"How is the situation?"
As the new day began, Connor returned to his office. After reviewing the day's schedule, he naturally asked his secretary a question.
No reminder was needed; the secretary already knew what his boss was asking about—the so-called Joint Fleet visit.
Connor asks this question once or twice a day now.
However, the answers they received were all the same.
The secretary shook her head and gave a natural smile, "I'm sorry, sir."
"So far, there has been no news from the other side. They keep claiming that they are merely relaying the message about the Joint Fleet's visit, and they don't know the specifics..."
"If there's any news, they'll notify us immediately, right?" Connor slammed a document on his desk, his face displeased. "It's the same result every day; I know it by heart!"
"Can we utilize our intelligence networks?"
The secretary gave an awkward smile. "Sir, our intelligence network has already suffered a major blow since that incident. They may have encountered some problems..."
Upon hearing this, Connor's expression grew even more displeased, though he seemed to ponder the matter further.
After a moment, he said hesitantly, "Do you think there really exists a world in the distant universe that is almost identical to ours?"
The secretary paused for a moment, then glanced at the unstoppable influx of gray hairs at her boss's temples, and decided not to argue. "Perhaps it exists."
After she finished speaking, the secretary began to tidy up the desk.
Only then did he notice that there was a book prominently displayed on top of his desk.
Do Parallel Spacetimes Really Exist in the World??
"..."
The secretary paused briefly in her efficient movements.
Only today did he realize that his boss was actually quite eager to learn...
After tidying up my desk, the workday officially begins.
According to the schedule, Connor should now head to the conference room for a meeting with some representatives.
At his secretary's prompting, Connor grabbed his coat, tidied his hair to make it look thicker, and then led his secretary to the conference room.
On the way, the two also discussed the latest round of oil quota allocation.
But then a hurried shout came from behind, "Sir! Mr. Connor!"
Those around couldn't help but show expressions of surprise.
Because the voice came from Connor's second-in-command, Lewis.
This flustered appearance is not befitting his status.
However, Lewis no longer cares about what others think.
After stopping Connor, he immediately took the other man's arm, indicating that he had something urgent to say.
"We can go to the conference room."
"That's what Connor said."
"No," Lewis shook his head, still panting heavily, "It's too late, sir!"
He leaned close to Connor's ear and whispered:
"We've just received an update from them regarding the Joint Fleet's visit."
Connor was also startled, his eyelids bulging open.
What did they say?
"They said... the Joint Fleet would arrive in New York Harbor around noon today."
" New York Harbor? How could it be New York?"
Connor shook his head in confusion, his newly styled, fluffy hair swaying along with it.
"Shouldn't their fleet have come from the Pacific Ocean?"
"No! It's not their fleet!" Lewis said.
"The opposing fleet hasn't deployed recently."
Connor for several minutes before saying, "Immediately dispatch the Norfolk fleet and have them inspect the waters off New York. If they find any unidentified fleet, intercept them directly. Also, question Meng Anping about his intentions!"
Lewis shrugged. "I asked, and they said they were just relaying a message, and this visit had nothing to do with them... Besides, their fleet didn't actually deploy..."
This is the most frustrating thing.
Regardless of what Meng Anping said, the fact remains that their fleet did not deploy.
Therefore, they naturally couldn't possibly be related to that parallel universe's Joint Fleet.
No, it's still hard to say whether that thing is even real...
Connor only hoped that the Norfolk fleet would actually find something after inspecting the area.
If there's nothing to it, and it's just Meng Anping trying to fool him, then he definitely won't let it go so easily!
After this incident, Connor lost interest in continuing the meeting and simply returned to his office with his secretary to await the results.
Time passed slowly, and the clock hand gradually struck 12 o'clock.
Connor from a pile of documents
He looked up and glanced at his secretary, who was still nearby.
The secretary immediately went out to inquire about the results of the sea area survey.
He returned five minutes later.
"Sir, so far, our reconnaissance aircraft have conducted three surveys of the waters within 1,000 nautical miles of New York, and have not detected any unidentified warships."
So, were we just played?
"Perhaps, sir."
"Give me the phone, I need to make a call to Meng..."
Just as Connor was seething with anger and preparing to give Meng Anping a piece of his mind, the port of New York remained busy.
A cargo ship, fully loaded, sailed north through the channel, slowly pulling into its designated berth following the signs. (Xxs-②)
Some ships had just set sail, while others were still struggling with resupply. The crews were operating cranes to hoist supplies for the next voyage onto the ships...
In the distance, countless tall buildings rise from the ground, like sharp swords piercing straight into the earth.
Even during times of global turmoil, this city and its port remained prosperous.
The impeccably dressed professionals sat in their expensive high-rise buildings, gazing at the distant harbor and the sea, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, occasionally reminiscing about their wonderful encounters the previous night.
"That's like a little chili pepper..."
A financial elite, dressed in a suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, glanced casually out the window, and the words he was about to say suddenly caught in his throat.
The crew members operating cranes to lift supplies in the port also looked out at the sea in astonishment.
On the beach, a mother holding her child's hand stared wide-eyed at the sea, her mouth agape. The surrounding tourists were equally astonished; some even abandoned their flip-flops and ran away as if they had seen a monster.
"What is that?!"
On the distant sea, a huge black curtain was drawn back, stretching across the water. Ships sailing around it hurriedly gave way.
Many crew members also crowded to the edge of the deck, staring in amazement at the mysterious entity that had suddenly appeared before them.
A helicopter that was broadcasting live the escape of a car thief on the highway saw this and quickly flew over.
"Ladies and gentlemen, something interesting has happened. It seems a magician is about to perform his magic tricks at sea."
What I think you'll be interested in is whether he's properly notified the authorities. If not, then this magician should prepare his bail in advance...
Audiences in many cafes and bars in the city were initially dissatisfied when the police chase scene was cut off, but they all exclaimed in surprise when they saw the black curtain rising from the sea.
Some locals identified the location, drove to the beach, and sure enough, saw the large black screen that had been shown on television.
Is this magic?
Where is the magician?
By this time, a large number of daring people had gathered on the beach, clamoring for the magician to come out.
This unusual situation also attracted the attention of the local authorities.
This has already affected the port's operations, forcing many ships to slow down and turn.
Thankfully, we haven't entered the Hudson River Mouth yet, and the area is still relatively spacious; otherwise, a collision would definitely have occurred.
So a speedboat immediately took several port staff members to check the situation.
A large, overweight man in a shirt, holding a Horn, stood in the co-pilot's seat of the speedboat and shouted, "This is New York Harbor. Your actions are disrupting port operations. Please stop immediately and bring your identification documents to come with us..."
However, no one responded to him.
The only sound all around was the roar of the waves.
The fat man scratched his head, wondering if he should try shouting from a different direction, or even dive into the water to see if the magician was hiding there.
The speedboat driver next to him suddenly jerked, twisted the accelerator to the floor, and made a sharp 180-degree turn.
This maneuver almost threw the big fat guy off the plane.
"What are you doing?!"
You almost threw me into the sea!
The fat man roared loudly.
Then the driver replied in an even louder voice, "Look behind you!"
"Later?"
Only then did the fat man belatedly turn around and glance back.
The enormous black curtain had grown larger again at some point.
If it was only a few hundred meters at the beginning, it has probably expanded to nearly a kilometer now.
And it is expanding at an extremely rapid pace!
Their sea area is generally only a dozen kilometers wide.
A massive black curtain, a full kilometer long, stretched across the sea, already occupying a small portion of it.
Half the area!
But that's not the key point.
The crucial point is that a massive ship is emerging from the slowly opening black curtain!
and...
"Wow, is that an aircraft carrier?!"
The fat man looked up, staring at the aircraft carrier that was sailing out behind him. From his angle, he could vaguely see some fighter jets parked on the deck.
He was unaware that if his companion hadn't turned around in time, his speedboat would have crashed directly into it.
"Is this the magician's trick? Making this huge aircraft carrier invisible?"
The fat man seemed very excited.
But the driver, who had just been nearly hit, wasn't in the mood for jokes. He immediately took out his radio and contacted the port to inquire whether they were prepared to have an aircraft carrier dock that day.
The answer was quickly negative.
At this moment, helicopters were also circling around the Spacetime Tunnel.
The reporter above looked grave, or rather, somewhat distraught. He kept repeating the same sentence to the audience. "We might be in some trouble."
Unlike the crew on the speedboat who only saw the front of the aircraft carrier, they circled the carrier several times but could only see its bow!
The stern of the aircraft carrier seemed to have disappeared.
From their perspective, the aircraft carrier looked like an alien invasion through a wormhole; every time it moved forward a little, the corresponding part behind it would be exposed.
Viewers at home also witnessed this bizarre scene.
Many people are very interested.
What kind of magic trick was that?
Is it time travel?
To this day, people still believe it's a magic trick.
Even the elites sitting in high-rise buildings thought the same way, and even had the leisure to discuss whether to use their influence after the magic show to send the magician in, then get him out, and finally repackage him into their cash cow...
The atmosphere, where everything revolved around money, only eased after someone with some military knowledge spoke up.
"I don't recall us having an aircraft carrier like that in our country, do we?"
As soon as he said that, everyone looked at him.
Suddenly, someone pulled out their phone, quickly typed in text, searched for images of aircraft carriers, and then compared the results with the aircraft carrier in front of them...
"He's right, this isn't our aircraft carrier at all!"
Everyone shuddered.
Everyone began to realize that things weren't as simple as they seemed.
Others also searched for other active aircraft carriers around the world, and then they made an even more astonishing discovery.
"This is not only not our aircraft carrier, but it is also not an active aircraft carrier of any country in the world!"
"This aircraft carrier is an 'illegal entity'!"
In addition, other warships suddenly appeared on both sides of the aircraft carrier. These warships, each 10,000 tons in size, formed a dense formation and crowded into this small sea area, firmly guarding the aircraft carrier.
Looking out, the sea surface resembles a steel jungle, its uniform gray-white paint unconsciously creating a sense of oppression.
Others, equally curious, searched for these warships, but with the same result: they couldn't find a single warship that perfectly matched their description.
The fleet before them looked as if it had fallen from the sky.
Moreover, since these frigates appeared, some people have sensed that something is amiss.
Those frigates are fully armed, and their vertical launch missiles look ready to be launched at any moment...
Those with some experience could tell at a glance that this fleet was coming with great force.
As the fleet continued to emerge from the Spacetime Tunnel, many people had already fled from the beach.
Moreover, as time went on, more and more people left the beach in fear.
Because warships of all kinds emerged from that black curtain like dumplings being dropped into a pot!
Previously, everyone thought this magic show would involve at most an aircraft carrier fleet.
They were naive!
One aircraft carrier after another is appearing!
That place was practically an outpost for an alien invasion!
Before I knew it, the sea was covered with warships!
The once bustling sea area was paralyzed, with countless ships forced to turn around or anchor on the spot to avoid the warships.
The reporter in the helicopter watched as warships emerged from the Spacetime Tunnel below, his face covered in cold sweat.
"I don't know if this is just a magic trick, but this scene is really frightening. Are we facing an invasion...?"
Viewers watching on television were equally stunned as they watched the footage captured by the photographer.
Meanwhile, starting from New York Harbor, the news began to be reported upwards layer by layer.