The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 404 404:Naval Warfare[II]

Meanwhile, the lead fighter jet pilot was transmitting live visuals to the fleet. "This is Falcon One. Target in sight. It's... not what we expected."

"What do you mean, Falcon One?" came the voice of the fleet's communication officer.

The pilot hesitated. "It's heavily armored. I don't recognize the material, but it's... reflective, almost like it's deflecting light. No visible crew on deck. I—wait—"

Suddenly, the pilot's transmission was cut off, replaced by static.

"Falcon One, report! What's happening?"

There was no response. Seconds later, the radar showed Falcon One and its wingman veering off course before disappearing entirely.

Panic rippled through the command center.

"What just happened?" Richard demanded, his voice tight with frustration. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"Unknown, sir! Both jets are off the radar!"

The Admiral clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. "Enough of this nonsense. We can't afford to lose momentum. Order the fleet to fire!"

"But sir—"

"I said FIRE!"

The command center erupted into action as the order was relayed. Across the fleet, massive guns turned toward the lone vessel, their barrels glowing as they charged. Missiles were armed and locked onto the target, poised to turn the calm ocean into a battlefield.

From the command center of Evan's ship, Aurora's cold and icy voice echoed. [Sir, the enemy fleet has initiated firing protocols. Hostile projectiles inbound in ten seconds.]

Evan's lips curled into a faint smile as he gazed out the window at the advancing naval armada with a calm detachment. "Let's give them a demonstration of what they're dealing with."

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As the shockwave expanded, the missiles began to falter. First, their trajectories wobbled, then, one by one, they exploded mid-air in a dazzling cascade of fire and smoke. The sonic blast's reach extended over 100 kilometers, ensuring no projectile could come close to the ship.

Evan stood on the deck, his black suit fluttering in the residual shockwave's breeze. He watched the fiery spectacle in silence, his expression unchanging. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm yet resolute.

"The first round seems to be a test. The second will be when the real battle begins."

Aurora's voice chimed in.

[Analysis complete. Based on the current trajectory, the next attack may include atomic or hydrogen bombs. We are currently 2,000 kilometers from the Bermuda Ring and in a safe zone where the radiation will not impact mainland regions]

"How much energy supply do we have?"

"Shields sustained 1% damage from the previous pulse. We can endure repeated bombardments for several hours, but shield sustainability will deplete if attacks intensify. Plasma core production will generate excess radiation, risking environmental damage."

Evan's brow furrowed slightly. Energy wasn't infinite, and the repeated blasts were not only a drain on resources but also a potential environmental disaster. After a brief pause, he made his decision.

"If the next round fails, we'll take to the skies. Prolonged bombardment is a waste and risks long-term damage to the ocean and atmosphere. Prepare the ship for flight if necessary."

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Meanwhile, aboard the flagship of the USL fleet, Admiral Richard Hawthorne was receiving updates from his officers with a grim look on his face.

"Admiral, their sonic disrupter field has destroyed all the missiles. The reports were true; they've developed shield technology capable of neutralizing large-scale missile strikes."

Richard clenched his fists. "They may have shields, but no defense system is flawless. Shields drain energy, and energy is limited. Eventually, they'll crack."

An officer handed him a secure line. Moments later, the President's voice came through, cold and decisive. "Admiral, escalate to atomic missiles. This operation ends now."

"Yes, sir."

Richard hung up and immediately turned to his officers to give the order. "Signal the bombers and choppers. Deploy the atomic payloads."@@@@