Two military aircraft from the Sun Nation—models they have consistently touted as their most advanced—both crashed into the sea within the overlapping area of their air defense identification zone with the Chinese air defense zone. The two aircraft went down just five minutes apart. According to reports, the second aircraft was dispatched specifically to investigate the cause of the first crash, only to meet the same fate. What is most astonishing is that neither pilot had the opportunity to notify the command center prior to the accidents, and both have perished in the crash—no bodies have been recovered to date. Due to their metallic structures, the two aircraft were quickly detected by arriving naval vessels and are now being scheduled for recovery operations. This incident has generated significant international attention. It appears that the two military aircraft were dispatched because a medium-sized passenger jet, detected by radar, had entered the air defense identification zone without prior flight plans, prompting the military to send out interceptors. Yet the result was that the passenger jet returned to a Chinese airport undamaged, while two high-performance fighter jets sank to the sea. The Japanese Air Self-Defense Force immediately raised objections to the Chinese side, only to be met with the response that the aircraft merely docked at a Chinese base and thus did not belong to China. The jet had been gifted by Gessen to Qin Feng, and at the time of registration, its nationality was that of a neutral European country. Therefore, when the Japanese pressed legal claims against that country, the latter showed no interest at all—whatever you wanted, just go ahead. Of course, Gessen's interference was unavoidable. Qin, the young man, appeared before He Muqing with a cheerful smile, though he had not ultimately secured Naka Jun-nan. Still, he had managed to bring back two fighter jets—worth the investment. He Muqing, with a graceful, slightly disdainful glance, remarked, "You're still laughing? How could you possibly be laughing when Grandfather just called to ask me if this issue was your doing!" "He already guessed it all." "He narrowed his eyes, and Wei Qingtian knew that others would surely think the same. 'You're still afraid,' said the leader, giving him a solid slap. 'As soon as your grandfather heard you were present, he immediately thought of two fighter jets you've downed. He said, since this matter is inextricably tied to you, then the cleanup work—well, it's your responsibility!' 'What does "cleanup work" mean?' he asked, still puzzled. The leader pointed to a specific sea area on the map. 'The Sun people have dispatched dozens of military vessels here, making extensive salvage operations. Their excuse is salvage, but in reality, they're conducting a thorough reconnaissance of this region. Otherwise, why deploy so many warships? Wouldn't two salvage vessels be more efficient?' 'Ah, so that's what it is,' Qin said, thinking deeply. 'Won't they use this as an excuse to stay here indefinitely?' 'That's precisely what the military is most concerned about. That's why you're being sent to handle the cleanup work.' "He leader smiled and said, 'Grandpa has already made arrangements with the Navy. You'll join the emergency fleet and help shatter the enemy's plot!' 'Ah,' he exclaimed, staring wide-eyed—was he really going to have to become a Navy officer too? Old Wei truly never lost his sharpness; he'd managed to get his brother into this predicament. The leader gave him a graceful glance and said, 'How about you? If you refuse Grandpa's plan, he's made it clear—should you fail to handle this well, you won't have a good outcome at all!' Qin, his head drooping low, replied, 'Alright, I yield to Grandpa's overwhelming authority. When are we departing? I'll let you know in advance so I can make preparations!' 'I think you don't need to prepare at all,' the leader added. 'The land aviation unit will dispatch a helicopter right away to pick you up and take you to the fleet.' Honestly, it was like forcing a duck onto a raft—his brother had never served in the Navy, nor had he ever commanded a fleet. Could he really rely solely on his enthusiasm to stand up against the Sun people?" The leader added with deep intention, "Just don't overthink it—command of the fleet isn't yours. All you can control is what's within your own sphere." "Huh." Qin, the young man, was completely convinced. This was classic釜底抽薪—stripping the foundation right away. He stood up with a quiet, subdued demeanor and walked toward the door. As he was about to step out, the leader added one more remark, "Also, Grandfather has been quite supportive of your approach behind the scenes. In fact, he even muttered, 'Why didn't you go after a few more of their planes? If you could knock them all out, that would be even better—so they wouldn't keep buzzing around our airspace like flies!' Staying on the ground and talking without getting tired, I certainly wanted to take out a few more planes. But they only launched two. Can I possibly manage four? The task of informing the girls naturally fell to the leader—after all, who else would have refused Grandfather Wei's kind intentions on behalf of us?" Two hours later, he arrived at a coastal naval base where three of the most advanced missile frigates of the Celestial Kingdom were moored. It was reportedly said that two more frigates of the same model were en route, along with four smaller escort ships, forming a total of nine vessels assembled at a designated location before heading to their destination. As soon as he stepped on board, someone presented him with a complete set of naval uniforms. "What's this all about?" he asked, puzzled. "I'm not even a naval officer—why do I need to wear your uniforms?" The officer, a captain, smiled and said, "Major Qin, after all, we're going on a maritime mission. If you're wearing your army uniform, wouldn't you stand out? It's just a matter of changing the color. Your rank remains Major—on par with our ship's captain." He shrugged. Since the officers had thought so thoroughly, and as a naturally generous and straightforward man, he decided to accept the offer. In no time, he donned a white naval uniform with a prominent two stripes and three stars. On board, anyone who saw him would have to render a proper salute—his treatment was truly excellent. The only drawback was the absence of female crew members; it was said that only on aircraft carriers did such personnel exist. If only he had suggested to Mr. Wei earlier that the carrier be included in the operation—he would have been far less lonely. Mr. Wei would undoubtedly have been furious upon hearing such a proposal. Nine vessels gathered in the designated area and formed a straight line, advancing steadily toward their assigned destination. Qin, the young officer, stood at the suspended window of the bridge, enjoying the same status and privileges as the captain, as he held the title of "Special Envoy" and held the rank of major. Soon, a bright spot appeared on the radar screen. The radar operator reported, "Captain, based on radar characteristics, this appears to be a Kongo-class 'God of Shield' ship from the Sun Country, assigned to conduct perimeter surveillance!" "Understood. Proceed to meet it." The captain gave clear, calm orders. As the fleet advanced at full speed, the patrol vessel also pushed full throttle and approached head-on.