Deep in the vast ocean.
A massive fleet of more than a dozen warships cut through the waves.
At its center was a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, a giant beast upon the sea, its deck packed with fighter jets.
"Bzz—bzz—bzz—"
A shrill battle alarm blared through the carrier without warning!
The blond, blue-eyed fleet commander picked up a red telephone. After listening for a few seconds, his face filled with disbelief and horror!
The next moment, he seized the broadcast system and roared with all his might.
"This is not a drill! Repeat! This is not a drill!"
"All units, enter level-one combat readiness!"
"Head due east! Target: Modu!!!"
While the outside world was being thrown into chaos.
Inside the Martyrs' Cemetery, all was deathly silent.
The more than fifty fully armed Eagle Country agents still had their guns trained on Yue Xiaofei, Elder Xu, and the others.
The standoff continued.
Bureau 7 had only a dozen or so Elite Guards with guns, but Elder Xu alone carried himself like an army. They were not the least bit outmatched.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Every gaze turned to the Eagle Country agent hammering away at his keyboard.
Smith stared at his subordinate. Fine beads of sweat covered his face, twisted with rage.
He couldn't wait any longer!
Every second felt like a blunt knife sawing back and forth across his fragile pride!
"Useless! How long does it take to look up one old man's identity?!" Smith roared.
But the agent looked horrified.
He couldn't find it!
He still couldn't find it!
Dragon Kingdom's firewall was like an impregnable wall of steel. No matter what he tried, he couldn't truly break through!
All he could find was surface-level information, and even that might have been false information deliberately released to mislead him.
Anything