bookbashuk Chapter 122 Someone is flying an intercontinental missile!
Chapter 122 Someone is flying an intercontinental missile!
Chapter 122 Someone is flying an intercontinental missile!
"Damn! That's really powerful!"
Thousands of meters above the ground, Pei Qi, facing the supersonic airflow that could instantly tear an ordinary person into mincemeat, let out a thoroughly exhilarating sigh.
"Ordinary people always think that driving a limited-edition supercar and riding in a luxurious private jet with leather sofas is what it means to be prestigious," which is utterly ridiculous!
Pei Qi stepped on the ICBM tracking missile that was diving at several Mach.
Beneath their feet was a scorching hot special alloy, and behind them stretched a tens-of-meters-long orange-red high-temperature plasma tail flame.
"A real man should wear this thing when he goes out! This is what a real man should do!"
In those cultivation novels, people always like to boast about riding the wind on a sword and slaying demons across the world.
The description between the lines is nothing more than people wearing flowing white robes, pretending to fly with their hands behind their backs, and stepping on three-foot-long "iron sticks" as they slowly fly in the sky.
They call it the ultimate romance for men, or the ethereal and otherworldly quality.
But, sir, times have changed!
What kind of skill is it to sway in the air on a thin piece of metal? And you have to chant spells and perform hand gestures when you encounter turbulence?
A real man's romance must be riding around on a multi-million ton intercontinental nuclear warhead!
No matter how sharp a sword aura is, can it have the same exhilarating feeling as the Mach rings exploding when breaking the sound barrier?
No matter how dazzling the sword light is, can it be as dazzling as the high-temperature plasma spewed out by a rocket engine?
These days, thrust-to-weight ratio and explosive yield are the hard metrics that real men should value! "True missile control means having intercontinental ballistic missiles under your feet!"
The wind howled in his ears, but Pei Qi remained as steady as a mountain.
His dark gray [General Mechanical MekaSuit Armor Suit] was operating at a frenzied power output of thousands of RF redstone flux per second.
By using the gravity adjustment module loaded onto his leg armor, Pei Qi forcibly modified the gravity acting on him, making his feet firmly "anchored" to the smooth collision box of the missile.
Meanwhile, the spiral stabilization module built into the chest armor emitted a dark blue deflecting force field, deflecting the oncoming supersonic sonic boom cloud from his sides as easily as cutting tofu.
There was no bumping, no heatstroke, and even my hair didn't get messed up.
With the momentum to destroy everything, he plummeted down toward the dark red ruins of Manhattan below!
At this very moment, at the crossroads below.
The commanders and soldiers of Blackwatch fled frantically, like ants on a hot plate.
The shrill whistling sound coming from overhead grew louder and louder; it was the countdown to death approaching.
"Scatter! Scatter immediately! Get away from the missile's impact point!"
The commander roared hoarsely as he scrambled to get behind an overturned Stryker armored vehicle.
He looked up, staring in despair at the ever-growing "artificial meteor" in the sky.
At the critical moment when the missile was less than 500 meters from the ground.
An observer carrying a rangefinder suddenly let out a piercing scream, even louder than the roar of the missile: "Sir! Something's jumping off the missile!"
Under the almost bulging gazes of all the Blackwatch soldiers.
The blurry figure that had been standing on the missile, looking down at them like a god, suddenly bent his knees and jumped in mid-air, directly separating from the missile body!
"Is he insane?! At that speed, the air friction will burn him to ashes!" the adjutant shouted in disbelief.
However, what happened next completely shattered the physics knowledge that all the American soldiers present had acquired through their higher education.
After detaching from the missile, the figure did not slow down and fall due to loss of power. Instead, it suddenly burst into an extremely terrifying acceleration in mid-air!
"Buzz—!"
A visible white shockwave instantly exploded in the air behind Pei Qi. That was the MekaSuit mech's flight module being pushed to its limit.
His speed increased dramatically in a fraction of a second, leaving the intercontinental ballistic missile flying at several Mach far behind!
Like a gray lightning bolt that tore through space, it rushed ahead with the ferocity of a meteorite hitting the earth, heading straight for the Black Watchers' defenses!
"Enemy attack! Anti-aircraft machine guns ready—"
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Before the commander could finish giving his order, the afterimage that descended from the sky, carrying devastating kinetic energy, rushed to a low altitude less than a few dozen meters from their lines.
Under normal circumstances, if a person crashes into the ground at several times the speed of sound, the kinetic energy generated is no less than that of a high-explosive aerial bomb.
He himself would turn into a pile of minced meat, and the ground would be smashed into a huge crater.
Everyone instinctively closed their eyes, bracing themselves for the impact that would shatter them to pieces.
however.
There was no explosion, no impact, not even a whisper of wind.
All sounds are silent.
When the commander opened his eyes in horror, he saw a scene that would send him to a mental hospital immediately.
That man, the one who was plunging down at Mach speed, actually stopped abruptly just one meter above the ground!
It's a true instantaneous stop. From a speed of several Mach to absolute stillness at zero speed, the entire process doesn't even involve a single frame of transition!
There is no deceleration buffer, and no reverse injection.
He completely ignored the enormous reaction force of inertia that could instantly crush the internal organs of a carbon-based organism into a pulp.
Newton's three laws of motion were like scraps of paper being roughly torn apart and rubbed hard on the ground in front of him.
In Minecraft's flight mechanics, the speed will immediately drop to zero the moment a player releases the directional keys, provided there are no ice blocks or other sliding blocks present. This is an absolute rule of the Minecraft world.
The person hovered quietly in mid-air, one meter above the ground, before gently landing on their feet without raising even a speck of dust.
At this moment, Pei Qi had temporarily concealed the imposing MekaSuit heavy armor he was wearing through the powerful transmogrification-like function of the fashion panel unlocked in Terraria.
To outsiders, he didn't appear to be wearing any futuristic armor or high-tech helmet.
He was just a young Asian man dressed in a well-tailored black casual trench coat, with a white shirt underneath, and even his hair was neatly combed.
He looked like an elite white-collar worker who had just stepped out of a high-end office building on Wall Street, completely out of place in this Manhattan ruin filled with blood, flesh, and smoke.
Dead silence.
A deathly silence fell over the entire intersection. Only the thud of a fleeing hunter in the distance reminded them that this was a battlefield.