This is their latest hypersonic missile that can fly to its destination in twenty minutes.
The commander looked serious. This was the first time they had used such a weapon in decades. If they didn't let others see their sharp claws, they might be casually bullied as if they were toothless tigers.
The time when the big screen started to jump. Although the estimated time was twenty minutes, they needed more accurate data.
A strange light flashed in the commander's eyes, which was the desire for blood and killing.
From today on, all the cities in the Western District will cease to exist, and he will definitely leave his name in history!
Seeing the missile flying along the track to the selected location, everyone cheered in the command room.
In the face of powerful military power, all contracts and agreements are ridiculous empty talk.
If they are happy, just listen to them. If they are unhappy, everyone will kneel at their feet and listen to their teachings.
This is the prerogative of a military power.
Just when the time on the screen showed the fifteenth minute, a panicked voice suddenly sounded in the command room: "The missile has turned around and returned."
The commander's expression changed and he quickly looked at the big screen. When he found that the trajectory of the missile inside had indeed been reversed, he immediately issued an order: "Block it, block it quickly."
The staff in charge of communication technology had a nervous look on their face: "Sir, the missile is out of control and we must evacuate to a safe area immediately."
The commander grabbed the other party's collar: "Why did it lose control? What is the scope of the impact?"
Panic had made him lose his judgment and he just wanted to hear the answer from others.
Suddenly, the commander thought of something important and turned around to hold down the live broadcast camera.
With a crisp sound, the screen turned into darkness.
People who were still cheering for the coming "peace" suddenly fell into panic.
"Why did the missile turn around? It was a terrorist attack."
"I am a pacifist and should not be in danger."
"Where's the government? Who's going to tell me how to evacuate?"
"Are the officials hiding again? Are they abandoning us again?"
There are also people who are constantly cursing Yu Guang and Yu Guang's protective shield. They are cursing Yu Guang crazily while running for their lives.
If it weren't for peripheral vision, they wouldn't be in danger at all.
When everyone was running away frantically, traffic problems inevitably occurred. A series of car accidents occurred on the originally desolate streets, and wailing sounds were heard.
At the same time, all the monitors in the Justice Kingdom lit up, and a scene of a man eating instant noodles appeared on the screen.
Realizing that the person on the screen was him, the man's eyes widened, and the noodle bowl in his hand fell to the ground. His voice was also panicked: "Lao Luo, broadcast the accident, broadcast the accident."
The next second, the screen went black, and a piece of music that was popular many years ago played.
"The gentle starry sky should move you"
Then the music became quieter and a smiling face appeared in the picture.
Although Yu Guang speaks Mandarin, in other countries, Yu Guang's voice, like the background music, is simultaneously translated into various languages.
Yu Guang's eyebrows were still gentle: "TFP has just been established and there are not enough funds. We don't have enough financial resources to test the power of the protective shield on our own. We should have troubled the Justice Kingdom to worry more about us."
There is no other way, because she is poor and it costs money to practice by herself, so it is better to stimulate a rich person to attack her.
It also just lets other countries see that she is not as easy to fight as everyone thought, and the cost of attacking her is actually a bit high.
Hearing these mocking words from the corner of his eye, the residents of the Justice Kingdom continued to curse crazily.
Some impulsive people even hit the monitor with some available weapons around them, as if this can damage their peripheral vision.
But the peripheral vision in the picture was not disturbed in any way, and he continued to speak with a smile: "I am very curious now. After the missile rebounded, did the residents of several cities around the base evacuate? Will their lives be affected?"
Speaking of this, Yu Guang automatically shook his head and denied this statement: "It shouldn't be affected. After all, you have long been used to being given up. You should have learned to protect yourself long ago, right?"
Although he didn't know the audience's reaction, 08 still praised the host in his heart: his host is still the leader of the Zhaxin Gang, and the hatred has been completely suppressed.
At this time, there were only the last two minutes left. He raised his hand and looked at his watch out of the corner of his eye: "There are still two minutes left. Do you still think that war is the best solution? Don't let the bomb fall on your head." , will you still feel happy?
What you hate most right now is me who made the missile return the same way it came to protect myself, or the person who released the missile.
In the last moments of your life, what do you most want to say? "
These words ignited everyone's deeper hatred. Just as everyone rushed towards their monitors again, they saw Yu Guang waving his hands: "There is no need to tell me, because I don't want to know at all. What I just asked is just to delay time."
He looked over from the corner of his eye and revealed the timer behind him. He saw that a countdown of 59.58 had appeared on it.
And the voice with a smile from Yu Guang: "Just a few more words and we should be able to count down to single digits. Then we can change the question to another question. Have you finished writing your suicide note?"
The corners of Li Zhi's mouth kept twitching. This was the first time he had seen someone who could control hatred so surely.
The timer finally reached single digits, the smile in Yu Guang became gentler, and the red lips parted slightly: "9.8.7.6"
Yu Guang's voice was quite steady, as if those people were just ants in her eyes.
Luo Xin closed her eyes hard, although she knew in her peripheral vision that she was protecting TFP and showing her fist to the world.
But he still couldn't accept that so many people were suffering, not because of his holy mother, but because he had always played the role of protector, and he really couldn't stand this scene.
But the countdown in the corner of my eye continued: "4.3.2"
Along with the wailing of countless people, the peripheral vision in the screen read that word and snapped his fingers.
With this snap of fingers, the missile that was about to fall instantly decomposed and turned into countless fine dust that fell towards the military base.
Things happened so suddenly that the originally indestructible base was directly buried on the spot.
But the explosion that everyone imagined did not happen.
The people who had already squatted down with their heads in their hands looked at each other blankly, unable to believe that they were still alive.
A voice with a smile from Yu Guang sounded again from the monitor: "Unexpected or not, I said no one will come to evacuate you. Just believe me this time. You are just a group of ordinary people who can be abandoned at any time."
The truth may sound ugly, but it’s refreshing!
People who survived the disaster roared crazily and beat things around them, trying to prove that they were still alive.
(End of chapter)
