"What?"
"Surfing on an aircraft carrier?"
Trick listened to his subordinate's report, his eyes bulging wide.
Surfing was a sport the Eagle Country sailors present knew all too well.
The island where this base was stationed had scenic beaches and sheltered bays. Whenever holidays came around, the sailors would head to the beaches in groups to relax and swim.
Those who liked playing in the water would bring jet skis and surfboards, showing off on the waves.
The problem was that a surfboard made from a 100,000-ton steel behemoth was rather beyond imagination.
After all, with such terrifying weight, merely propelling it across the water was extremely difficult. Some developed countries could not build a matching propulsion system with their own industrial capabilities, let alone have a single soldier move it under his own power and use it as a surfboard!
"What kind of futuristic technology is this?"
"Is Iron Man here?"
"Or have aliens arrived?"
"Am I still at last night's party, dreaming and not yet awake?"
Trick felt dizzy. If the disaster at the harbor had not still been unfolding, with a mountain of cleanup work left for him as commander to handle...
The scene on the screen alone would probably have been enough to make him strip off his epaulets, take off his uniform, and quit for good.
"I've wreaked about enough havoc. I'll go drain the other ship's nuclear fuel too." Standing on the USS Ronald Reagan, Chen Jue tested how much force he could exert with his energy fully replenished.
After paddling the nearly 100,000-ton behemoth several kilometers out of the deepwater harbor, he pushed off with both legs again, shot skyward from the deck, and landed on the other carrier, the Nimitz.
He repeated the same outrageous maneuver, tipping the carrier up with