the destroyer immediately issued a warning signal and promptly reported the detailed situation to the home side via radio.

However, the US fleet completely ignored the warnings from the Thai destroyer and continued to sail in Thai waters as if nothing was wrong.

Ten minutes later, the situation suddenly became tense. A loud bang was heard, and a missile was launched from the US fleet, accurately hitting a Thai destroyer.

Instantly, the destroyer burst into flames, billowing thick smoke, and began to list. Amidst the deafening explosions and the cries of its crew, the destroyer slowly sank to the bottom of the sea.

Meanwhile, the other destroyer, under the captain's command, quickly changed course and left the area.

Half an hour later, after learning the details, the King of Thailand appeared grief-stricken and furious.

He immediately reported the details of the incident to the whole country, and the entire nation was immersed in grief.

The Thai flag was slowly lowered to half-mast, and the entire nation observed a moment of silence for the fallen soldiers.

People gathered in the square, bowing their heads in silent mourning, their eyes filled with grief and indignation, and condemnation of American hegemony.

The King of Thailand personally called the United Nations, his voice low but firm, strongly condemning the United States' hegemonic behavior. He solemnly told the UN: "The United States must hand over the prisoners within 24 hours, or Thailand will retaliate. We will not tolerate this aggression, and we will defend the sovereignty and dignity of our nation."

Twenty-four hours later, the atmosphere inside the Grand Palace in Thailand was solemn and tense.

In a live broadcast on Thai television, Crown Prince Cheng Yi stood on the steps of the palace with a firm and sharp gaze, surrounded by numerous officials and members of the public.

Cheng Yi's voice was loud and impassioned, echoing throughout Thailand: "No one can walk away with their head held high after bullying Thailand. We Thais will never be weak, and we will defend our country with our actions."

After saying that, Cheng Yi took a deep breath and shouted loudly, "Anyone who dares to offend Thailand, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a dazzling golden light suddenly flew out from behind Cheng Yi's body, illuminating the entire palace like a brilliant sun.

The golden light quickly condensed, transforming into a golden-bodied man with three heads and six arms.

This golden-bodied man was majestic and imposing. He held a demon-slaying sword in one hand, the blade of which gleamed with a cold light. In both hands, he held the Purple Flame Serpent Spear and Fire-Tipped Spear, the tips of which were wreathed in purple flames. On both arms were encased divine artifacts with rising purple flames—ten rings, on which the purple flames leaped and crackled.

On one arm is the Ghost Cage, the cage shimmering with a mysterious light. He holds a golden holy sword, radiating a sacred light that makes people dare not look directly at him. Under his feet is the Zhong Kui Sword, the golden bricks radiating a dazzling golden light. The round Dinghai Pearl emits a soft light, and the Kunlun magic weapon, the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, flies around his body.

The three-headed, six-armed, enraged Nezha appeared out of nowhere, majestic and awe-inspiring, exuding a murderous aura.

Every movement he made carried a powerful sense of strength, and every glance seemed to pierce the enemy's heart. His presence was like a towering mountain, inspiring awe and fear in his enemies.

Many people from China stared wide-eyed at the golden statue on television, which looked like it had 9D special effects, and exclaimed in amazement.

Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas? How can a Thai prince have a Chinese Dharma image?"

Upon further inquiry, I discovered he was actually Chinese. That explains it; it makes sense now.

The whole of Thailand was in an uproar because of Crown Prince Cheng Yi's amazing performance. With such a powerful Crown Prince as a backer, what is there to be afraid of?

The three-headed, six-armed Nezha, his body gleaming with dazzling golden light, soared into the clouds at incredible speed, like a golden lightning bolt, hurtling towards the distant Indian Ocean.

His three heads had eyes that seemed to flash like lightning, and his six arms were bulging with muscles, each gripping an incomparably sharp sword and a fiery red-tasseled spear, the tip of which gleamed with a cold light as if it could tear through the void.

Around his body, magical treasures such as the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, golden bricks, and the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl swirled and danced, emitting a buzzing sound.

Meanwhile, far away in the White House in the United States, the atmosphere was so tense it seemed to freeze.

The president sat upright in his large chair, his eyes fixed on the television screen, his mouth slightly open, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

A group of officials also gathered around, staring intently at the screen, their faces pale and their eyes revealing deep fear.

On the screen, Cheng Yi's golden body and three heads and six arms were clearly visible, and the sword and gun in his hand exuded a chilling aura.

The officials whispered among themselves, their voices trembling: "This... how is this possible? Someone can actually grow three heads, six arms, and fly into the sky! That weapon looks formidable."

The president slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the Minister of Defense, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.

The Secretary of Defense swallowed hard, trying to appear calm, and said, "Mr. President, it seems he's heading towards the Seventh Fleet. I've already informed the Seventh Fleet, and the Navy and Air Force are fully prepared."

Sure enough, Cheng Yi was spotted by the Air Force's advance patrol planes before he even reached the Seventh Fleet's location.

The plane circled high in the sky, its radar flashing.

The pilot's eyes widened as he stared at the unusual signal that suddenly appeared on the screen, and he shouted in alarm, "Target detected! Unidentified flying object detected! Attack immediately!"

With his shout, two missiles roared out from the aircraft's launch pad, trailing long plumes of white smoke, like two ferocious venomous snakes, rushing towards Cheng Yi.

The missile pierced the sky with a sharp whistling sound, tearing the air apart.

Cheng Yi keenly sensed the danger in mid-air. His eyes sharpened, and he firmly planted his feet on the flying sword. Like an agile eagle, he dodged to the side with ease, easily avoiding the first missile.

The missile whizzed past his body and exploded in the air not far away, creating a huge fireball.

However, before he could fully regain his footing, the second missile slammed into him.

With a deafening roar, the shockwave from the explosion acted like an invisible wall, sending Cheng Yi flying.

Smoke and fire filled the air around him, completely enveloping his figure.

The Air Force pilot in the cockpit, seeing this, laughed triumphantly and excitedly shouted into the communicator, "Target hit! Repeat! Target hit!"

However, before his laughter had completely subsided, a white light flashed by like a ghost.

Cheng Yi had appeared beside the plane without anyone noticing. The demon-slaying sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light. With a gentle wave, a large, transparent hole appeared in the plane's fuselage.

The alarm blared sharply in the cockpit. The pilot stared in terror, but before he could react, the plane exploded in mid-air with a loud bang, and debris rained down.