At the Zhonghua Nation's border, several stealth fighter jets skimmed low over the sea, their wing-mounted missiles glinting with a cold light.
Deep beneath the waves, a nuclear submarine's sonar system was monitoring every ripple of activity in the area.
In space, several military satellites adjusted their orbits, locking their cameras firmly on a spot in the city below.
The world's secret forces lurked in the shadows like hungry wolves. Gene Warriors tensed beneath their specially made combat gear, Mutants' pupils gleamed with an inhuman light, and faint waves of energy gathered at Espers' fingertips.
They were all waiting for a chance-a chance to get close to Hua Qiang and obtain this "extraordinary power."
Meanwhile, in the Command Center in Sifang City, the chief of the general staff studied the incoming intelligence and spoke slowly. "Notify all combat units to enter the highest state of alert.
"Send someone to tell Mr. Hua Qiang to stay vigilant. The country will be his strongest support. Anyone who wants to hurt him will have to step over our dead bodies first."
Hua Qiang had no idea that the entire world was mobilizing around him. A global "battle for power" had already begun.
Han Nation.
Seoul.
The secret meeting room beside the Blue House blazed with light. Reflections from the crystal chandelier fell across the long conference table, but couldn't dispel the anxiety and greed filling the room.
On the oak table, the fat on the premium Hanwoo beef sizzled, and bubbles from the vintage champagne kept rising to the rims of the glasses. But the Han Nation's top officials seated around the table had no appetite for either.
Their eyes were fixed on the figure of "Hua Qiang" on the projection screen.
His tall, straight build, handsome appearance, and earth-shattering palm strike sent