Splash—
He-El plunged into the Indian Ocean again.
Time looped back to the beginning once more.
Last time, countless United States military aircraft, including B-2 stealth strategic bombers, B-1B strategic bombers, and B-52 strategic bombers, had circled over Somalia's airspace. The USS Theodore Roosevelt had rushed at top speed into Somali waters, lying across the sea off Somalia.
Even before the USS Theodore Roosevelt arrived, three nuclear-powered submarines had already been lying in wait in the waters off Somalia, locking onto every oil tanker.
Young Marshal Kundi's pirate oil tanker wisely surrendered under the United States military's encirclement. He had also been utterly shocked by He-El's identity. He-El had actually made the United States military disregard international treaties and send an aircraft carrier directly into the waters off Somalia, occupying them for his sake.
Who exactly was this man?
Wasn't that obvious?
Anyone who transferred out the seventy trillion dollars the United States had in the Federal Reserve would make America go mad enough to send aircraft carriers after them.
Not to mention that He-El had done it so openly, without even trying to cover it up.
Young Marshal Kundi had been scared half to death.
After the United States military took Young Marshal Kundi into custody, he obediently spilled everything He-El had done, behaving like a good little baby.
He-El calmly endured the United States military's interrogation and demonstrated before them how he could casually move seventy trillion dollars through the internet, and how every network information security system in the world was completely open to him.
What did that mean?
It meant that all networked information on Earth stood naked before He-El, and every nation's secure information defenses were nothing but empty facades.
They had never seen anyone with network information technology so powerful.
The United States military