49: Chapter 49 The US Aircraft Carrier Sinked? It's a Misunderstanding, the Fishing Rod is Leaking Electricity

"Click."

That was an extremely slight sound of a plastic button rebounding.

But at that moment, this sound seemed to become the Grim Reaper's snap.

The black fishing rod in Jiang Chen's hand, which was the "Gravity Capture Device" from the Wasteland, suddenly erupted with a heart-stopping hum.

The blue beam of light that was originally outputting gravitational waves steadily changed color the moment that red button was pressed.

Blue turned to white.

That was the tragic, deathly white color presented after high-voltage arcs were compressed to the extreme.

"Buzz — Boom!!!"

There was no roar of thunder descending; there was only a bang that tore through the air.

A terrifying current of hundreds of millions of volts followed that invisible gravitational channel, ignoring the insulation layer, ignoring air resistance, like a violent dragon of thunder, instantly crossing hundreds of meters of sea surface and slamming hard into the thick alloy armor of the USS Freedom aircraft carrier.

There was no suspense.

At this moment, physical rules seemed to have failed.

That nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, representing the pinnacle of human industry and claiming to possess the strongest electromagnetic shielding system, was as brittle as tinfoil in the face of this "execution-grade" current originating from future technology.

"Crackle —"

The moment the current entered the body, a layer of blinding plasma halo instantly lit up on the surface of the entire aircraft carrier.

Countless blue-white electric snakes scurried wildly on the deck, and wherever they passed, the fighter jets that had not yet slid into the sea instantly caught fire and exploded, turning into brilliant fireworks.

And this was merely the appearance.

The true destruction happened inside.

In the command room, Captain Miller still maintained the posture of gripping the helm tightly with both hands, his face ferocious, intending to ram Jiang Chen.

The next second.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

All instrument panels, radar screens, and fire control system monitors shattered simultaneously.

Sparks flew everywhere, and black smoke billowed.

The pungent smell of scorching filled the entire space instantly.

The originally brightly lit command room instantly plunged into dead silence and darkness, with only the indicator lights of the emergency channels emitting a miserable green faint light, reflecting the terrified and twisted faces of everyone.

"Ah!!!"

Countless screams rang out, and the communication soldiers wearing headphones covered their ears and rolled on the ground in pain; the current burned through their eardrums along the headphone wires.

Even more terrifying was the bottom cabin.

"Alarm! Alarm! Reactor control system offline!"

"Cooling pump stopped! Core temperature abnormally rising!"

"Starting emergency shutdown procedure... Procedure error! Unable to execute!"

That nuclear reactor, which provided endless power to this steel behemoth, had now turned into a time bomb that could detonate at any moment.

After the control chip was instantly incinerated by the high-voltage current, its only self-protection mechanism—the gravity drop rods—finally relied on the most primitive mechanical principle to "clatter" into the core.

Power, cut off.

That huge warship, which was originally aggressive and carrying 100,000 tons of kinetic energy to ram the yacht, was like a giant whose soul had been suddenly sucked away, emitting a dull and unwilling wail.

The huge hull continued to slide forward for several hundred meters under the effect of inertia, and the huge waves it brought up even slapped against the bottom of Jiang Chen's yacht.

But it finally stopped.

Less than fifty meters away from the yacht.

The huge shadow loomed over Jiang Chen, full of oppressive force.

But at this moment, this shadow was no longer a threat of death, but a... steel corpse that was billowing with black smoke and even starting to tilt slightly to the right.

Deathly silence.

The sea breeze blew past, rolling away a part of the black smoke, revealing the charred wrecks on the deck.

Jiang Chen stood on the bow of the yacht, looking at this apocalyptic scene in front of him, and raised his eyebrows.

He slowly loosened the red button in his hand, and the deadly beam of light connecting the two ships instantly dissipated.

Then, he did an action that stunned netizens all over the world.

As if he had been scalded, he abruptly threw the fishing rod onto the deck, shaking his hands while complaining to the camera:

"Damn! What kind of piece of junk is this?!"

"It's leaking electricity! My hands are numb!"

In the live broadcast room, the millions of netizens who had originally been shocked into losing the ability to speak finally came to their senses, and the barrage exploded like an avalanche.

"???????"

"Leaking electricity? To hell with leaking electricity! Can your fishing rod paralyze an aircraft carrier by leaking electricity?"

"The Eagle: I report! He's cheating! He used Thor's Hammer as bait!"

"Is this the legendary 'poor quality'? God Jiang, where did you buy this fishing rod? I also want to buy one to fish that BMW that parked randomly at the entrance of my residential area!"

"Don't think about it, upstairs. This isn't leaking electricity; this is clearly a tribulation-crossing scene!"

Jiang Chen picked up the fishing rod, wiped the non-existent dust on it with his sleeve, and shrugged at the camera with an innocent face:

"Well... brothers, you all saw it."

"This really isn't my fault."

"I just wanted to reel the line back in, who knew this fishing rod was of such poor quality that it suddenly short-circuited. You all know, electronic products, they easily short-circuit when they touch seawater; this is very scientific and very reasonable."

He pointed to the aircraft carrier behind him that was smoking and seemingly still slowly taking on water, his tone full of "I'm also very helpless" regret:

"As for this ship... maybe it's because it's old, the circuits have aged, and it can't handle the toss."

"It's one thing to try to scam me, but it broke itself; this kind of luck is truly one of a kind."

"Well... Captain Miller, right?"

Jiang Chen picked up the walkie-talkie and called out to the channel that had turned into dead silence, his tone as concerned as a helpful citizen:

"Are you guys okay? Do you need me to help you call the fire department? Or... call a tow truck?"

"But my yacht is too small to tow your pile of scrap metal. How about you swim back yourselves?"

Answering him was only the dead-like static in the radio.

At this moment, Captain Miller was slumped in the pitch-black command chair, looking at the young man outside the window who was still unscathed and even talking nonsense there, and he had completely collapsed.

His proud fleet, his invincible aircraft carrier, just like that... was ruined?

Electrocuted by a fishing rod?

Who would believe this if it were said out loud! The big shots at The Pentagon would think he was crazy!

"Devil... he is a devil..."

Miller muttered to himself, trembling all over.

Just then, on the distant sea level, a long and low whistle suddenly came.

"Woo —"

Several modern destroyers painted in silver-gray and flying bright red flags were breaking through the waves.

That was the Dragon Kingdom's East Sea Fleet, which had received General Qin Weiguo's death order and had burned their boilers red to come and "protect the driver."

However, when they arrived at the scene and looked at the smoking, lifeless Eagle aircraft carrier, as well as the small yacht leisurely swaying nearby, all the Dragon Kingdom officers and soldiers went silent.

This script... seems a bit different from what they thought?

Didn't they say let us come to fight for our lives?

Why does it feel... like we are here to clean up the mess?

"This is the Dragon Kingdom Navy!"

The destroyer's loudspeaker rang through the sea and sky; although the content was diplomatic language, the tone sounded full of schadenfreude and joy:

"Eagle ships ahead! We have observed that you seem to have suffered a serious mechanical failure and are at risk of sinking!"

"Out of humanitarian spirit, we will conduct... observation of you."

"Cough, that's not right, it is to provide necessary humanitarian rescue!"

"Please do not resist; you can't move anyway!"

Jiang Chen looked at the row of mighty warships, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Came just at the right time."

He waved at the live broadcast camera, hiding his merit and fame:

"Alright, brothers, today's outdoor sea fishing broadcast ends here."

"Although I didn't catch any squid, I caught a big one, so it counts as not coming back empty-handed."

"The police are here to clean up the mess, see you next time!"

After speaking, he decisively ended the broadcast.

Leaving behind only a black screen that left infinite room for imagination, and an aircraft carrier of scrap metal messy in the sea breeze.

This day.

The glasses of military experts around the world shattered all over the floor.

And the term "Dragon Kingdom Fisherman" completely became an unforgettable nightmare in the hearts of Western navies.