Lin Mo’s calm voice echoed across the panoramic observation bridge of the Taichu Golden Sky-Cruiser as the three-hundred-meter vessel descended through the Alpine clouds toward Geneva.
Across the thirty-foot holographic projection table, high-altitude optical and karmic telemetry locked onto the limestone facades of the Geneva Grand Opera House, the Rue du Rhône financial district, and the private salon of the Lombard-Vane Swiss Private Bank.
On the salon feed, Baron Victor Julian von Lombard-Vane clutched the stone balustrade as his private security chief rushed out with an urgent encrypted dispatch from the Swiss border radar network and the Mediterranean fleet.
Beside him, Zhao Kai and Liu Yan saw the pale look on the security chief’s face, and their smug grins faltered.
“What do you mean Commander Steiner’s entire Mediterranean squadron was disarmed in eight seconds?!” Baron Lombard-Vane rasped into the encrypted handset, his voice cracking with sudden alarm. “And an unidentified three-hundred-meter diplomatic sky-cruiser from Huaxia just crossed the Mont Blanc radar line and received sovereign landing clearance at Geneva International Airport?!”
Lord Arthur Vance stepped back from the railing, his face turning the color of damp parchment. “A three-hundred-meter Eastern flagship... landing in Geneva tonight? Victor, you said their accounts were paralyzed!”
