The Tycoon's Odyssey

Aurora's calm voice broke the tense silence aboard the ship.

[Sir, would you like to retaliate against their forces more like sinking their entire fleet?]

Evan chuckled a bit upon hearing her suggestion.

Leaning against the railing, the faint glow of the ship's plasma thrusters cast faint shadows on his sharp features. He appeared thoughtful, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. For a moment, he considered the chaos unfolding around them—the relentless missiles, the fighter jets cutting through the skies, and the distant flashes of naval bombardments below.

After a moment, he replied coolly, "Nah, let's just go. But if any aircraft gets too close, turn them down. I don't want them following us."

Aurora acknowledged his command with a soft affirmation. Moments later, the ship surged forward, its thrusters roaring to life.

The colossal vessel cut through the sky at a terrifying speed, its sleek frame defying the sheer size of its structure. Bright plasma trails burned behind it, streaking across the heavens like a comet. Below, the ocean churned violently from the shockwaves of its passage, while the clouds above were shredded apart as if bowing to its presence.

The sight of the ship in motion sent shockwaves through the pursuing fighter jets. Pilots scrambled to maintain formation, their engines roaring as they pushed their aircraft to their limits. The jets climbed, diving and banking to close the distance, their weapon systems locking onto the elusive target.

They desperately used their top speed to chase after the enemy vessel while sending every piece of information to the live monitor.

But the chase was short-lived.
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A sudden pulse of energy erupted from Evan's ship, invisible to the naked eye, but devastating in effect. The electromagnetic wave rippled outward, expanding in all directions at the speed of sound.

Caught within its radius, the fighter jet engines sputtered and died almost instantly. Electrical systems short-circuited, cutting off power to control systems, targeting systems, and communications in a flash. The once-formidable war machines became little more than falling debris.

The pilots, realizing the inevitable, were forced to eject. Parachutes blossomed across the sky like white flowers against the chaotic backdrop, one after another, as men and women abandoned their powerless jets. Below them, their aircraft plummeted, spiraling into the ocean with thunderous crashes. The skies were now filled with silence, save for the faint hum of Evan's ship speeding away.

Aurora's voice cut through the quiet tension. [Pulse had been effective. All pursuing aircraft have been neutralized. No casualties were reported among pilots.]

Evan gave a small nod, his expression unreadable. "Good. Keep moving."

But, while the skies fell silent, the naval fleets below were far from deterred. Missiles continued to launch in relentless volleys, their fiery trails cutting through the heavens.

Massive naval cannons roared, sending explosive shells hurtling into the air. The sky itself seemed to shake under the weight of the bombardment. Bright flashes and deafening booms lit up the horizon, painting an almost apocalyptic scene of unrelenting war.

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Federation Central Building, USL

On the ground in the Federation's war room, Walter sat behind a large oak desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically against its polished surface. His cold, calculating eyes scanned the array of screens before him, each displaying live feeds of the battle.

Scenes of destruction played out across the monitors: burning debris, scattered aircraft, and the towering figure of Evan's ship cutting through the chaos like a blade of light.

His secretary entered the room briskly, holding a tablet with the latest report. "Sir, the atom bomb failed. It didn't even slow them down."

Walter leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanging. He nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving the screens. "Go on."

Adrian, one of the senior commanders, stepped forward to give a more detailed update. His face was pale, his voice tinged with frustration. "Sir, we've lost a total of thirty-four fighter jets. Most were taken down by that pulse wave. The pilots managed to eject safely, but the aircrafts are gone. As for naval ships, we've lost two—one from the Daxian fleet and another from the USR. Both were too close to the blast radius of their countermeasures."

Walter's fingers stopped tapping. He turned to Adrian with a cold stare. "Despite all this, they still failed to take down that damned ship?"

Adrian hesitated, but before he could respond, a loud commotion erupted from one of the communication stations. Voices filled with panic and disbelief echoed through the room.

"It's flying… That damned thing is flying!"

Walter's eyes narrowed, his expression darkening. "What?" He stood abruptly, his towering figure casting a shadow over the room. His sharp voice cut through the noise. "Explain."

Adrian hurried to decipher the reports coming in through the live feeds. "Sir, the ship… It's not just evading. It's fully airborne. It's heading toward the Devil's Triangle."

Walter's jaw tightened, his expression a mixture of anger and intrigue. He turned to his secretary. "Send a message to every fleet commander. I want a massive blockade surrounding Bermuda. No gaps. No weaknesses. Keep firing at that ship until its shields collapse."

The secretary hesitated. "But, sir, its defenses—"

Walter's voice grew cold, his tone brooking no argument. "I don't care. Keep firing. I don't believe that shields can last forever. Everything has its limits. And if it doesn't…"

He paused, his piercing gaze locking onto Adrian. A sinister edge crept into his voice. "Tell every country to prepare their ICBMs. Launch them all. Let's see if it can survive the combined onslaught of everything we have."

Adrian swallowed hard, nodded, and quickly turned to relay the order. Walter returned to his seat, his steely demeanor betraying no emotion. As the room buzzed with activity, his attention was fixed on the live feed of Evan's ship soaring effortlessly through the skies as its glowing plasma trails sliced through the chaos like a blade through the water.

In the distance, the relentless storm of missiles and naval firepower continued to rage on, but Walter's focus remained unwavering. He leaned forward, his cold eyes narrowing as he whispered to himself, "Let's see how long you can keep running."