Special Forces: At the beginning, An Ran pulled him to get his certificate.

Chapter 1436 The Investigation Results Shock the World

"Tell me in more detail, what exactly happened?"

The blond-haired man's voice was hoarse, as if sanded, with a barely perceptible tremor. He had been reclining in the leather chair of the Oval Office, a Montana cigar between his fingers, the ashtray already piled high. But now, he had even forgotten to light the cigar, his eyes fixed on the encrypted satellite image handed to him by the Chief of Operations, his knuckles white from the pressure—it was something he had just snatched from the operations center, the bloody debris on the screen making his stomach churn.

The sunlight outside the window should have been bright, but the air inside the office felt frozen. The crystal chandelier reflected a cold light, illuminating the sweat-dampened forehead of the operations officer, whose gold stars on his epaulets gleamed eerily under the light.

“Your Excellency, in the last encrypted message General Dawson sent, he mentioned that Yan had issued a warning to our fleet on the high seas… At the time, we all thought it was just a bluff, after all, they only had three aircraft carriers, while we had deployed six…”

The blond-haired man clenched his fist tightly, the cigar slipping from his fingers and falling onto the carpet with a "thud," leaving a small, charred mark. "I thought it was a bluff too! FUCK! Now tell me, what really happened?!" His voice suddenly rose, making the bronze sculptures in the office sway slightly.

“Three hours ago, satellite images showed that our fleet… suddenly disappeared about fifty nautical miles from their territorial waters. The scene at the time…” He paused, as if recalling that suffocating scene, “The sea was full of wreckage, fragments of the Stars and Stripes bobbing in the water, the bodies of soldiers…” His voice choked, “Our men didn’t even have time to send out a distress signal, they just… just sank like that.”

The blond-haired man snatched the tablet Dawson handed him, and the image on the screen made his pupils shrink. It was an enhanced satellite photo: the sea surface was densely covered with the wreckage of warships, the largest aircraft carrier's deck completely broken off, like a stranded behemoth slowly sinking in the water. Even more jarring was the sight of several tattered American flags vaguely visible among the wreckage, one of which was being swept up by the waves, like a broken flag desperately floating in the sea.

"This is impossible!" the blond-haired man roared. "Even if they have missiles, they couldn't possibly sink all six warships in three hours! Even the most advanced Tomahawk missiles need time to load, aim, and fire!" His fingers swiped frantically across the screen, trying to find any signs of sabotage. "This is definitely an exercise! It's their trick!"

“It wasn’t a drill, Your Excellency!” the minister cried out urgently, his voice trembling with emotion. “Our reconnaissance aircraft last detected the signal three hours ago. The fleet was sailing normally, with nothing unusual. But just ten minutes later, the signal suddenly dropped! We sent out search and rescue teams, but all we found were these wrecks…” He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “The only possibility is that Yan possesses some kind of weapon we’ve never seen before. They didn’t even deploy their main naval force; they just… just calmly watched our fleet approach, and then…”

The blond-haired man slammed the tablet to the ground, the screen shattering instantly into a spiderweb-like pattern. "I need to know the truth! What kind of weapons do they possess?!" he roared, veins bulging on his forehead. "Investigate! Even if you have to turn the whole earth upside down, find their secret weapon!"

"Yes, Your Excellency! We have contacted all intelligence stations and are analyzing satellite images with all our might... But so far, their weapons... are too bizarre." He paused, his tone filled with disbelief, "Based on our preliminary assessment, Yan may have developed... a swarm weapon capable of controlling tens of thousands of drones."

"Drone?" The blond-haired man was stunned. He recalled the small drones that Yan had displayed at the border three years ago. "So what? Our 'Global Hawk' drones are far more advanced than theirs!"

"No! Not ordinary drones! They're micro-drones! Thousands upon thousands, like bees! They're being released from transport planes, each carrying high explosives, and... and they can launch swarm attacks!" He pulled up a manipulated video showing an unassuming Yan-made Y-20 transport plane emerging from the clouds, its belly hatch slowly opening, and countless tiny black dots pouring out like a swarm of black bees, diving towards the aircraft carrier below.

“These 'swarms'…” General Dawson’s voice trembled, “They sank a destroyer in three minutes, and within five minutes, the deck of a second aircraft carrier was completely destroyed… The whole process was carried out without any warning, without any resistance…”

The blond-haired man stared intently at the screen, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. In the video, a swarm of drones covered the entire sea like a black tide, each drone precisely crashing into the aircraft carrier's ammunition depot or command tower. Explosions erupted one after another, each explosion like a heart being ripped apart, and the entire process, from beginning to end, lasted only a dozen minutes.

"This... how is this possible?" the blond-haired man muttered to himself, his face ashen. "How did they do that? How do they control so many drones?"

“This may be related to their chip breakthrough,” General Dawson said in a low voice. “Our intelligence indicates that Yan has recently made a huge breakthrough in the chip field, with the mass production of 4-nanometer chips… giving them the ability to control tens of thousands of drones at the same time.”

Yellow Hair slumped into his chair, his cigar slipping from his fingers and falling into the ashtray, leaving a small scorch mark. Looking at the sea dotted with wreckage on the screen, he suddenly realized that his long-standing disregard for Yan might have cost the entire Western Alliance dearly.

Meanwhile, inside the Prime Minister's official residence, the atmosphere was equally oppressive. The Prime Minister sat behind her large desk, her fingers constantly tracing the surface, her gaze vacant as she stared out the window at the falling cherry blossoms—the symbol of their nation, now seeming particularly ironic. Her phone screen displayed "Not Connected," a message that had remained unanswered for six hours.

"We can't get in touch with General Gil!" The secretary beside him reported anxiously, her voice trembling with tears. "We deployed our best 'Izumo' fleet, how could... how could they even jam the signal?"

The Prime Minister abruptly looked up, her meticulously styled hair now disheveled, and her makeup smudged with anxiety. "Calm down!" Her voice was hoarse, trembling almost imperceptibly. "We've endured this for decades, just a few more hours! Maybe they're just carrying out a covert operation, shielding us from all information..."

She had barely finished speaking when the encrypted phone on her desk suddenly rang urgently. The Prime Minister rushed over as if electrocuted, her voice trembling as she pressed the answer button, a hint of ingratiation she herself didn't realize: "Haye! It's me! The great President..."

The voice on the other end of the phone was that of General Dawson, but it carried a dying despair: "Your Excellency... our fleet... is completely annihilated... all the aircraft carriers... are gone..."

"What?!" The Prime Minister's pupils dilated suddenly, as if struck by lightning. "Impossible! Don't you have the most advanced weapons? How could this be..."

“It’s…it’s Yan’s secret weapon…” Dawson’s voice trailed off. “They used…they used thousands upon thousands of drones…a swarm attack…We…we didn’t even have a chance to fight back…”

"Pfft—" The Prime Minister's vision went black as her phone slipped from her hand, the screen shattering on the ground with a piercing sound. She fell straight backward, and the officials behind her gasped and rushed to her side, only to find that she had already fainted, her face as pale as paper, her lips purple, and even her breathing had become weak.

At the same time, in the presidential office of Korea, the atmosphere was equally heavy. The president slumped on the sofa, clutching a newly received encrypted telegram in his hand. The telegram contained only one line: "All fleets, utterly annihilated." He slammed the telegram to the ground, letting out a desperate roar: "We can't fight anymore! We can't fight at all!"

His secretary quickly handed him a glass of water, his voice trembling: "Your Excellency, should we...should we contact the United States?"

The president waved his hand, staring blankly out the window: "Contact what? Contact them to destroy ourselves together?" He suddenly stood up, grabbed the phone on the table, and his fingers flew across the keyboard. "Send an email to the United States and say... we're withdrawing from the alliance!"

Meanwhile, in a secret base within the Ula territory, a group of officials dressed in heavy military overcoats were discussing a large electronic map. On the map, the red area representing Yan was surrounded by concentric halos, making it particularly eye-catching.

"Well done!" An elderly general with gray hair slapped the table, a satisfied smile on his face. "I told you long ago, the Americans were so arrogant, they would suffer a great loss sooner or later! Now they have been completely wiped out, our neighbor did a great job!"

"Yes, hurrah!" The surrounding officials raised their glasses in celebration of this unexpected victory.

But the discussion quickly subsided. A young officer adjusted his glasses, his tone grave: "General, I'm very curious, what weapons did they use? How could they destroy a fleet in such a short time?"

The old general paused for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the table. "Don't overthink it. First, figure out how their weapons work. But..." His tone shifted, his eyes sharpening. "We must be vigilant. They've developed too quickly; we know nothing. In the future... will they retaliate against us? After all, we've been..."

“General, don’t worry.” Another officer interrupted him. “We’re just remaining neutral. As long as they don’t provoke us, there won’t be any problems. The most important thing now is to find out what their weapons are.”

The United States' investigation was swift; they deployed agents around the world and quickly uncovered the situation through various satellite surveillance.

However, after their intelligence chief watched the entire video, he slumped into his chair.

In the intelligence center three levels below the Pentagon, the air seemed to freeze solid. General Harris, the Secretary of Intelligence, removed his diamond-encrusted military wristwatch; the metal strap gleamed coldly under the stark white light. His fingertips trembled slightly with tension, each click on the encrypted server a questioning of fate.

"Activate the 'Skynet' satellite constellation and retrieve all real-time imagery of the sea area between 37° and 41° North latitude!" General Harris's voice was hoarse, his Adam's apple bobbing, and cold sweat trickled down his temples, staining the carpet with a small, dark patch. The large screen behind him suddenly lit up, and countless streams of data poured down like a waterfall, finally settling on an enhanced satellite image—over the high seas, a massive fleet was slowly approaching Yan's territorial waters, the carrier-based aircraft gleaming metallically in the sunlight, like a military show about to unfold.

"Magnify! Magnify it to the highest level!" General Harris slammed his hand on the control panel, the glass surface vibrating violently with a piercing hum.

On the screen, the originally blurry black dots gradually became clear: they were "swarms" pouring out of the cargo door of the transport plane, each "black dot" carrying a miniature explosive device, forming a visible black vortex in the sky above the sea.

"What... what is this?"

In the footage, the swarm of drones, like a living bee, precisely targets the aircraft carrier's ammunition depot and command tower. The first destroyer lists and sinks within two minutes, its massive hull tracing a desperate arc across the sea, as seawater cascades down its broken deck like a waterfall.

"They're micro-drones!" the young analyst suddenly screamed, his voice trembling with fear. "Look at their trajectories! Each one has an independent AI navigation system, and they're working together to attack the same target!"

"This is a new weapon developed by Yan Country. It can control thousands of drones at the same time, carry explosive devices, and can also self-destruct."

"This must be a high-tech weapon brought about by the breakthrough in chip technology by the Yan people."

The experts in the United States were engaged in a long discussion, and no one could speculate on how it was developed. They could only guess that it was probably due to the chip problem in Yan Country.

At the same time.

The other side also received the news. As neighbors of Yan, they were even more shocked. It could be said that their jaws dropped to the ground.

Drones, countless miniature drones.

Such intensive control technology, with its precise tracking and bombing, is already more than two generations ahead of theirs.

"Sir, what should we do? They have always been dissatisfied with us, and now that we have provoked them first, they will definitely retaliate against us."

“This time, the Yan people are serious. You saw the footage. They killed us even if we surrendered. It was completely useless.”

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have joined the alliance..."

"Quiet down, quiet down..."

On the Goguryeo side, after the intelligence minister discovered the news of the complete annihilation of the army, he immediately informed the supreme commander. After the supreme commander understood the whole process, he made a decision very quickly.

"We can't fight, it's completely impossible. We'll send an email to the United States saying we're withdrawing from the alliance..."