Chapter 556 - Lone Star (5K)
Chapter 635 of "Player Reload" begins unfolding events: And now...Merciful Soul and Assembly Puppet simultaneously activated, the tattered corpse of Maxwell suddenly opened... Continue reading!
And now...Merciful Soul and Assembly Puppet simultaneously activated, the tattered corpse of Maxwell suddenly opened its eyes. Under Li Chengâs control, it vigorously raised its arm and pointed to the distant sea, "They are the new VIPs."
Above the sea, Zhongtian Beiji emerged using an electric underwater propeller, with a safety rope tied to five VIPs wearing breathing masks.
If Epsteinâs authority was 100%, then Maxwellâs could be 80%,
and the remaining 20% was supplemented by Joker and the Oracle.
These two infiltrated the islandâs surveillance center and obtained the surveillance video archives hidden in the safe, along with the ledger list.
This is the contemporary United States officialsâ accounts of activities. With the video and ledger list, Maxwellâs designation effectiveness was also boosted to 100%.
The Black Pharaoh, eyes red with fury, couldnât care less if he would be granted player qualification, remotely controlled the Nightmare Giant Bear to slam down with its paw.
In that instant, time seemed to slow down countless times; the helicopterâs rotor blades spun slowly,
the fur of the Nightmare Bear glimmered in the light of the flames,
Zhongtian Beiji pressed the detonator, detonating the plastic explosives attached to the bodies of the five unconscious VIPs.
Bang!
The bear paw, suspended at a height of one point four meters off the ground, could descend no further.
Li Cheng raised it single-handedly, his injuries healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the system prompt still echoing in his ears.
"Phew,"
Li Cheng twisted his neck, retracted Maxwellâs soul, dropped the body, and clasped the bear pawâs finger with both hands.
"My turn."
He planted his feet deep into the ground, unleashing terrifying strength from his small stature, flipping the Nightmare Giant Bear over his head, slamming it heavily onto the ground.
Before the bear could struggle up, Li Cheng casually flicked his right hand, grasping the Steel Banner Spear that reverted to its original length, and thrust it down, piercing the Nightmare Bearâs neck.
Then, he looked up at the armed helicopter in the sky.
The Floating Engine activated, and Li Cheng rode a space bubble, rushing towards the sky at light speed. At three hundred meters above ground, he crushed the incoming Hellfire Ground-to-Ground Missile head-on.
He didnât use Light Speed Elbow Strike to directly elbow the Black Pharaoh to death, but deliberately controlled his position, hovering at the same altitude as the Apache Attack Helicopter.
Inside the helicopter, the pilot and soldiers wore expressions of terror and despair, while there was still another emotion gleaming in the eyes of the Black Pharaoh.
"What are you expecting?"
Li Cheng hovered among the clouds, a playful expression on his face, "A nuclear bomb?"
The United Statesâ Ohio-class submarines deployed in the Atlantic Ocean are equipped with twenty Trident Intercontinental Missiles, each carrying an average of four W76-1 type thermonuclear warheads.
The total explosive power of one missile is approximately equivalent to four hundred thousand tons of TNT, twenty-six times that of the Hiroshima atomic bomb.
This is the Black Pharaohâs ultimate solution: flatten the island with nukes, kill all Transcendents, even if itâs only to gain a single player qualification, itâs better than letting the tiger return to the mountain.
"Youâre still not getting one thing, the playerâs greatest advantage over a world like Modern Earth is in asymmetric power."
With Li Chengâs words, a figure dashed towards the sky from the depths of the island.
The Oracle, like Li Cheng, simultaneously lifted her player restrictions. The wheelchair beneath her transformed from a hand-pushed one into a sci-fi-style anti-gravity hovering alloy wheelchair.
Seated in the wheelchair, the Oracle waved her hand, releasing a vast swarm of drones to weave a large net in the high sky.
The Trident Intercontinental Missiles descended like heavenly fire, re-entering the atmosphere at hypersonic speed.
On a physical level, the drone swarm naturally couldnât intercept the extremely fast intercontinental missiles at the terminal speed, so their strategy was... interference.
The swarm changed formation from net-shaped to concave radar shape, blasting out violent electromagnetic waves, piercing through the electromagnetic shielding layer and burning through the control circuits, command circuits, power circuits, and flight control processors of the missiles.
The Trident engine quickly shut down, its speed plummeting, and at that moment, the swarm swarmed again, releasing anti-gravity traction beams to catch the missile, which hadnât exploded in time, as if it were weightless.
It was akin to a miracle.
"Next, itâs his turn to appear."
Li Chengâs mouth turned up at the corners, snapping his fingers to release the Summoning Skill: Farmer.
With a roarââ
The sound of a high-displacement car engine burst in the high sky. A Ford truck painted with the Star-Spangled Banner appeared out of nowhere, and the familiar cowboy jumped down from the vehicle.
After being promoted from Estate Guard to Farmer, the cowboyâs smile remained bright and sunny. He had swapped to a felt cowboy hat, wore a leather jacket, pinned a Star-Spangled Banner brooch on his chest, and had a bald eagle perched on his left shoulder, a whip in his right hand.
"Kaa!"
The bald eagle emitted a classic sound effect, so loud it made Li Chengâs eyelids twitch involuntarily.
In fact, as the national bird of the United States, the bald eagleâs voice is hoarse and low, similar to a chicken clucking, completely unpleasant to hear,
The call of the eagle often depicted in movies, TV shows, and animations belongs to another bird species, the red-tailed hawk, whose call is long, sharp, with a natural reverb that fits the American aesthetic perfectly.
As to why the bald eagle on the farmerâs shoulder could make this sound... letâs just say itâs best not to question the matters of the Concept Gods.
After the farmerâs apparition appeared, he first nodded politely to Li Cheng, then looked at the Black Pharaoh inside the helicopter, hesitating for a moment.
As a farmer, his principles compelled him to whip a black man six times a second, while as a true star-banner bearer of the United States, his principles also had basic respect for the position of the Great Chief.
What to do, whip or not?
After hesitating for two seconds, the farmerâs eyes lit up, removing the Star-Spangled Banner accessory from his chest, replacing it with... the Lone Star Flag pin symbolizing Texas independence.
Snap!
He laughed heartily, swung the long whip furiously, heading straight for the helicopter.