The air-raid siren roared loudly, and people throughout the harbor scrambled in panic, fleeing to what they believed were safe spots. Qin Feng, a man deeply committed to humanitarian principles, had only targeted the warships—never the panicked crowds—despite the fact that the medicinal reserves within Naga were more than sufficient to level the entire harbor. Three warships were sinking rapidly, while two others caught fire, their crews utterly unprepared due to the sudden assault, with no time to react or even attempt to escape. The warships were moored within the harbor and, by regulation, did not need to activate their anti-aircraft radar, so there was no prior warning. Even if the radar had been on, it would have only detected the bombs at the moment they were released—still, with their massive size, the warships would have been unable to evade the onslaught. Explosions rang out continuously, many caused by weapons and ammunition aboard the ships. Crew members who couldn't escape were either killed outright or went down with the vessels. Not far from the harbor, a command center was in complete disarray, still unable to determine who had launched the attack. Qin Feng was in charge of blowing up the ships, while Isabel dealt with the final monastic priests. The priests had never anticipated such ruthless tactics—directly destroying the naval harbor. Had they known it would come to this, they would never have come to seek shelter here. Now, it was too late to speak of compassion; without lives to save, what good would compassion do? He even found this situation preferable—more chaos, better chances of escape. Yet he didn't realize that he had never actually left Isabel's sight. The graceful instructor glided silently through the sky, timing her move and dropping a high-explosive bomb precisely. The monk sensed a threat and quickly stepped aside, but still was scorched on his right side by the intense heat of the explosion. He rolled on the ground, using the water flowing from a nearby car wash to douse the flames, then rose and sprinted off. Boom... This time, he was hit squarely—his entire body was engulfed in flames. The female instructor, still not satisfied, tossed down another bomb. Boom... The monk desperately tried to run, but the flames eventually consumed him, reducing him to ash. After a brief moment of panic, many people on the street soon calmed down, realizing that only the warships had been bombed—no bombs had struck them directly. A few bold ones looked up toward the sky, wondering now: if the bombs came from the sky, where were the planes? Hoo… A stealth fighter painted black and gray broke through the cloud layer, dropped a bomb, then re-entered the clouds. Though the sequence happened swiftly, it was captured by several people using their smartphones, including some with high-definition camera models. One person exclaimed, "It's an F-22 fighter jet — a U.S. aircraft!" "Yes, right at the XXX base in the south, there's a U.S. F-22 fighter squadron stationed. It must have taken off from there!" "Only a stealth bomber could sink our warships without being detected!" All the attention was focused squarely on the Americans. If someone now suggested that the aircraft we just saw might have been from our country, they would surely face criticism. While China has introduced many new weapons in recent years, its stealth fighters have not yet entered service. Even if they had, they certainly wouldn't have made it all the way to the United States. Just now, Qin, the young noble, briefly appeared above the ground, emerging from a cloud layer only to re-enter it shortly afterward—deliberately keeping the duration short to avoid detection. He also symbolically dropped a real bomb, though the aircraft was a model. Boom— the bomb exploded on the street, leaving a deep crater. The two individuals, having completed their respective missions, met in the air and swiftly departed. Soon thereafter, the Sun Nation launched a strong criticism against the United States, demanding an explanation for the bombing of the naval base, or else imposing necessary retaliatory measures, while simultaneously encircling all U.S. military bases with its self-defense forces, clearly intending to push them further. The Americans are also panicked. After all, the Japanese have been bowing to their pressure for several decades. Though in recent years their boldness has grown and they've occasionally stirred up trouble, something like what's happening now has never before occurred. They treat the situation as if it were a major threat, yet insist that the military port was not bombed by American aircraft. The Japanese, however, remain unconvinced and present evidence—though all the footage was captured on smartphones—clearly showing the aircraft models. The Americans are now at a loss. While steadfastly denying the claim, they dispatch investigators to verify that no American aircraft took off during that period, especially no stealth fighters heading toward the port. In fact, most people believe it was the Americans who did it. First, they have the capability. Second, they've a long history of misconduct, consistently refusing to acknowledge it. The tone they're adopting now is remarkably similar to how they've behaved after committing such wrongs in the past. Soon another person stepped forward, claiming that the explosion at the Jingguo Shenxi toilets was related to the Americans. Then came more voices saying that the series of incidents—including pursuit operations and ship sinkings in the East China Sea over the past few months—had all been orchestrated by them. The Americans were left helpless, desperately trying to explain that it wasn’t their doing. The State of Huaxia, the Capital City. While watching the news, Wei Qingtian was laughing heartily. Before He Zhengjun entered, he had already heard the laughter. As soon as He Zhengjun came in, his first words were: “Dad, what’s going on? Why are you so happy?” The elder pointed to the television screen and said: “The Sun Nation and the United States are fighting each other tooth and nail—it’s absolutely hilarious!” He Zhengjun smiled and replied: “Ah, it’s this matter, isn’t it? When I saw the news this morning, I was puzzled. You know, I always thought these two nations were so closely aligned, working as one—how could they suddenly come into conflict? The Sun Nationals firmly insist that the Americans bombed their naval bases and warships, while the Americans firmly deny it "Well, I just like watching these back-and-forth clashes," the elder said. He sat down, frowning. "If these two countries really go to war, it will have a major impact on Asia and indeed the entire world. As military men, we simply can't afford to be caught off guard—we must make preparations now!" "Preparations? What kind of preparations?" the elder snapped, eyes blazing. "Are you truly stupid or just pretending? Can they really go to war over just a few video clips recorded on mobile phones? Do you think the Americans would admit it was their doing?" "Who else could have done it?" Mr. He expressed his confusion. The elder looked utterly exasperated. "You! You're getting older and your mind is getting worse—how could it possibly be the Americans? Have their heads been kicked by a donkey?"