DC Tyrant

A soldier stared at the screen and exclaimed in disbelief: "Brigadier General Cagle, the missile silo has automatically opened."

"What did you say?"

Brigadier General Cagle felt a chill in his heart, his hands and feet were cold, and the ambition that had just given the order, a cluster of flames in his heart compared with Slade was instantly extinguished.

There are seventeen missiles in the missile silo, five of which are always ready to be launched. under their control.

To briefly explain, the nuclear bomb dropped on Hiroshima, Japan, is approximately equivalent to 13,000 tons of TNT.

Five missiles filled with ordinary explosives with an equivalent of about 16,000 tons can completely cause a greater horror than Hiroshima. The kind that can completely destroy this military base of more than 10,000 people, very thoroughly.

"The monitoring of the underground research institute is disconnected."

"Missile well control program not responding..."

"Multiple BGM-109G Tomahawk land-launched cruise missiles, MIM-104 Patriot surface-to-air missiles, short-range missiles, medium-range missiles, surface-to-surface missiles, surface-to-air missiles, the control program did not respond."

"Some of the vehicle-mounted network-controlled missiles are not responding..."

Brigadier General Cagle's pupils dilated. At this moment, any intelligence was useless. The chill in his spine rose to his head, and his body froze for a moment.

The missiles in the missile silo plus the missiles on the vehicle, all the missiles that can be controlled by the electronic network are completely deprived of control rights. Once the missiles here explode, the military base can be regarded as a flat ground.

"Commander Cagle, someone internally hacked into our control system."

Some soldiers shouted and started to scream. They were typing on the keyboard, but they couldn't control anything.

Brigadier General Cagle even started sweating on the soles of his boots, and yelled in horror, "Can you take back control?"

"There is no way, the other party is silent, we can't even find any traces, the computer level of the other party is better than anyone today, we can't move at all!"

A professional computer soldier yelled in disbelief. This didn't look like a computer crush, but more like a supernatural event. He didn't find any traces.

Brigadier General Cagle's face was ugly, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and his palms were full of sweat.

This is a kind of despair, a kind of powerlessness.

He suddenly remembered Slade's death, and wondered if Slade had faced this kind of despair, this crushing despair.

Under the missile, are there eggs?

At this moment, the strategy of attracting Bati to come out, sweeping the firepower, and being as steady as a dog is useless. Once the missile is launched, it will be over immediately.

"Cut off all electrical currents, shut down generators, stop missile silos from firing."

Brigadier General Cagle's eyes widened in horror, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with a broken mind, as if this could bring him a little courage.

In the final analysis, computers only use electricity, and without electricity, there is no root.

He thought in a broken state of mind.

Soon, there was a whining sound from the buzzing machine in the command room, and the lights gradually dimmed, making the soldiers and Brigadier General Cagle feel rejoiced and inexplicably panicked.

Every soldier in the darkness looked at each other, worried.

The power of a 16,000-ton-equivalent missile has already been seen in Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II. No one would be terrified without seeing this devastating weapon.

Although the power was cut off, Brigadier General Cagle didn't relax at all, he kept clenching his heart tightly, and his breathing began to be a little difficult, and he had to take in big mouthfuls of air.

Does this method really work?

useless.

Sudden.

The light above the head faltered and the connection sounded, the mechanical sound of the computer running began to hum again, and the screen displayed the program being loaded.

Every important place has a backup power supply, such as the missile silo, the underground research room, and the ground military base, and in order to avoid damage or attack of a certain place, it can be powered from the other two places.

This recovery was done by Bati using the power supply from the underground research institute.

The bright light did not illuminate people's hearts, but reflected the bewildered and bewildered faces of every soldier looking at each other.

Brigadier General Cagle's face was pale, and his body couldn't help shaking.

suddenly.

There was a rumbling sound from the trembling ground under the feet, and some tiny dust rose from the ground vibrating, and the dust was jumping.

Everyone felt that the ground was abnormal, and it seemed that wild beasts would break through the ground.

"what happened?"

"earthquake?"

"Yes Yes…"

"Missile launched!"

Some soldiers were so nervous that they couldn't speak.

At the missile well.

A missile with a thirty-ton equivalent rumbled out its tail flame, vibrating the air, and shot out a scorching tail flame from the missile silo, soaring into the sky with great momentum.

The soldiers in the laboratory building surrounded by the ground all looked at the soaring missile in unison, their eyes a little confused.

The booming noise in their ears made each of them buzz, thinking involuntarily.

Are there any enemies that need to use silos to launch missiles?

The enemy has an army coming?

Brigadier General Cagle's face was pale, and cold sweat was beading densely from his forehead and streaming down again.

His legs were weak, and he staggered out to the door of the command room, just in time to see the 30-ton equivalent, ten-meter-long Patriot IV missile rising rumblingly with its tail flame.

The scorching tail flame seemed to burn to his body through the sun, making him sweat profusely.

Behind Brigadier General Cagle, a group of soldiers rushed out, and it was useless for them to stay there. Bady cut off their communication, computer control, and now they can't do anything.

"That's a Patriot IV ballistic missile."

A soldier named the missile.

"It turned out to be a ballistic missile!"

Some soldiers were fortunate that it was a ballistic missile, and a group of soldiers, including Brigadier General Cagle, breathed a sigh of relief. At least the missile didn't explode right over their heads.

The so-called ballistic missile is a missile that flies according to a predetermined program under the thrust of a rocket engine, and continues to fly according to a free parabolic trajectory after shutting down.

In other words, the missile will always fly in one direction.

As for where they flew to, they could feel where it was after they were blown up and looked at the direction, but they couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, their lives were not in danger, and they fell silent again. They didn't know where the missile would fly, and no matter where they were, they might be finished.

"Amen..." A religious soldier crossed his chest and prayed for the dying life.

The atmosphere silently mourns the loss of life in the atmosphere of grief.

Silence and silence, even if life is about to be lost but they can't do anything, this makes some of their men teary-eyed.

This atmosphere didn't last long before it was broken.

"What happened to the missile!!!"

Suddenly a soldier exclaimed.

The ballistic missile turned a huge curve in the blue sky, slowly changed its forward trajectory, left a large white circle in the blue sky, and shot back towards the military base.

The soldiers were terrified, tears flew from their eyes, and all mourning and mourning disappeared, only stunned with fright.

How can this be!

This missile does not fly according to common sense! ! !

Why do you turn?

Will take a sharp turn?

Why would you switch back?

"How is this going!"

"Ballistic missiles simply don't have this kind of scheduled flight procedure."

"How could it turn around?"

"This unscientific!!"

This group of soldiers was frightened to the point of madness. Although they said that the missile flew to other places, they were unwilling to wait for others, but they didn't want you to fly back!

It is always better to kill others than to kill yourself.

They just mourned so sadly for others, don't fly back!

"It's over." Brigadier General Cagle was really sweating like rain.

Amidst the frightened eyes of tens of thousands of people who raised their heads and opened their mouths, the Patriot IV ballistic missile shot back and directly penetrated into a seven-story soldier dormitory building.

Inserted from the roof into the wall.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a moment of silence.