novelraw Chapter 1169 - 598: Making Pasarella Suffer Even More
Chapter 1169 - 598: Making Pasarella Suffer Even More
In the silence, all the chief officers looked at each other, bewildered.
Instinctively shaking their heads.
Even subconsciously wanting to refute, but when they took out the phones to confirm, they found the hangar was unresponsive, radio silent.
The Heavenly Essence Law's wrath swept through, instantly tearing apart the illusion covering Hangar Zero, revealing only chaos!
Tire marks still lingered on the runway.
And right at the center of the hangar, the revenge bomber and its pilot had vanished without a trace!
Or rather, ascended into the sky...
Pasarella's eyes reddened instantly, questioning, "Why didn't the radar department report?!"
The person in charge stood frozen, drenched in sweat, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Radar?
The radar has to be able to scan it first, brother!
The revenge bomber, although a display for many years, uses the Empire's top-tier technologies for body paint, even with numerous alchemy creations inside. Its stealth is at the extreme. Don't even mention radar; the purpose is to avoid radar detection, missile lock, otherwise, how would it be intimidating?
"The control tower?!" Pasarella raged, "Dead too, huh?!"
But after cursing, he realized himself, this was too harsh on the control tower. First, the deterrence mechanism itself operates independently from the usual takeoff filing process, outside the tower's jurisdiction, with a separate equipped runway.
At the same time, the air command can also avoid responsibility.
Because the deterrence mechanism isn't under their jurisdiction, to accomplish the most direct revenge swiftly, crudely, as long as orders from the Marshal and the Great City are given, the revenge bomber can take off directly, even integrating all combat sequences, except for ally identification, with no backend signals at all.
"Shatalik!"
Pasarella looked back, sternly questioning, "What do you have to say?"
At this moment, the transcended Rank Tian Yuan, who manages the entire base's Heavenly Essence Law, remained silent but had words: Every few seconds, a reconnaissance or fighter jet takes off from the base; how could he intercept each one?
But the problem was, they were completely oblivious to everything that transpired inside the hangar.
Left in the dark.
Even, it was only discovered after the Federation's reminder...
In less than thirty seconds, the hangar's scene was transmitted to everyone.
Scarlet blood spread across the hangar's rooftop, conducting a sacrificial secret ritual directed at the Great Evil, with the power from the Tower and Iris isolating inside from outside, sealing all alarms and anomalies within.
Numerous crew members were sprawled haphazardly, unconscious on the ground.
Not due to the intruder's mercy, but because if any member registered under the Heavenly Essence Law at the base died, it would immediately trigger an alert.
They even brought an ambulance, providing first aid and bandages on-site for the injured crew members, ensuring stable life signs.
Truly merciful!
Only, no one would buy it.
At this moment, everyone could no longer restrain their impulse to gasp.
Unbelievable, incomprehensible.
Someone walked right into the core of the deterrence mechanism, intruding the hangar, not only without triggering any alarms, but even in front of the Heavenly Essence Law's inspection, set up a sacrificial secret ritual of the Great Evil, and didn't trigger any anomaly feedback, settling all blockers in an instant.
Finally, ignoring all the Empire's equipment locks on the bomber, without orders and validation from the Great City and Marshal, launched a revenge bomber ready to take off at any time, all under everyone's noses, ascended into the sky...
Much like a nightmare!
No, not even nightmares are this terrifying!
The most critical point is, should this lead to any consequences, just the thought makes everyone in the combat command room impulsively want to slit their own throats.
Damn, I've become the fuse of the Third World War.
Is it too late for suicide now?
When troubled, don't harm your wife and children; will the Seven Star Building let my family go?
"Duke!"
The chief of staff finally reacted, disregarding hierarchy, rose decisively with a shout: "Urgently, confirm the armament equipped on that revenge bomber.
We must use your permission to access, should..."
His voice paused, afraid to continue.
In the dead silence, everyone remained still like cicadas in winter.
If a fusion bomb is on board, then everything is already over!
Pasarella unhesitatingly followed the suggestion, reaching out for triple verification, accessing the hangar's server, but only a pop-up error box met his gaze.
Another attempt, another error...
In the hangar, all servers storing crew messages were physically destroyed!
It's over.
The chief of staff collapsed into his chair, limp.
This time, it's all over.
Who dares to gamble on what's actually equipped on that revenge bomber?
If the opponent has gone to such lengths, just for the deterrence mechanism, then what a fully loaded revenge bomber can do now is unimaginable.
"Notify the Security Bureau, activate the highest crisis state, get those useless guys moving!"
Pasarella's face had literally turned completely black, lightning erupting from his body, barely controlled: "Get the Revenge out for me!
Deploy all aerial combat sequences, including Armored Knights, to intercept. This is not a drill; if anything goes wrong, everyone can damn well face military court!
Also, the equipment department, immediately verify the inventory and status of all large-scale weapons, stop looking at the screens, run there, now!
A bunch of useless people, can't even perform elimination methods!
In three minutes, I want to know where that damned Revenge is, and what's on board!! In ten minutes, I want those cursed bodies displayed before me, understand!!!
In the orderly response, no one dared to slack off or shirk.
Right now, at this life-and-death, turning point of fate for the family name and every member of the nine clans, everyone's potential was squeezed out.
Not even three minutes.
In less than a minute, the Empire had already determined the location of the Revenge.
Because... the other party didn't go far at all, they've been circling in low altitude around the entire base, even deliberately slowing down their speed so that observers can easily spot and confirm them.
Right under everyone's noses, they mixed into the reconnaissance aircraft squad performing the mission, and occasionally flew ahead of the formation, audaciously executing tactical maneuvers, ignoring all queries and questions on the radio, flaunting their engine jets — "Brothers, brothers, look at me, am I impressive?"
Damn it, you can't help but look!!!
The moment the report was received, Pasarella's face turned green.
Never before had he suffered such humiliating disgrace... having a deterrent-level bomber taken out under his nose, wildly spinning around provocatively right before his eyes.
This creature is completely not human!
In that instant, amid the thunderous fury, Pasarella's roar nearly echoed throughout the entire base:
"—Shoot it down, immediately!"
And so, at that moment, under the crosshair and targeting of countless fire-control radars, the engine of the Revenge suddenly shook, flame light spewing forth.
Accelerate!
The game has begun!
.
.
The game had already begun.
Just as everyone thought that the base, previously thrown into a brief chaos, had stabilized, screams rang out.
An ambulance, lights flashing and siren blaring, recklessly collided with a shadow rushing toward their battle post while making a turn.
Boom!
In the midst of frantic screams, the victim spun mid-air 1800 degrees, fell to the ground, nearly fainted instantly, almost suffocating.
"Damn it—"
The engineer of the Great Creation coughed blood three times on the spot, cursing out loud.
Fortunately, the emergency response arrived promptly...
The previously frenzied ambulance suddenly tail-whipped, braking to a stop, and immediately a flustered doctor jumped down, calling for the gendarmes to lend a hand.
Put the incessantly screaming engineer onto the ambulance.
"Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint, I'm going to Military Law to complain about you, your dumbass driver, he's done for, do you understand?!"
The nearly breathless engineer hoarsely shouted hysterically: "Do you know what you've done? You've killed me, damn it, I'm going to..."
"—activate the emergency deterrent mechanism, check the status of the Revenge C-09 bomber, ensure it's ready to take off, right?"
The doctor, fiddling with a syringe, calmly continued the conversation without a trace of anxiety or fluster, even turning back with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, everything's taken care of, won't miss a beat!"
"You..."
The engineer, stunned, subconsciously widened his eyes, and next, a sedative dart was plunged straight into the artery, pushing all the way down, and he fainted instantly.
Two minutes later, an ambulance hurriedly dashed through the heavily guarded base, with the engineer waving his badge and holding up his identification in the passenger seat.
All cleared.
"What's going on, Watson?" The sentry in front of the hangar was bewildered, almost raising his gun to fire in response to the unusual situation.
Fortunately, he saw the engineer's face.
"Don't mention it, my leg's broken, come give a hand."
Watson jumped out of the car limping, his face pale, sweating from the pain: "It's almost time, we're running out of time!"
The sentry immediately reported the situation, handed the post over to another person, then picked up Watson and ran toward the hangar.
The entire crew was already like ants on a hot pan.
The chief officer turned back and saw the limping engineer, relieved with a sigh, angrily complained: "You finally made it, we're just short of your key for the verification sequence, I thought you died out there!"
"Almost."
Watson grabbed a cart, limping forward: "The pilot, is the pilot here?"
"Here, buddy."
The pilot sitting next to the bomber's cockpit ladder eating ice cream looked at him puzzled, "You look terrible, buddy."
"Just barely hanging on, not dead yet."
Watson lifted the toolbox he held, handing it to him: "Here, help me hold this, I need to check the system..."
The pilot took it, instantly staggering, almost dropping it.
"What's in this? So heavy?"
Next to him, Watson finally reached out his hand, pressing it onto the fuselage, turned back, grinned suddenly as he looked at him:
"Of course, it's the magical nifty tool we're going to use next."
Boom!
In that instant, amid the pilot's bewilderment, the toolbox suddenly exploded.
Blood surged like a fountain, erupted out, instantly engulfing everything.
The carefully crafted Secret Ritual with the flow of blood suddenly unfolded, like a living creature, under the guidance of Mutated Alchemy, covered the top of the cockpit dome.
The sacrifice has begun.
The shadow of the tower suddenly descended, the Illusion Light of the rainbow covers all.
At the moment of explosion, the Chosen One pilot suddenly sensed, instinctively wanting to retreat, but unfortunately, it was too late, a hand suddenly reached out, pressing onto his face.
In the next moment, darkness overwhelmed.
The 'engineer' pulled out an assault rifle from the blood, squeezed the trigger, and in the blink of an eye, emptied the magazine.
Twenty-five sedative darts capable of instantly knocking out an elephant, accompanied by what seemed like random spraying, precisely hit everyone inside the hangar.
No time to react.
In the deathly silence, the Wolf lifted its head, looking at the ready bomber before it.
Grabbing his chin, grinning wide.
"The game has started, ladies and gentlemen."