Building a Business Empire with my Technological System

Michael Reyes paced back and forth in his private office, still reeling from the implications of the urgent notifications he had received earlier. The weather manipulation satellite he had designed in partnership with the United States government was not supposed to be activated without his explicit consent. Of course, there'd be times he'd let them use it in their field trials.

Now, it seemed, the U.S. was trying to bypass his authorization to initiate what could only be a preemptive strike against China. He knew the stakes were incredibly high.

As he tried to gather his thoughts, his phone vibrated again. This time, it was an encrypted call. Michael glanced at the screen and immediately recognized the encryption pattern. Only a few people had the capability to reach him through such secure means. He took a deep breath and accepted the call, knowing who it would be.

"Mr. Reyes," came a familiar voice after a brief silence. It was President Thomas Greene. The tone was tense, but controlled.

"Mr. President," Michael replied, keeping his voice calm. "I assume this call is about the satellite."

"Yes, it is," Greene responded. "We need your authorization to activate it. Our specialists have identified that your code is required to proceed. Time is of the essence."

Michael paused, weighing his words carefully. "Mr. President, I need to understand the full scope of this operation before I can provide my authorization. What exactly are you planning to do?"

"It's a field test," President Greene replied smoothly.

Michael stopped pacing, his brow furrowing. "A field test? Mr. President, according to the satellite telemetry and coordinates, it's tasked directly above China, specifically on the naval bases of China. This doesn't look like a test to me."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Greene spoke again. "Mr. Reyes, you must understand the strategic importance of this operation. The situation in the South China Sea is escalating, and we need to assert control without direct confrontation."'

"So you want to start a war with China now?" Michael asked, his voice edged with disbelief.

Thomas couldn't answer immediately. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but firm.

"This is our chance, Michael. It's now or never for the United States. What do you think will happen in the next ten years? The United States will lose its global dominance. There will be none."

"So this is your best chance, huh?" Michael muttered under his breath. "I was hoping you could delay your attack for another year."

The reason why he said that is due to the fact that he doesn't have system points to purchase a technology that could give him an upper hand in the war.

"Michael, I understand your reservations," Greene said, his tone softening slightly. "But we don't have the luxury of time. The window of opportunity is closing fast. We need your authorization now."

Michael took a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew the implications of giving that authorization. It could mean the difference between maintaining a delicate balance and plunging the world into chaos. "Mr. President, I need some time to consider this. Give me an hour."

"An hour?" Greene repeated, his voice tight. "There's no way we can give you that, our window of opportunity is closing. We need the code right now!"

***

Meanwhile, in Beijing, the Chinese military command center was a hive of activity. The radar screens flickered with activity, and operators were focused on their tasks. Suddenly, one of the radar operators noticed an anomaly.

"Commander, we have an unidentified object in our airspace," the operator called out.

Commander Li Zhi strode over to the radar console, his eyes narrowing as he studied the blip on the screen. "What do we have here?"

"Sir, it's moving at a high speed, and its trajectory is unusual. It's not one of our aircraft," the operator explained, adjusting the controls to get a clearer reading.

"Can we get a visual on it?" Li asked, turning to another operator.

The operator nodded and switched to the satellite feed, bringing up a live image of the object. The room fell silent as they watched the screen. The object was sleek, with a metallic sheen, moving with a precision that suggested advanced technology.

"Magnify," Li ordered.

The image zoomed in, revealing more details. The object was clearly artificial, with an array of sensors and antennas protruding from its surface.

"It's a satellite," Li said, his voice grim. "But it's not one of ours. It must be American."

"Sir, it's hovering over our naval bases," another operator pointed out, highlighting the object's coordinates on the map.

Li's eyes widened. "They wouldn't dare..."

"Prepare to engage," Li ordered. "We need to find out what this satellite is doing and neutralize it if necessary. Notify the higher command. This could be a prelude to something much larger."

As the Chinese military scrambled to respond, technicians began analyzing the satellite's transmissions, trying to decipher its purpose.

The data streams from the satellite were encrypted, making it difficult to determine its exact function. However, the positioning over critical naval installations left little doubt about its potential threat.

"We need to take it down," Li said, his voice decisive. "Deploy the DF-21D anti-satellite missiles. We cannot allow this object to compromise our security."

As the orders were relayed, the Chinese military prepared to launch its countermeasures. The DF-21D missiles were brought to their launch positions, their sleek, deadly forms glistening under the hangar lights.

"Missile is ready for launch," reported the missile officer.

"Proceed," Li commanded.

With a deafening roar, the DF-21D missile shot up into the sky, hurtling towards the satellite at incredible speed. The control room watched in tense silence as the missile's trajectory was tracked on the radar screens.

"Impact in five seconds," the radar operator announced, his voice tight with anticipation.

The missile closed the distance in a blur, its guidance systems locked onto the satellite.

"Three... two... one..."

A brilliant flash lit up the sky as the missile found its mark. The satellite exploded in a fiery burst, debris scattering into the atmosphere.

"Target destroyed," the radar operator confirmed.