109: Chapter 109 Trying to use sheer numbers with me? I'll just exchange this favor for nuclear-level favors.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The shrill electronic alarm reverberated throughout the spacious and luxurious presidential suite.

Gu Qianqian stared fixedly at the triple-monitor setup before her, her ten fingers typing so fast they became a blur.

On the screen, the dense clusters of red dots representing the Dragon King Island fleet were moving frantically toward the coordinates of Xingang City at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looked like a bloodstain spreading rapidly.

"Boss, this is no joke!"

Gu Qianqian crunched down on the lollipop in her mouth, the plastic stick trembling between her fingertips.

"Three carrier strike groups! And over a dozen amphibious assault ships!"

"Plus those armed helicopters in the sky, buzzing like flies. They've brought out their entire arsenal!"

Afu stood by the sofa, silently slipping on a pair of custom-made steel brass knuckles.

The old man's back was slightly hunched, but the killing intent radiating from his entire body caused the temperature in the room to plummet.

Vampire Princess Anna bared her scarlet fangs, her blood-red nails instantly elongating, glistening with a cold light under the lamps.

Everyone was on high alert.

One hundred thousand well-equipped modern mercenaries, plus a heavy combat group.

This was a terrifying military force capable of toppling a small nation.

Yet, before them, there was only a massive floor-to-ceiling window.

Qin Yuan held a wine glass, the Romanée-Conti inside resembling flowing rubies.

He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the brilliantly lit free trade port below.

The horizon in the distance was pitch black.

Yet, the corners of Qin Yuan's mouth curled up, outlining a cold, bone-chilling arc.

"An army of one hundred thousand?"

He gently swirled his wine glass, his tone devoid of even a hint of panic.

In fact, it carried a touch of undisguised contempt.

"Has this Dragon King Long Xiaotian been a local tyrant on his island for so long that his brain has turned to mush?"

Qin Yuan turned around and set the wine glass casually on the coffee table.

The glass base clinked crisply against the marble.

"Does he still think this is Causeway Bay, fighting for turf with machetes?"

"Does he think having many people and a strong aura is enough to scare his opponent into wetting themselves?"

Vampire Princess Anna froze, a hint of confusion flashing in her scarlet eyes.

"Master, that's one hundred thousand people. If each of them spat once, they could drown this hotel."

"That's assuming they can make it to the hotel entrance alive."

Qin Yuan sat into the leather sofa, crossed his legs, and shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Modern warfare is about information, technology, and logistics."

"He's crammed one hundred thousand people onto those piles of scrap metal, acting as sitting ducks in the middle of the vast ocean."

"This isn't called human wave tactics."

Qin Yuan extended a finger and tapped his temple lightly.

"This is called queuing up to die."

Playing human wave tactics against someone who controls the global SkyNet System and has the backing of a top-tier state machine?

It's like poking a tank with a spear.

It's so stupid it's laughable.

Qin Yuan couldn't be bothered to waste any more words.

He closed his eyes and summoned the azure panel that only he could see in his mind.

[Heavens and Myriad Worlds · Unique Favor System].

Ever since he successively harvested those juicy waves of Child of Destiny—the Divine Doctor, the God of War, and the King of Scavenging.

The favor points accumulated in his account had reached an appalling, astronomical figure.

That long string of zeros radiated a golden, nouveau riche glow.

"System, open the high-level mall."

Qin Yuan muttered in his heart.

The panel switched instantly, and countless items and Causality Law options radiating various lights cascaded down like a waterfall.

He ignored those flashy ancient martial arts techniques and cultivation manuals.

In the face of modern dimensionality-reduction strikes, mortal flesh is a joke.

His gaze locked precisely onto the [Strategic Weaponry] tab.

His finger swiped.

An icon radiating a dark red aura of destruction came into view.

[Superpower Military · Tactical Nuclear Weapon Favor]!

The item description was simple, yet it reeked of a world-destroying, bloody scent.

"Utilize supreme Causality Law to legally and compliantly mobilize the highest military force of a certain superpower's overseas garrison."

"Bonus: Perfect political endorsement and public opinion whitewashing services."

"Redemption price: 10 million high-level favor points."

10 million.

This was enough to buy the total assets of ten small nations.

Qin Yuan didn't even frown.

"Redeem."

"Ding!"

A crisp system notification sound rang in his mind.

"10 million high-level favor points deducted, redemption successful!"

"Causality Law engine activated, rewriting reality logic chain..."

As the system operated.

On the other side of the Earth, thousands of miles away, in the Pentagon of a certain superpower.

An emergency closed-door meeting that shouldn't have existed was suddenly convened under the interference of the Causality Law.

A top-secret intelligence report appeared mysteriously on the Secretary of Defense's desk.

The intelligence indicated: Dragon King Island in the Pacific was secretly developing and attempting to deploy dirty bombs, posing an SS-grade extreme terrorist threat to global security!

And the fact that the Dragon King Island fleet had deployed in full force was precisely to launch a terrorist attack!

No verification, no questioning.

Every four-star general and politician who saw this intelligence had an unquestionable Thought Seal implanted in their minds.

"It must be erased immediately!"

"Initiate the highest-level Pacific Theater elimination protocol!"

The logic of reality, under the crushing weight of money and cheats, was forcibly twisted into the shape Qin Yuan desired.

"Tick."

The second hand on the wall clock ticked.

Qin Yuan opened his eyes.

In those deep black eyes, the light of a god controlling life and death flickered.

"Qianqian."

Qin Yuan looked up at the loli hacker still biting her fingers before the screen.

"Take the real-time coordinates of the Dragon King Island fleet, package them as a clear-text data packet, and broadcast it on the international public frequency."

Gu Qianqian was stunned.

"Boss, broadcast it in clear text? Doesn't that just tell the whole world where they are?"

"That's exactly the point—to tell the whole world."

Qin Yuan chuckled.

"If you don't point the way for them, how can others be polite enough to drop things on their heads?"

Although Gu Qianqian didn't understand, her hands didn't slow down.

"Clack."

The Enter key was pressed.

The data packet representing the location of Dragon King Long Xiaotian's one hundred thousand troops—essentially their underwear—was instantly broadcast to every military radar across the globe.

After doing all this.

Qin Yuan leisurely took an encrypted satellite phone from his bosom and dialed a number.

The phone was answered after just one ring.

"Grandpa, it's me."

From the other end of the line came the resonant, bell-like voice of Military Titan Chu Kuangren.

"Good lad, it's the middle of the night, speak your mind!"

"I've found a pretext for them to light those 'fireworks'."

Qin Yuan's voice was very soft, as if he were chatting about daily life.

"But this Pacific pond is a bit small, so the commotion might be a bit loud."

"I'll trouble you to step in and clear the field."

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds.

Immediately after, a deafening, hearty laugh erupted from Military Titan Chu Kuangren.

"Hahahaha!"

"I knew you weren't going overseas for a vacation!"

"Alright, try to keep it contained."

Military Titan Chu Kuangren's laughter subsided, and his tone instantly turned murderous.

"Within ten minutes."

"The Chinese military will issue a global notice, announcing a three-day live-fire exercise in the relevant waters of the Pacific."

"Any unrelated vessels or aircraft that dare to approach the warning line by even half a step."

"Kill without mercy!"

The old man's words were resolute, exuding the iron-blooded dominance of a major nation's military.

"Thanks, Grandpa."

Qin Yuan hung up the phone and tossed it onto the sofa.

With this political endorsement from Military Titan Chu Kuangren.

A certain superpower's nuclear submarine opening fire would not be considered starting a world war.

At most, it would be considered "collateral damage in an anti-terrorist operation."

Everything was reasonable, logical, and legal.

Qin Yuan stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and put one hand in his trouser pocket.

His gaze penetrated the deep night sky, as if he could already see the ultimate fireworks about to bloom on the other side of the ocean.

"Let the countdown begin."

At the same time.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, in a cold trench three thousand meters below.

This was an absolute forbidden zone that sunlight could never reach.

The water pressure was high enough to instantly crush a heavy main battle tank into an iron pancake.

In the pitch-black deep sea.

A black steel behemoth over 170 meters long was floating silently like a ghost.

The Eagle Nation's 7th Fleet, an Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarine, codenamed "Deep Sea Ghost King".

Inside the submarine.

The lighting was dim, with only various instruments and gauges emitting eerie blue and cold red lights.

The air was filled with a unique mixture of machine oil and compressed oxygen.

Everyone was holding their breath, staring fixedly at their consoles.

The atmosphere was so suffocating it made people want to go crazy.

"Sir!"

The sonar operator suddenly ripped off his headset, his face pale, his voice cracking from extreme terror.

"Intercepted ultra-high-frequency encrypted signal!"

"It's a top-level communication request from the Pentagon!"

In front of the command console.

Commander Colonel Carter, with thirty years of service experience, felt his hand jerk violently.

The color instantly drained from his weather-beaten face.

Top level?

Receiving a communication of this level while in deep dive status usually meant only one thing.

The end of the world.

"Connect it!"

Colonel Carter gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words.

The main control screen flickered a few times, and a glaring red skull icon popped up.

Immediately following was a cold, mechanically synthesized voice.

This wasn't a voice communication; it was a digital command with the highest authority!

"Authorization confirmation code from the President and the Department of Defense received."

"Target: Pacific Ocean, coordinates X: 134.5, Y: -28.7."

"Target identification: SSS-grade world-ending terrorist armed base."

"Authorized to use: Two W76 tactical nuclear warheads."

"Execute elimination procedure immediately!"

The command finished playing.

The entire command cabin fell into a deathly silence.

No one spoke.

Only the low hum from the submarine's reactor and the heavy breathing of everyone could be heard.

Tactical nuclear warhead?

Live-fire launch?!

This wasn't a drill!

Colonel Carter took a deep breath of cold air, forcing himself to calm down.

A soldier's duty is to obey.

Since the Supreme Command had issued the order, he had to execute it.

Even if pressing that button would blow a giant hole in the Pacific.

"Open launch tubes one and two!"

Colonel Carter's voice broke the deathly silence, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"Launch tubes one and two, flood!"

The weapons officer pulled the lever, sweat pouring down his face, shouting with a hoarse voice.

The green lights on the console lit up one by one.

The sword of destruction had been unsheathed in this pitch-black deep sea.

Colonel Carter turned around and pulled a metal chain with a silver key hanging from it from his neck.

He strode to the main control console.

Beside him, the adjutant, also pale-faced, took out his own key.

"Verify launch codes."

Colonel Carter stared at the characters constantly jumping on the screen.

"Alpha, Tango, Tango, Seven, Zero, Nine."

"Password confirmed correct."

The adjutant swallowed, and inserted the key into the red keyhole on the console.

Colonel Carter also inserted his key.

The two looked at each other.

They could both see the deep awe of the power of destruction in each other's eyes.

"May God have mercy on those poor souls."

Colonel Carter muttered under his breath.

He took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning as cold as steel.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Turn keys!"

"Click!"

Two crisp metallic clicks sounded simultaneously in the oppressive command cabin.

As the keys turned.

On the main control console, the red launch button protected by an anti-accidental-trigger cover.

Finally.

Lit up with the blinding light representing death.

"Countdown, ten seconds."

"Launch!"

Colonel Carter, without hesitation, slammed his fist heavily onto the red button.

"Boom!"

The submarine shook violently.

In the deep sea, two "Trident" missiles carrying nuclear warheads, propelled by compressed air, burst through the heavy launch hatch cover.

Trailing white bubbles, they tore through the silence of the deep sea like bloodthirsty sharks.

Heading straight for the sky.

And on the other end of the phone, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in Xingang City.

Qin Yuan raised his wine glass and smiled slightly at the non-existent enemy in the void.

"These fireworks."

"Must be well enjoyed."