Chapter 535: Unfathomable

Finally, Secretary Weiersen broke the silence: "We need more information. Mobilize all intelligence resources to ascertain the exact nature and origin of this platform. At the same time, raise the Taiyang Fleet to the highest alert level, upgrade all Radar and sonar systems, and optimize low-altitude target detection capabilities."

He looked at every Advanced officer present, his eyes revealing a rare sense of anxiety: "Gentlemen, if this platform is truly as the report says, capable of coming and going through our detection network at will, then we may be facing the most serious military threat since World War II. We must find a way to respond, and quickly."

After the meeting ended, Secretary Weiersen remained alone in the empty conference room, staring at the blurry photo on the screen. That mysterious silhouette, that performance beyond the era—all of it made him feel an unprecedented sense of unease.

"What exactly is it?" he muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and worry, "More importantly, what does it portend?"

This question, in the days to come, would turn into a lingering nightmare, hovering over the heads of the highest military and political decision-makers of the Star-Spangled Country. And on the other side of the ocean, "Kunpeng" had already quietly returned, carrying its secrets and glory back into the embrace of the Long Country.

Meanwhile, inside the Kremlin of the Beijixiong Guo, the same chaos and confusion were playing out. The intelligence department had just intercepted some communication fragments from the Star-Spangled Country's Taiyang Fleet, the content involving a mysterious high-speed sea surface platform, said to possess astonishing performance and stealth capabilities.

"Is this a new weapon of the Star-Spangled Country?" the leader asked with a gloomy face.

The intelligence chief shook his head: "According to our analysis, the Star-Spangled Country seems to know nothing about this platform; they themselves are frantically searching for relevant intelligence."

"Then who could it be?" the leader pressed, his brow furrowed.

The intelligence chief hesitated for a moment before saying cautiously: "There is one possibility... this might be related to the Long Country. Our intelligence network recently reported that the Long Country is conducting tests for some kind of large-scale project at a secret base called 'Penglai'. The code name might be... 'Kunpeng'."

"'Kunpeng'?" the leader repeated this unfamiliar term, his eyes full of vigilance, "Find out! At any cost, I want to know what that is!"

Just like that, a superstorm sweeping through the global intelligence community and military high command had already begun to brew. The debut of "Kunpeng," like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, would stir up ripples that would change the entire landscape of the Cold War and the balance of world power in the months and years to come.

And within the highest center of power of the Star-Spangled Country—the Tuoyuanying Bangongshi—the President was reading a report marked "Top Secret." The report was filled with chilling terms like "unknown high-speed low-altitude target," "Radar unable to maintain lock," "suspected stealth," and "instant disappearance," reading like a science fiction novel, yet accompanied by conclusive Radar data and eyewitness testimony.

The President's hands trembled slightly, and his face grew increasingly pale. As the leader of the world's most powerful nation, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear for the first time.

"What on earth is this thing?" he asked softly, his gaze cast toward the vast lawn outside the window, as if he could find the answer there.

But only silence answered him. The mysterious "Ghost" on the Taiyang had already become a lingering mystery, an unknown variable that could change the world landscape.

And "Kunpeng," this creation from the future, was quietly crossing the waves of the Taiyang at an astonishing speed of over 320 knots, returning to the place of its birth, preparing to meet new missions and glory. The wheels of history had already been pushed by an invisible hand in a brand-new direction.

……

Above the Taiyang, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the surging sea surface. At this moment, the Star-Spangled Country's "Haowei" carrier strike group had fallen into a state of near-absurd chaos.

Captain Thompson stared fixedly at the communicator in front of him, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. He had just finished an emergency call with the Pentagon, and that sense of powerlessness and frustration surged into his heart like a tide.

"Damn it, they don't believe our report!" He slammed his fist onto the table, emitting a dull thud.

Commander Martin stood to the side, his expression complex: "Captain, if it were me, I wouldn't believe it either. An object flying at a speed of over 300 knots, able to come and go on Radar at will, and then vanish into thin air... this sounds like..."

"Like a madman's hallucination, I know." Thompson interrupted him, his voice hoarse, "But that thing is real! The entire fleet saw it!"

Martin hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "How was the report written?"

Thompson gave a bitter smile, took a copy of the document from his drawer, and handed it to Martin: "See for yourself, I used every word I could think of, but it still sounds like a madman."

Martin scanned the report quickly, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. The wording in the report was exceptionally strong—"completely violates known laws of physics," "stealth capability surpasses any existing cognition," "suspected use of non-terrestrial technology"... finally even explicitly stating, "if a reasonable explanation cannot be found, the possibility of supernatural phenomena or alien technology cannot be ruled out."

"My God..." Martin muttered to himself, "Did we really write these?"

"How else can it be explained?" Thompson spread his hands in near despair, "That thing is like a damn Ghost! I've been in service for thirty years and have never seen anything like this. It's not a plane, not a ship, not a Missile... it is... it is some kind of existence completely beyond our understanding!"

Meanwhile, inside the Pentagon's top-secret conference room, the atmosphere was so heavy it could almost drip water.

Defense Secretary Weiersen's face was livid, holding the emergency report sent by the "Haowei." The room was packed with top scientists, Radar experts, aerodynamicists, and intelligence analysts who had been summoned in a hurry, every face written with confusion and unease.

"Gentlemen," Weiersen cleared his throat, "I believe you have all seen this report. I need answers, not guesses, not hypotheses, but definitive answers. What on earth is that thing?"

A white-haired aerodynamics expert shook his head: "Mr. Secretary, according to the parameters described in the report, this type of aircraft simply cannot exist. Flying at a speed of over 300 knots just a few meters above the sea surface would generate unimaginable air resistance and turbulence; no known material could withstand such stress."

"Perhaps some kind of new material?" Weiersen pressed.

"Even the most Advanced titanium alloys or composite materials are far from reaching this strength." The expert flatly denied, "Not to mention that it can also make near-right-angle turns... this completely violates Newton's laws of motion."