great-warnovel Chapter 160 Physical Packing and East China Sea Coordinates
Chapter 160 Physical Packing and East China Sea Coordinates
Lu Yuan had just finished speaking.
The wind on the martial arts stage completely stopped.
Only the engine of that heavy truck was still idling, emitting a dull hum.
The dozens of patriarchs from prominent families in the capital kneeling in the stands didn't dare raise their heads. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads onto the white marble slabs, making a very faint pattering sound.
Old Li led the special operations team from the Astronomical Bureau through the shattered bronze door and ran in.
Hundreds of fully armed special operations team members, each carrying a state-of-the-art electromagnetic rifle, froze in place when they saw the scene unfolding on the arena.
Old Li stumbled and almost fell headfirst into the pile of black ash that Lei Chang had turned into.
He reached out and grabbed the badly deformed steel railing beside him. A sudden churning in his stomach sent a wave of acid gushing up his throat.
"Mr. Lu."
Old Li forced himself to swallow the nausea, hunched over, and took small, quick steps to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan didn't look at him.
He was looking down and wiping the cerebrospinal fluid from Smith's fingers with a wet tissue.
"This living devil really did a soul search on the executive of the S.H.I.E.L.D. conglomerate."
Old Li was quickly calculating in his mind. He didn't know what secrets Smith was holding in his head, but he knew very well that as long as Lu Yuan didn't speak, he didn't even have the right to ask a question.
"I've inspected the coffin. The size is just right."
Lu Yuan casually tossed the wet tissue he had used to wipe his hands onto the ground.
"Put this foreign pig in the first coffin. He's in a vegetative state now, barely able to breathe without relying on instinct. Don't cover him completely; leave a crack for him to breathe."
Lu Yuan pointed to Smith on the ground, who was still twitching from time to time.
Old Li nodded repeatedly and quickly gestured to the special operations team members behind him.
Several team members, suppressing their nausea, grabbed body bags and prepared to carry Smith inside.
"The remaining twelve coffins."
Lu Yuan lifted his foot and stepped on the pile of rotten flesh on the ground that had begun to solidify.
"Take a shovel. Shovel in the parts of these twelve monsters one by one. Fill it up completely. Seal the lid. Airfreight it to the North American headquarters of the S.H.I.E.L.D. The freight collect."
Old Li's mouth was open, and the fat on his cheeks trembled violently twice.
Imagine sending China's official special forces to shovel and pack up the SHIELD conglomerate's minced meat for a package deal. If word got out, it would definitely cause a huge international uproar.
But Mr. Li did not hesitate at all.
The supreme command was written very clearly. If Lu Yuan wanted to kill someone, he would hand him the knife; if he wanted to exterminate an entire clan, he would dig a pit.
"Hurry up and get a shovel!"
Old Li turned and roared at the special operations team members who were still in a daze.
A dozen or so team members quickly ran back to the armored vehicle to get entrenching tools and began clearing the biological waste that emitted a pungent, bloody odor from the arena. The sound of shovels scraping against the white marble floor pierced the eardrums of the aristocratic family heads in the stands.
Lu Yuan turned around and looked at Ye Qingcheng, who was leaning against the bronze pillar.
Ye Qingcheng's white clothes were soaked with blood. Black blood was still seeping from the holes left by the five bone-piercing nails.
She held on until she collapsed.
"My master's methods are beyond the comprehension of ordinary martial arts. It was a huge joke of me to think that I could restrain him with the rules of the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance."
Ye Qingcheng smiled bitterly to herself. She watched Lu Yuan walk over and knelt down without hesitation.
"Back to Panlong Mountain."
Lu Yuan looked down at her.
"I just used my true energy to stitch up your meridians. You are not allowed to use any internal energy for six months. Go to Jiangzhou and guard the gate for me. Lin Zhen can't hold them off alone."
"Qingcheng accepts the order!"
Ye Qingcheng had no intention of bargaining. She even felt that being able to serve as Lu Yuan's watchdog was the greatest opportunity of her life.
After Lu Yuan finished giving his instructions, he turned to look at Elder Li.
"East China Sea, international waters. The A.H.I.E.L.D. has a large offshore platform there. Give me the exact coordinates."
Old Li's heart sank suddenly.
He quickly recalled the contents of the Bureau of Astronomy's top-secret files. That platform was a secret base used by the S.H.I.E.L.D. to extract high-dimensional energy from the seabed, and a fully armed escort fleet was stationed around it year-round.
"Mr. Lu, that platform..."
"I only need your coordinates. Keep your questions to yourself."
Lu Yuan interrupted Elder Li.
Mr. Li quickly took out his encrypted communication terminal and pulled up the satellite positioning map.
"125 degrees east longitude, 28 degrees north latitude. Code name: 'Abyss One'."
Lu Yuan glanced at the red dot on the screen.
He did not ask the National Space Administration to arrange a special plane, nor did he request any deep-sea diving equipment.
A physical body at the Mahayana stage. Even if only a trace of true essence has been restored, in a low-dimensional space like Earth, physical traversal is faster than any modern means of transportation.
boom!
Suddenly, a crater three meters in diameter appeared in the white marble ground beneath Lu Yuan's feet.
Those in the stands only felt a blur before their eyes.
The violent gust of air instantly blew away all the debris within a dozen meters. Old Li was pushed so hard by the blast that he landed on his backside.
An extremely sharp sonic boom exploded above the martial arts stage.
Lu Yuan transformed into a blur that was impossible to detect with the naked eye, tearing through the air and soaring into the sky towards the East China Sea.
The glass curtain walls of the buildings surrounding the martial arts arena were shattered by the sonic boom in that instant.
The glass shards poured down like a torrential rain.
Old Li slumped to the ground, watching the white trail of air gradually disappear in the sky.
He was breathing heavily, his hands and feet were ice cold.
"This is not human...this is an intercontinental ballistic missile in human skin."
Old Li shakily pulled out his communicator and dialed Lin Zhen's dedicated line in Jiangzhou.
"Feed. Lin Zhen."
Old Li's voice was so hoarse it sounded like sandpaper being rubbed.
"Remove the signal jamming at Panlong Mountain. No need to defend anymore. Mr. Lu has gone to the East China Sea. In the next few days, the SHIELD conglomerate probably won't even have a trace of his ashes left."
at the same time.
The East China Sea.
Black waves rolled and crashed heavily against the alloy pillars of the "Abyss One" giant drilling platform.
This sea fortress, which cost billions of dollars to build, is comparable in size to a heavy aircraft carrier.
Inside the platform's central control room.
Cha Black, the Asia-Pacific Regional Director of the S.H.I.E.L.D., was standing in front of a huge holographic tactical screen. He held a thick cigar in his hand, but the cigar had been extinguished for a long time.
On the screen, the vital signs data representing Smith and the twelve S-class cyborgs had all turned into glaring red crosses ten minutes ago.
Blake's mouth was agape, and a wheezing sound came from his throat like a broken bellows. His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and cigarette ash fell onto the expensive custom carpet, burning a black hole in it.
"A test subject worth ten billion US dollars. Physically exterminated in less than three minutes?"
Blake slammed his hand on the control panel and roared at the radar operator behind him.
"Investigate! Find out immediately what exactly happened at the Beijing Martial Arts Arena! Did the Chinese military use space-based weapons?"
The adjutant came running over, his brow beaded with sweat.
"Sir! The Astronomical Bureau has completely cut off the capital's external communication network. All of our observers stationed around the martial arts arena have lost contact."
Blake abruptly ripped off his tie.
"Immediately activate the highest-level defense plan! Notify the escort fleet to warm up all anti-aircraft missiles! No matter who did it, this is international waters! If they dare to send fighter jets over, shoot them down!"
He had barely finished speaking.
The piercing air raid siren suddenly echoed wildly throughout the control room.
The flashing red warning lights cast flickering light on Blake's pale face.
"Sir!"
The radar operator pointed at a fast-moving red dot on the screen, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"A high-energy object is approaching! Speed Mach 5! Altitude 8,000 meters! No heat source! No radar cross-section! Optical detectors have captured the image!"
The image on the screen was rapidly magnified.
Blake stared intently at the image.
That wasn't a fighter jet at all. Nor was it a missile.
It was a person wearing a black windbreaker.
It was tearing through the clouds and plummeting straight down toward the Abyss One platform in a manner that completely defied the common sense of physics.
Blake's cigar fell to the ground with a thud.
"What kind of monster is this... Intercept! Open fire immediately! Tear it to shreds with close-in weapon systems!"