Chapter Forty-Seven: Global Storm

Riding in the Sky Pillar, Wang Jing arrived at this dimension’s Earth. From the moment he entered the planet’s orbit, he understood exactly which world he had come to. Gazing at the Earth surrounded by thousands of satellites, Wang Jing realized that he had arrived in the Global Storm dimension.

“Sky Pillar, land in America. I know what world this is,” Wang Jing instructed.

“Understood, but we’ll likely be detected by their radar,” Sky Pillar reminded him.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as we enter the atmosphere, it’s fine.”

Inside a satellite monitoring station, a radar technician suddenly received a system alert.

“An unidentified flying object is rapidly approaching America’s Hurricane Satellite No. 5,” the technician reported.

“Did you try radio contact?” asked the communications supervisor.

“We did, but there was no response at all!” the technician replied, spreading his hands.

“Check if there’s any flight application noted in the international memos,” the supervisor ordered according to protocol.

“We’ve already checked. There are no flight records for today.”

Hearing this, the communications supervisor grew more serious, stepping behind the technician to ask, “Do you have any images?”

“Yes, here’s a photo taken by the asteroid monitoring system.” The technician brought up an image of Sky Pillar.

Upon seeing the craft’s shape, the supervisor frowned. “This aircraft resembles a spaceplane, but none of the world’s spaceplanes look like this.”

As the supervisor muttered, the technician suggested, “Should we notify the US Department of Defense? Maybe it’s their latest development.”

The supervisor nodded, agreeing. “Sure, it does look like Earth technology. Perhaps another round of the arms race is about to begin.” He sighed.

However, after the US Department of Defense received the alert, they immediately denied ownership of the spaceplane. Yet, when they tried to track it by radar, nothing could be found.

Returning to the primary dimension, Wang Jing had just disembarked from Sky Pillar when Song Guohua asked about the world’s setting.

“The technology in this dimension is very valuable to us. Did you see the satellites in the planet’s orbit?”

“Yes, I did. It was spectacular—almost covering the entire Earth!” Song Guohua replied.

“Those satellites are used to control the weather on Earth, and they’re remarkably effective.”

“The natural environment in that world is harsh?” Song Guohua inquired.

“Exactly. If our world keeps developing as it is now, in less than ten years—certainly not fifty—we’ll see global extreme weather just like that Earth.” Wang Jing spoke gravely.

Song Guohua nodded in agreement, then asked, “Is there any other useful information?”

“There is. Those satellites were jointly developed by over a dozen countries. Initially, the United States managed them, but according to regulations, control is to be handed over to the United Nations this year.”

“But the US Vice President doesn’t want to relinquish such a powerful superweapon, so he plans to strike first—using those weather-control satellites to attack other nations.”

“That’s classic American behavior,” Song Guohua remarked.

“Precisely. That’s why I need Ada Wong to join me in this operation,” Wang Jing said.

“No problem. Her training is complete—she’s ready anytime.”

“Oh, and let Jiang Ning know to develop a highly stealthy powered exoskeleton. Sometimes my own strength isn’t enough. I need auxiliary equipment,” Wang Jing added.

“Alright, I’ll relay that to the research team,” Song Guohua agreed.

By then, the supersonic stealth aircraft was ready on the runway. After bidding farewell to Song Guohua, Wang Jing boarded the plane, crossed into the Global Storm dimension, and landed in a deserted area.

Since the supersonic stealth craft had transformed into an Autobot, parachuting was no longer necessary—it could morph into humanoid form and let Wang Jing out safely.

After sending the craft back to the primary dimension, Wang Jing brought Ada Wong over.

“What’s my assignment?” Ada Wong asked.

“Earn the trust of the US President, gather evidence of the Vice President’s crimes, and obtain all data related to the Dutch Boy project.”

“That’s quite a list,” Ada Wong complained.

“If not, what would you be here for? But don’t worry, you’ll have help—the United Government is mobilizing agents.”

Ada Wong nodded, then took off in a Mercedes supercar transformed from Jazz.

Wang Jing, meanwhile, went with Liu Peiqiang to visit Jack Lawson at Vero Beach.

He searched several beaches before finally locating Jack Lawson’s residence.

He saw solar panels atop the roof and a car engine hanging nearby.

“Who are you looking for?” came a little girl’s voice from atop the transformer box.

Wang Jing recognized her as Jack Lawson’s daughter, Anna. “I’m here to see your father. You should come down, child—that’s dangerous.”

“It’s fine, I’m just replacing a power regulator,” Anna replied, boasting.

“Ah! Your father must have nerves of steel. Come down, let your dad handle it.” Wang Jing moved toward Anna.

Just then, Jack Lawson’s voice sounded from an adjoining room, “Anna, who’s here?”

“Daddy, two people say they’re here to see you,” Anna answered.

Jack Lawson emerged, wrench in hand, frowning as he saw Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang. “Who are you?”

Wang Jing took out a credential from his chest. “Wang Jing, director of the United Government.”

“United Government? You’re from the United Nations?”

“You could see it that way. It’s a newly formed organization,” Wang Jing replied.

“Alright, so what do you want with me?”

Wang Jing glanced around, then gestured at the house. “Uh—can we talk inside?”

Jack Lawson hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside. “Come in.”

In the living room, seated on the sofa, Anna poured fruit juice for Wang Jing and Liu Peiqiang.

Wang Jing smiled in thanks. “Thank you.” Liu Peiqiang also expressed his gratitude politely.

“Now, can you tell me why you’ve come?” Jack Lawson asked.

“Certainly. I’d like to ask—are you familiar with the parallel universe theory?”

“Though it’s not confirmed, I do believe in it,” Jack Lawson replied, shrugging.

Wang Jing nodded, then took out a three-month-old newspaper from Liu Peiqiang’s backpack and handed it to Jack Lawson.

Jack Lawson frowned upon seeing the paper, then quickly set it down, his expression darkening. “Dutch Boy is no longer under my supervision. You shouldn’t be talking to me—you should be speaking with the officials who replaced me!”

“I know you’re upset about being betrayed by the congressional representatives, but please, look at this paper again,” Wang Jing said patiently.

Jack Lawson shot Wang Jing a scowl, then reluctantly picked up the newspaper and continued reading. As he did, his expression shifted from irritation to utter astonishment.

“This is impossible!”