Chapter 529: Crazy Teasing

"My God..." a young officer muttered involuntarily, his voice filled with fear, "That thing is not a plane... not a Missile... what on earth is it?"

The entire CIC fell into an eerie Silence, with only the ticking of the Radar and rapid breathing audible. Everyone stared at that strange light spot on the screen, feeling an unprecedented sense of fear—this was the fear of the unknown, the instinctive horror when facing an existence that completely exceeded the scope of cognition.

"It is... circling us," the Radar Operator swallowed with difficulty, their voice trembling, "It is like... like it is observing us."

This description made the atmosphere inside the bridge even more tense. The captain gripped the railing tightly, knuckles turning white: "Order all Anti-aircraft Systems to be ready, scramble the fighter jets! No matter what that is, we cannot sit here and wait for death!"

However, before the fighter jets could even take off, the mysterious light spot on the Radar screen suddenly made one final, incredible move—it accelerated with almost impossible force, increasing its speed to over 320 knots, and then, as suddenly as it had arrived, it sped straight toward the depths of the Taiyang, disappearing from the Radar's detection range in the blink of an eye.

The entire CIC fell into a deathly Silence.

"It... is gone," the Radar Operator said blankly, their voice a mix of disbelief and inexplicable relief.

The captain kept his eyes fixed on the Radar screen, as if the mysterious light spot might reappear at any moment: "Confirm all directions, conduct a full-spectrum scan, I want to know where that thing went!"

The technicians frantically operated various pieces of equipment, but there was only one result—the mysterious visitor had completely vanished, leaving no trace behind, as if it had never appeared at all.

"Sir," the Communication Officer said cautiously, "Fleet headquarters is calling, they... they want to know what happened. How should we report it?"

The captain was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the tense and confused faces of everyone in the CIC: "Tell them... tell them we may have encountered a new type of... unknown aircraft. Its characteristics are ultra-low altitude, ultra-high speed, and it possesses incredible maneuverability."

He paused, then added: "At the same time, advise fleet headquarters to raise the alert level; this unknown technology... the threat it represents may exceed our imagination."

As the order was issued, an invisible fear began to spread across the Haowei. From the CIC to the bridge, from the flight deck to the engine room, every crew member was talking about the mysterious "visitor," speculating on its origin and purpose. Some said it was a secret weapon of the Beijixiong Guo, some insisted it was some kind of Nature phenomenon, and some even half-jokingly suggested it might be an alien visitor.

But behind these varied speculations lay a shared, indescribable unease—they had just witnessed an existence that completely surpassed the current level of technology, a power capable of easily penetrating the defense network of the world's most powerful navy and then disappearing as if nothing had happened.

In the captain's private cabin, Captain Thompson stood alone by the window, gazing out at the seemingly calm Taiyang. Deep in his heart, a voice kept warning him—what he saw today was not just a mysterious encounter, but very likely a turning point in an era, a new military power was rising, and the maritime hegemony of the Star-Spangled Country might be facing an unprecedented challenge.

On the Taiyang, "Kunpeng" rapidly withdrew from the vicinity of the Haowei carrier strike group at an astonishing speed of over 320 knots, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded Star-Spangled Country officers and a mess of Radar signals. Li Mingyuan sat in the control cabin, looking at the red markers representing the Star-Spangled Country fleet on the tactical display, an undisguised smile on his face.

"Interesting," he whispered to himself, "It seems the cutting-edge Radar technology of the Star-Spangled Country is nothing more than this."

"Pangu, what is their reaction?" Li Mingyuan asked, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness, like a child who had just successfully pulled off a prank.

"According to the analysis of intercepted communication signals, the Star-Spangled Country fleet has entered a high state of alert and is reporting the situation of an unidentified high-speed, low-altitude target to headquarters. Their Radar operators are showing clear signs of confusion and panic."

Li Mingyuan nodded with satisfaction, his fingers tapping lightly on the console: "We have taught them the first lesson, but the teaching has only just begun. Pangu, turn 180 degrees, maintain an altitude of 3 meters, reduce speed to 270 knots, we are going to pay another visit to those flustered Star-Spangled Country sailors."

"Warning: This will increase the risk of exposure," the Pangu System rarely raised an objection, "It is recommended to maintain distance and complete the scheduled test mission."

Li Mingyuan laughed: "Pangu, oh Pangu, don't you understand? This is our test mission. There is no better way to test than by teasing the strongest fleet of the Star-Spangled Country. They have the world's most advanced detection equipment and interception systems; if 'Kunpeng' can come and go as it pleases right under their noses, then it proves it can travel unimpeded in any sea area in the world."

His eyes flashed with a fanaticism unique to a military enthusiast from his past life: "More importantly, let them know that such a power exists, a power they cannot understand, cannot capture, and cannot deal with. Psychological deterrence, understand?"

The control cabin fell into silence, as if even the Pangu System was considering the rationality of this decision. Finally, it responded: "Course adjusted, turning 180 degrees, altitude stabilized at 3 meters, speed 270 knots. Estimated to re-approach the Star-Spangled Country fleet in 17 minutes."

The massive body of "Kunpeng" carved a graceful arc on the sea surface, turning around and speeding back in the direction it had come from. The Taiyang was already slanting to the west, and the golden sunlight spilled over the sparkling sea, adding a touch of drama to this "cat-and-mouse game" about to unfold.

At the same moment, chaos reigned within the Haowei carrier strike group. An emergency meeting was held in the carrier's combat information center, with Captain Thompson, Air Combat Commander Martin, and various fleet commanders gathered together, their expressions grave.

"So what is our conclusion?" Captain Thompson rested his hands on the tactical table, his voice heavy, "What on earth is that thing?"

"According to the Radar data analysis, its speed exceeds 320 knots, and it maintains an altitude of less than 10 meters above sea level," the Radar analyst reported, "These parameters exceed the capabilities of any aircraft or vessel we know of."

"Is it some kind of new cruise Missile?" Commander Martin speculated.