Chapter 80 The Unknown Fear

Thirty thousand meters above sea level.

That arrogant TR-3 B, along with nearly a hundred meters of space around it, was ruthlessly swallowed and annihilated before that "space singularity" the size of a needle tip.

There was no explosion, no flash of fire, not even a whisper of sound.

It was completely "erased" from this world, just like that, without a sound.

The entire process took less than half a second.

The singularity then vanished, as if it had never appeared.

The sky remained that vast, dead-silent sky.

...

"scavenger" project, underground Command Center.

On the giant screen, the red dot representing the TR-3 B flickered the moment it overlapped with the green crosshair.

And then, it just... vanished into thin air.

It disappeared completely.

"Target... signal... disappeared..."

The technician in charge of monitoring stared fixedly at the empty screen, his voice becoming sharp and distorted from extreme shock. He repeatedly checked the equipment, thinking the machine had malfunctioned.

The entire Command Center fell into an eerie, pin-drop silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, as if trying to find traces of that red dot again on the virtual airspace map.

But, there was nothing.

It was as if it had been forcibly wiped off the map by an invisible hand.

"Did it succeed?"

After a full half-minute, Academician Wang finally trembled as he uttered these three words.

No one answered him.

Because everyone was still immersed in the immense shock brought about by the miracle-like scene just now.

Silent, soundless.

At an altitude of thirty thousand meters, precisely erasing a target flying at several times the speed of sound.

Not even a single piece of wreckage was left behind.

This was no longer a "weapon."

This was "divine punishment"!

"Hehe... haha... hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a burst of suppressed, yet growing, laughter broke the silence.

It was Chen Weiguo.

This old man, who had spent his whole life as a man of iron and blood, looked at the empty screen, first chuckling, then laughing up at the sky until tears streamed down his face.

"Success! We succeeded!"

"Hahahaha! Eagle Sauce! Your TR-3 B! Your 'Black Legend'! Just like that, it's gone!"

"It didn't even make a sound before it was gone!"

Chen Weiguo's laughter was like the most potent stimulant, instantly igniting the entire Command Center!

"We won! We won!"

"It was shot down! We really shot it down!"

"Holy shit! That's so fucking awesome! This is fucking amazing!"

At this moment, all the experts, scholars, and soldiers cast aside all their restraint and status.

Like children, they hugged wildly, roared, and jumped!

A white-haired old professor took off his expensive glasses and threw them fiercely into the air!

The grievances, unwillingness, and anger that had been pent up for decades were, at this moment, completely and thoroughly vented!

We are no longer the students who can only struggle to catch up behind others!

Starting today!

We are... the teachers!

Lin Yuan leaned back in the cockpit seat, watching the national treasure-level experts in the Command Center who looked like they had gone mad, and he also grinned, giggling foolishly.

This feeling was ten thousand times better than getting rich himself!

To be able to vent such pent-up anger for his own country, for these lovely and respectable people, with his own hands.

This sense of achievement could not be measured by any amount of money.

...

Meanwhile.

Eagle Sauce, Nevada, a certain secret air force base.

In the command hall, the atmosphere was similarly dead silent.

But unlike the carnival at the "scavenger" base, the silence here was cold, filled with fear and disbelief.

On the giant screen, the signal dots representing the TR-3 B for "Lone Wolf" and "Viper" had just vanished without any warning.

"Calling Lone Wolf! Calling Lone Wolf! Please respond if you hear me!"

"Viper! Report your situation! Report immediately!"

The communications officer shouted hoarsely, but the only response was the dead silence of static.

"What's going on?!" The base's Commander, a white-haired Air Force General, rushed to the console and grabbed the technical director by the collar. "Is it a communication failure?!"

"No... no, General..." The technical director's face was as pale as paper, his voice trembling. "All our data links with the TR-3 B, including the vital sign monitoring system, were simultaneously... cut off half a second ago."

"Cut off?!" The General's heart sank.

He knew the meaning of that word; it wasn't "interrupted," but "cut off," clean and efficient, leaving no trace.

This meant that the TR-3 B and the two pilots inside had likely ceased to exist in this world half a second ago.

"Were we attacked?!" the General roared. "What about our early warning satellites?! Did they detect anything?!"

"No... nothing, General..." the technical director's voice sounded like he was about to cry. "All early warning systems failed to detect any missile launch signals, nor were there any energy reactions from laser weapons."

"Nothing at all?" The General was stunned.

"Yes, General... nothing at all." The technical director trembled, pointing to a data window on the screen that had just been transmitted from the rear intelligence center.

"There is only one... discovery."

"Our 'Keyhole' series high-resolution reconnaissance satellite captured an extremely weak, fleeting... spatial gravitational anomaly in the vicinity of the airspace where the TR-3 B signal vanished at the exact same moment."

"The signal characteristics of this anomaly..." The technical director swallowed hard, speaking in a tone as if he were sleepwalking:

"Are exactly the same as the 'God Signal' we captured last time in the East Sea when the Little Sun Country flag disappeared..."

"Completely identical."

"Boom—!"

This sentence was like an invisible heavy hammer, slamming hard onto the General's head!

His body swayed violently. If not for the guard next to him holding him up in time, he likely would have collapsed to the ground.

It really was them!

It really was Great Xia Country!

They really mastered that kind of god-like space weapon!

It's over.

Only these two words remained in the General's mind.

He knew that from today on, the era of global technological hegemony that Eagle Sauce had maintained for nearly a century... was over.

A brand new "God-level player," whom they could not understand, could not fight, and could not even look up to, had quietly stepped onto the stage of history.

And they didn't even know what the opponent's weapon looked like.

This unknown fear was the most lethal of all.