The missiles danced wildly through the air like tongues of flame. "Not good! Missiles are attacking!" High Light reacted on the spot, leaping off the motorcycle with the young woman in his arms. The motorcycle, now like a wild, untamed stallion, shot free and veered off. A thunderous roar followed, and the motorcycle was instantly crushed by the massive missile head, shattering into pieces and spinning through the air. Yet, no explosion occurred. These were Jim's custom-made missiles from Blackwater, designed to strike in succession until they finally reached their target before detonating. "Hahahaha!" Jim's face lit up with a grim, triumphant smile as he laughed wildly at High Light, now holding the young woman, "High Light! You're done!" With the automatic guidance system firmly in his hands, Jim locked his target firmly on High Light. In his confident, unshakeable posture, he believed victory was assured. He didn't know that two strong bodyguards stood behind him—High Light's two stalwart protectors. Just as Jim was about to press a certain button, suddenly a sharp, gleaming knife was pressed against his back, and a gun aimed directly at his temple. Jim was stunned—completely unprepared to see that Gao Liang had two exceptionally capable bodyguards. Nevertheless, Jim had been well-prepared. He feigned surrender, taking advantage of the moment when the knife and gun momentarily relaxed, and suddenly pressed a key. At that instant, the missile accelerated and launched straight toward Gao Liang. Unbelievable! The two bodyguards were startled. Li Xiang, the one in golden armor, immediately seized the missile navigator, accidentally pressing a key in his surprise—right then, the missile changed course and suddenly ascended. But Jim, ever cunning, quickly took back the navigator and pressed another key hurriedly. Chen Zixue, of course, could not allow Jim to succeed. Determined to protect both his boss and his fourth wife, he promptly pressed a key himself. But Jim, cunning and deceitful as ever, pressed another button with determination, smiling slyly, "I may not be able to eliminate the highlight, but I can bring down the entire city of New York—my goal is to destroy the world!" The navigator continuously issued commands, altering the missile's trajectory. Jim was naturally held firmly in place by the two towering bodyguards, yet the terrifying aspect was that the missile had now slithered like a serpent, heading straight for the Empire State Building—381 meters tall—right beside the highlight. A terror attack! Even more devastating than the 9/11 attacks of September 11, 2001, when hijacked commercial airliners were deliberately crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon in New York and Washington, claiming over 3,000 lives. Impossible! The Empire State Building must not be struck by the missile. The 9/11 tragedy must not be repeated. Immediately, the highlight activated his electromagnetic abilities, raised both hands, and roared, "I shall become a god! My power is unstoppable!" As soon as he finished speaking, the water dragon ball, fire dragon ball, heavenly dragon ball, earth dragon ball, and all others within Gao Liang's body activated simultaneously, amplifying their energy at a rate increasing exponentially by 2048 to the power of N. Powerful electromagnetic waves surged from his palms, directed toward the missiles roaring toward him through the air. The New York anti-terrorism forces mobilized en masse, and all citizens of New York were filled with fear, praying fervently, "Lord! God! Come and save us! Amen!" The globally integrated missile defense system, built at great national expense and with nationwide efforts, proved utterly ineffective—unable even to intercept a missile that had suddenly emerged in the heart of the nation's most vital city, New York. The anti-terrorism units could only look up in helplessness. President Howard, though stationed at the White House, watched the scene unfold through real-time monitoring footage, and his coffee cup was so startled that it fell to the ground. "It's over! Completely over! God! Please come and save us!" President Howard had just taken special action to eliminate Bin Laden, the mastermind behind the 9/11 attacks, believing he could finally rest easy and breathe a sigh of relief. Yet, the sudden missile strike had startled him so much that he nearly lost his bladder. Beside him stood his top American political advisors—key figures in the political arena—and as Howard addressed them on the spot, he declared, "If anyone can effectively stem the tide of missile-based terrorist attacks, I will appoint him as the overall U.S. Commander of the War on Terror, with authority surpassing that of the Supreme Commanders of the Army, Navy, and Air Force!" But these advisors remained bowed in silence, lacking even the courage to lift their heads and look at the president. "Look! President!" A secretary immediately reminded Howard. Howard turned to see, and there, emanating from beside the Empire State Building, were two radiant ribbons of seven-colored light. Upon closer inspection, he saw an Eastern giant, fully channeling his inner energy, with those very seven-colored glows radiating from his palms. A divine being! "Wow! What a remarkable man we've got in America! Truly impressive! Truly impressive!" Howard was thrilled, jumping up and down with excitement, like a child. At the same time, he picked up the microphone and shouted at the leader of the New York anti-terrorism forces, "What's going on? You're doing nothing! Get moving! Activate the second anti-terrorism plan immediately!" Right away, all radar systems across New York emitted strong electromagnetic interference, yet the missile only slightly adjusted its trajectory and continued heading straight toward the Empire State Building. "It's over! It's over! Completely over!" Howard collapsed into his chair, eyes fixed on the scene in disbelief. As the senior administrators around him sighed in despair, the secretary was shouting with excitement, "President! Is this real? Is this real? Have I been looking at it all wrong?" "This scene immediately caused Howe and the senior officials to look up. They witnessed the image of the deadly missile, as it approached the Empire State Building, suddenly encountering two radiant seven-colored halos, as if drained of strength and unable to advance another step. After a three-second pause, it plummeted directly from the sky. Howe and the officials observed that the giant in the east continuously emitted light resembling seven-colored rainbows, enveloping him entirely in a brilliant glow, like the sun itself radiating its power. 'Oh my! My goodness! The divine has arrived! The savior has come!' exclaimed the citizens of all of New York, in awe. 'Incredible! Incredible! So miraculous! The God has appeared!' said the commander of the New York anti-terrorism forces. Howe, meanwhile, held his breath, anxiously wondering what fate awaited the missile upon its impact. Yet, to his great surprise, the missile did not explode." The anti-terrorism forces, eager to claim the spotlight, reported to Howe: "It was the strong electromagnetic interference from the anti-missile radar that prevented the missile from exploding!" Howe gave a light sniff and said, "Really?" The commander of the anti-terrorism forces immediately dispatched personnel to investigate. To their surprise, as soon as they approached the missile, it began emitting a series of hissing sounds—unfortunately, the missile was now set to explode on the spot.