Dc Violence -Kun

A soldier stared at the screen, screaming in disbelief: "Kagel Commodore, the missile pit is automatically opened."

"What did you say?"

Cargel Commodore's heart was cold, his hands and feet were cold, and the ambition of just giving orders, the flame in his heart that was comparable to Slade went out instantly.

There are 17 missiles in the missile well, and there are five that are always ready to be launched. That is to say, there are five missile warheads with equivalents of 30 tons, 70 tons, 300 tons, 6,000 tons, and 10,000 tons. Under their control.

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

Five missiles filled with ordinary explosives equivalent to about 16,000 tons can completely cause a horrific situation greater than that of 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."

"The missile well control program does not respond..."

"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 control missiles did not respond..."

Kagle Commodore's pupils dilated, and at this moment no wisdom was used, the spine chill rose to the upper head, and his body stiffened.

The missiles in the missile pit and the vehicle-mounted missiles have completely deprived the control of all missiles that can be controlled by electronic networks. Once the missiles here explode, the military base can be regarded as level.

"Kagel Commodore, someone hacked into our control system internally."

Some soldiers yelled and started to scream, they were typing on the keyboard, but they could not control anything.

Cargel Commodore even started to sweat on the soles of his boots, and exclaimed, "Can you take back control?"

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

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

Cargel Commodore's face was ugly, his hands clenched his fists tightly, palms full of sweat.

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

He suddenly thought of Slade's death, wondering if Slade had faced this kind of despair, this kind of crushing despair.

Under the missile, is it covered with eggs?

At this moment, the tactics of attracting the Badi out, sweeping firepower, and stabilizing like a dog are useless. Once the missile is launched, it will be over.

"Cut off all currents, shut down the power reactor, and prevent the missile shaft from launching."

Cargel Commodore's eyes were wide with horror, white bloodshot eyes rose, and his mentality collapsed and roared loudly, as if this could bring him a trace of courage.

In the final analysis, computers use electricity. Without electricity, there is no root.

He thought with a broken mentality.

Soon, the humming machine in the command room wailed, and the lights gradually dimmed, making the soldiers and Cargel Commodore feel lucky and inexplicably panic in their hearts.

Every soldier in the dark looked at each other and worried.

The power of 16,000-ton missiles has long been seen in Hiroshima and Nagasaki since World War II. No one is afraid of this kind of weapon that destroys the world without seeing it.

Despite the power outage, Cargel Commodore didn't relax at all. He kept tugging his heart tightly, and breathing started to be a little difficult, and he had to breathe in big mouthfuls.

Is this method really useful?

It's useless.

Sudden.

The connection of the light kakakaka on the top of the head sounded, the mechanical sound of the computer's operation began to hum, and the screen showed the program being loaded.

Every important place has a back-up power source, missile wells, underground research rooms, and ground military bases. In order to avoid damage or attack in one place, power can be supplied from two other places.

The restoration this time is the use of the power supply of the underground research institute.

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

Cargel Commodore paled, and his body couldn't help shaking.

suddenly.

There was a rumbling sound from the ground trembling on the soles of the feet, and some slight dust vibrated from the ground, and the dust was jumping.

Everyone felt that the ground was abnormal, and it seemed that a wild beast would break through the ground and come out.

"what happened?"

"earthquake?"

"Yes Yes…"

"The missile is launched!"

Some soldiers were nervous and could not speak.

At the missile well.

A 30-ton missile rumblingly jets its tail flame, shaking the air, and ejecting a hot tail flame from the missile shaft, which is soaring into the sky with great momentum.

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

The rumbling noise in their ears made each of them hum and couldn't help thinking.

Is there any enemy that needs a silo to launch missiles?

Has the enemy arrived?

Kagle Commodore's face was pale, cold sweat dripped down from his forehead densely.

His legs were sore and weak, he staggered out of the door of the command room, just to see the 30-ton equivalent, ten-meter-long Patriot IV missile rumbling and rising with tail flames.

The scorching tail flame seemed to burn on him through the sun, making his face full of sweat.

Behind Cargel Commodore, a group of soldiers followed. They stayed there and it didn't work. Badi cut off their communication, computer control, and now they can't do anything.

"That is the Patriot IV ballistic missile."

A soldier gave the name of the missile.

"It turned out to be a ballistic missile!"

Some soldiers were fortunate that it was a ballistic missile. A group of soldiers, including Cargel Commodore, breathed a sigh of relief. At least the missile did not explode over their heads immediately.

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

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

As for where they flew to, it exploded, and looking at the direction, they could feel where it was, but they couldn't do anything.

Fortunately that their lives were not in danger, they became silent again, not knowing where the missile would fly, no matter where it was, they might be over.

"Amen..." The religious soldier painted a cross on his chest, praying for the dying life.

The atmosphere silently mourned in the atmosphere of sorrow and loss of life.

Quietly, even if life is about to be lost, they can't do anything, which makes some of them tears in their eyes.

This atmosphere did not last long before it was broken.

"What happened to the missile!!!"

Suddenly a soldier exclaimed.

Seeing that the ballistic missile turned a super big turn in the blue sky, slowly changed its forward trajectory, leaving a large white circle in the blue and clean sky, and shot back towards the military base.

The soldiers were frightened, and all the tears in their eyes fluttered away. All the mourning and mourning disappeared, and all that was left was stunned.

How can this be!

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

Why turn?

Will make a big 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."

"This unscientific!!"

This group of soldiers went crazy with horror. Although they said that the missile flew to other places, they didn't want to wait for others, but they didn't want you to fly back!

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

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

"It's over." Cargel Commodore was really sweating.

Amidst the horrified and frightened gazes of tens of thousands of people with their heads up and their mouths open, the Patriot IV ballistic missile fired back straight into a seven-story soldier's dormitory building.

Insert from the roof into the wall.

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

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