48: Chapter 48 This isn't a weapon, it's my deep-sea fishing rod.

Inside the command room of the USS Freedom aircraft carrier, the alarms blared in a chaotic chorus, so shrill that it was maddening.

The veins on the back of Captain Miller's hand, which was gripping the walkie-talkie, bulged, and his pair of originally arrogant blue eyes were now covered in terrifying bloodshot streaks.

He stared fixedly at the almost invisible small yacht outside the window, the fury in his chest enough to set the entire ship ablaze.

More than a dozen F-35Cs!

That was over a billion dollars! Just like that, gone?

Just like dumping dumplings into a pot, someone had shaken them into the sea with a broken fishing rod?

Who the hell could he reason with about this?

"Power on! Connect me to the all-frequency public channel!"

Captain Miller roared, his voice exploding across the sea surface through the high-power loudspeakers, carrying a tone of exasperated trembling:

"The Chinese vessel ahead! I am Captain Miller of the US Navy!"

"Your actions just now constitute a serious war crime! You are using some kind of unknown, highly destructive gravity weapon!"

"I order you to stop the attack immediately! Disengage the lock! Put your hands on your head, walk onto the deck, and surrender! Otherwise, we will consider this a declaration of war against the United States!"

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have been scared out of their wits by such a heavy accusation.

But who is Jiang Chen?

He is a man who dares to bluff even the Wasteland Empress.

At this moment, he was sitting on the yacht's leather sofa, holding a freshly refilled iced cola, and slowly picked up the radio transmitter.

"Static—"

After the crackle of static, Jiang Chen's lazy, even slightly innocent voice clearly spread across the entire sea and into the ears of millions of netizens around the world:

"Uh... Captain Miller, right?"

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't just say whatever you want. What weapon? What declaration of war? The accusation you're throwing around is bigger than the pot lid at my second uncle's house."

Jiang Chen pointed to the 'black stick' in his hand that was still emitting a faint blue glow, looking aggrieved at the live streaming camera:

"Everyone can see, this is just a fishing rod."

"Although it looks a bit sci-fi and the material is a bit hard, it is essentially used for fishing."

"I came here to catch deep-sea giant squids. Who knew you insisted on driving such a huge ship into my hook? And after hitting it, you still want to blame me?"

"You guys aren't even pulling a scam like this, are you?"

Captain Miller listened to the translation and nearly spat blood onto the radar screen.

A scam?

I'm driving a 100,000-ton nuclear-powered aircraft carrier to pull a scam on your tiny yacht?

"Bastard! Do you think I'm an idiot?!"

Miller threw his hat on the ground and pointed at the blue beam of light outside the window that connected the two ships, which was so thin it was almost invisible, "Can a normal fishing line pull an aircraft carrier? Can a normal fishing line shake planes down?!"

"First Officer! Get someone to cut that damn line for me! No matter what method you use! Cut it!"

On the deck, a group of heavily armed US sailors immediately rushed to the ship's side.

That was where the 'fishing line' was connected.

The blue beam of light was deeply embedded in the steel plate of the hull, and the surrounding metal had already twisted and deformed.

"Get the hydraulic shears!"

A master sergeant roared, and two burly men rushed up carrying heavy hydraulic shears specifically designed for cutting through tank armor.

"Clang!"

The huge scissor jaws bit into the beam of light.

"Cut it!"

The two burly men were red in the face and straining, and the hydraulic pump emitted a painful hiss.

However.

The blue light, which looked only as thick as a strand of hair, remained motionless. Instead, the hydraulic shear jaws, which claimed to be able to cut through anything, had two large notches chipped out of them, as if they had bitten into a diamond.

"It's no use! It's too hard!"

"Switch to the chainsaw! Use the diamond blade!"

"Zzzzz—!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

As soon as the high-speed rotating chainsaw touched the beam, the blade shattered instantly, and the fragments flew around like bullets, scaring the surrounding sailors into scrambling for cover.

"Laser cutting! Use the industrial laser!"

Several high-energy laser beams were concentrated on that point.

The result was even more bizarre. The blue light was like a black hole, directly swallowing the laser without even emitting a puff of smoke.

After ten minutes of struggling.

The US sailors were exhausted like dogs and collapsed on the deck, looking at the 'fishing line' that was still standing firm and even glowing slightly, completely desperate.

What the hell is this made of?

Even a Nokia wouldn't be this hard, right?!

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the command center of the Dragon Kingdom, thousands of miles away.

General Qin Weiguo and a group of staff officers were gathered in front of the big screen, watching the real-time footage transmitted by the drone, with strange expressions on their faces, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

"This..."

General Qin Weiguo pointed at the exasperated yet helpless US soldiers on the screen, the corners of his mouth twitching, "Is this what Mr. Jiang called... the civilian version?"

"If it were the military version, would he have to slice this aircraft carrier up?"

The chief of staff next to him wiped off cold sweat and said in a low voice, "Commander, according to the analysis of the technical department, that 'line' does not seem to be a physical substance, but a kind of... highly compressed gravitational field. Let alone a chainsaw, even if you used a nuclear bomb, it probably wouldn't break."

"Good! A good gravitational field indeed!"

General Qin Weiguo slapped his thigh fiercely, his eyes blazing with intensity, "How is this a fishing rod? This is clearly a national strategic tether! Tell the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to insist that it is civilian fishing gear! Whoever questions it must provide proof!"

On the sea.

Jiang Chen looked at the chaotic busywork on the opposite side and couldn't help but yawn.

"Hey, friends over there."

He picked up the walkie-talkie and kindly reminded them, "Don't waste your effort. My line is... ahem, a new type of polymer nanomaterial, very expensive. If you break it, you'll have to pay for it."

"You don't have to pay much, just mortgage that ship of yours to me."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Captain Miller's sanity completely snapped.

As an ace captain of the US Navy, when has he ever suffered such humiliation in his life? Being tied up in the middle of the ocean by one person, one boat, and one rod, unable to move like a dog being walked, and watched by the whole world on a live stream!

If this gets out in the future, how will he be able to hang out in the naval circles?

"Enough!"

Miller's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything.

He pushed the helmsman away, grabbed the steering wheel himself, his voice sounding like a demon crawling out of hell:

"Since you can't cut it, then you don't need to cut it!"

"Pass on my order! All engines to maximum power output!"

"Full left rudder! Ram into him!"

"Ram him and his boat into pieces!"

"Since you want to fish, I'll send you to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish!"

"Rumble—"

As the order was given, the nuclear reactor inside the aircraft carrier let out a roar that was on the verge of its limit.

The huge propellers churned the seawater frantically, whipping up monstrous waves.

The 100,000-ton steel behemoth no longer tried to break free from its restraints, but instead, using this pulling force, it charged towards Jiang Chen's tiny yacht like a collapsing mountain, with the momentum to destroy everything!

The distance was rapidly shrinking.

Five hundred meters... three hundred meters... one hundred meters!

The huge shadow instantly engulfed the yacht, and the sense of oppression was suffocating.

Zhao Gang closed his eyes in despair, the gun in his hand already raised, preparing for a final stand.

The barrage in the live broadcast room also stopped, and everyone was stunned by this crazy scene.

This is an aircraft carrier!

If it hits, let alone a yacht, even a destroyer would be broken in two!

However.

Jiang Chen was still standing at the bow, not moving at all.

The sea breeze ruffled his hair, but it could not disturb the calm mockery in his eyes.

He looked at the huge bow that was getting closer and closer, as if it were about to swallow everything, and sighed helplessly, as if looking at an unruly brat.

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary angler."

"But what I got in return was a collision."

"Fine."

Jiang Chen shook his head and his fingers gently touched the handle of the fishing rod, where there was a red button with a skull logo.

That was the 'execution module' specially installed by the Wasteland designer to deal with giant sea monsters.

"Since you like playing with electricity so much..."

"Then I'll let you experience what... true 'thunder' is."

"Here you go!"

His thumb pressed down without hesitation.