Chapter 124

The shock caused by Chen Guang's remark, "Let the 'Heavenly Patrols' try," gradually transformed into a concrete action plan during the tense twenty-four-hour simulation verification that followed.

When the "Torch Dragon" system presented the final simulation result—a success rate as high as 91.7%—

to Feng Yan and the senior management of the space agency, although they still felt it was incredible, it was the only feasible and responsible plan at the moment.

The order was issued: Operation "Swarm Requiem," initiate!

Monitoring screens at major space agencies around the globe all noticed the anomaly.

Three Chinese "Heavenly Patrol" satellites, which had been operating quietly in their respective orbits, almost simultaneously activated their own tiny vector thrusters.

They began adjusting their orbits, closing in on that troublesome "Wanderer-7"—the out-of-control "Space Ghost."

"What are they trying to do?" An officer in a certain country's space monitoring center frowned.

"Using three small satellites to ram that big guy? That's no different from throwing an egg against a rock!"

"No... it doesn't look like an impact trajectory." His colleague stared at the data stream.

"Their approach speed is very slow, and their posture is also... strange."

It was indeed strange.

Under the precise command of the "Torch Dragon" system, the three "Heavenly Patrol" satellites were like dancers controlled by invisible threads.

In a loose triangular formation, they slowly approached the tumbling derelict satellite and its lethal "Death Windmill" from different directions.

They maintained a safe distance at all times, with no intention of a hard collision.

In the Longyin Command Center, the atmosphere was so heavy it could be wrung out like water.

The main screen was split into multiple views: real optical images of space, a real-time visualization simulation interface generated by "Torch Dragon," and various telemetry data.

"Heavenly Patrol One, in position."

"Heavenly Patrol Two, in position."

"Heavenly Patrol Three, in position."

Chen Guang calmly reported the position information, his fingers tapping lightly on the virtual keyboard.

"Action start."

The next second, something happened that left all the external experts watching the event via public channels dumbfounded.

Faint, almost imperceptible blue halos simultaneously lit up on the sides of the three "Heavenly Patrol" satellites.

That was not the exhaust flame of thrusters, but rather—micro plasma jets derived from Chen Guang's laser technology!

Three slender, invisible plasma streams, like precise "brushes," sprayed continuously and steadily onto the massive solar panel fragments and non-critical parts of the "Wanderer-7" satellite body.

"Are they... 'spray-painting' it?" Wang Hao couldn't help but mutter in the command center, only to be nudged by Li Yang's elbow, signaling him to shut up.

"It's not spray-painting," Li Yang said, staring intently at the mechanical model on the screen, a light of realization flashing in his eyes.

"It's momentum transfer! Extremely minute, continuous momentum transfer!"

On the "Torch Dragon" visualization interface, it could be clearly seen.

Those three continuous plasma streams were like three invisible hands, gently "pushing" the out-of-control behemoth.

Each spray was calculated billions of times based on the target's real-time attitude and rotation speed, selecting the most appropriate angle, force, and duration.

This was not a brutal confrontation, but an extremely precise "space tai chi."

"Target axial deviation angle, correcting 0.003 degrees per second."

"Rotation speed is decreasing at a rate of 0.01 radians per second."

"Orbital altitude is beginning to show a small but continuous downward trend."

The data Chen Guang reported was cold and precise, yet it painted a breathtaking picture.

Through public orbital data, space agencies worldwide could monitor it.

The originally wild and unruly orbit of "Wanderer-7" was being "nudged" away from its original dangerous path, bit by bit, by a force that seemed weak yet unwavering.

Its rotation speed was slowing down, its tumbling attitude was tending toward stability, and its orbital altitude was slowly and irreversibly descending.

"Incredible..." A dynamics expert at the European Space Agency muttered to himself while looking at the data curves on the screen.

"They aren't destroying it, they are... 'taming' it?"

"Using minimal energy and the most precise control to complete a seemingly impossible orbital correction!"

"The computing power and control precision of this AI are terrifying!"

"This requires millimeter-level and gram-second-level precise modeling and real-time prediction of the mass, momentum, attitude, and orbit of both our satellites!"

"Their spatial awareness and data processing capabilities are already an era ahead of us!" another analyst from an American agency said, his tone carrying unconcealable shock.

The entire process lasted for several hours. Under the "watch" of the global aerospace community, the silent space ballet neared its end.

The once-menacing "Death Windmill" gradually stopped waving, and the massive satellite body became "docile."

Following a precisely calculated, safe new orbit, it fell slowly and steadily toward the atmosphere.

Finally, under everyone's gaze, "Wanderer-7" turned into a brilliant meteor.

It disappeared over the designated uninhabited area of the South Pacific, posing no threat to any on-orbit assets.

Nor did it generate any additional space debris.

No destruction, no contact.

With the minimum cost and the highest wisdom, a global space crisis was resolved.

"Target has entered the atmosphere and burned up. Threat neutralized." Chen Guang made the final report.

"Whoa—!"

In the Longyin Command Center, the long-suppressed cheers and applause erupted like a volcano!

Everyone was high-fiving in celebration, and many were even hugging each other in excitement.

Wang Hao grabbed Chen Guang, patting his back hard: "Guangzi! Awesome! Fucking awesome!"

"This 'Swarm Requiem' of yours is simply divine! Elegant! Too elegant!"

Chen Guang coughed twice from the patting, a rare faint blush appearing on his face, and he gently pushed Wang Hao away.

Li Yang let out a long sigh of relief, looking at the starry sky that had returned to tranquility on the screen, and said sincerely:

"This is not just solving a crisis; it is showing the world what a truly responsible code of conduct for space behavior is."

Feng Yan stood among the cheering crowd, a gratified smile on his face.

He knew that from today on, the name "Dragon Chant" would carry a whole new weight in the aerospace field.

This was not just a victory of technology, but a victory of strategic wisdom and vision.

He walked to the console, preparing to report the complete success of the mission to the space agency and his superiors.

However, the moment he picked up the encrypted communicator, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a sub-screen in front of Chen Guang.

A line of subtle, rapidly scrolling system logs flashed by:

【"Torch Dragon" core algorithm module: Detected 37 non-preset optimization nodes during mission execution; has autonomously adopted and integrated them.】

【Overall mission efficiency improved by approximately 2.1%. Beginning to backtrack the optimization logic chain...】

Feng Yan's fingers paused slightly, but he immediately returned to normal and connected the communication.

Some questions could be explored slowly later.

At this moment, the joy of victory was worth savoring first.