sinovels Chapter 053 Expert Advice: Experts Should Not Advise
Chapter 053 Expert Advice: Experts Should Not Advise
The atmosphere on the deck of the USS Ronald was far more somber than words could describe.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they had no will to live.
Several ace pilots stared at the mission briefing in their hands, their expressions as ugly as if they had eaten shit.
"Shit!"
The major, codenamed "Mustang," slammed his helmet onto the bench.
"Are those old men upstairs brains filled with expired hamburgers?"
"Let's go fight...Godzilla in our F-35Cs?"
The rookie pilot Jack next to him was frantically making the sign of the cross on his chest while muttering incantations.
"God help me, God help me! I only joined the army to pay off my student loans. I'd even rather eat sand in the Middle Eastern desert! What's going on here?"
Jack nervously stuffed a crumpled photo into his shirt pocket; it was of his online girlfriend, whom he had only known for less than three days.
Major Mustang glared at him:
"Save your breath, that monster just withstood a nuclear bomb!"
Do you think God can work?
Just then, an undeniable voice came from the loudspeaker hanging in the lounge:
"Attention all units, the operation will begin in ten minutes."
Repeat, this is not a drill.
Target codename: Behemoth.
Good luck to you, for freedom, for the US.
"For your grandpa!"
Another pilot, while inspecting his anti-G suit, muttered curses:
"So, in order for those politicians to spout a few more lines on Capitol Hill, we're supposed to go and trim the lizard's feet?"
But criticism is just criticism.
But the American soldiers still obediently climbed into the cockpit.
After all, not going to heaven is disobeying orders, which would lead to a military court-martial, and you might end up paying for it yourself.
Compared to this, fate might take your life.
But at least if I die, I can still be considered a martyr, and leave some compensation for my wife back home.
It's better than not knowing when you might fall below the cutoff line!
With the engine roaring.
The afterburner emits a blue exhaust flame.
Several F-35C carrier-based aircraft were launched into the air by catapults, forming a formation in the air and speeding towards the ruins of Tokyo.
……
This is a special live broadcast from a military channel in China.
Although it was already late at night, the viewership ratings skyrocketed, and the server almost crashed due to the overwhelming demand.
There were three people sitting in the live stream room.
The host, and two authoritative experts with gray hair and thick glasses.
In the small window at the bottom right of the screen, footage of American fighter jets taking off is being broadcast live.
"Professor Zhang, what's your opinion on the US military action this time?"
The host handed over the microphone.
"As one of the world's most advanced fifth-generation fighter jets, can the F-35 inflict substantial damage on this creature?"
Professor Zhang adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat tactically.
"Ahem, let's analyze it from the perspective of aerodynamics and biomechanics."
Professor Zhang picked up a baton and pointed at the blurry monster photo behind him.
"Although this type of creature has high bone density and muscle strength, it is still a carbon-based organism after all."
"The missiles the US is carrying this time are not ordinary missiles; they are most likely bunker buster missiles or high-explosive armor-piercing missiles."
"If the vital points are hit, such as the eyes, mouth, or soft areas of the lower abdomen, I think the chances of winning are very high."
Another expert, Li, immediately chimed in:
"That's right, according to my irresponsible... oh no."
Based on my rigorous deduction,
This monster has just survived a nuclear explosion, so it's definitely all bark and no bite right now, just bluffing.
Its current movement is actually a desperate attempt to escape.
The expert had barely finished speaking.
The live chat exploded instantly.
Hearing your words is like hearing a profound conversation.
[Experts advise against giving advice? Are you really not going to watch movies?]
[What the hell is this?! Didn't you see how powerful Boss's shout was just now?]
If carbon-based life forms could withstand nuclear bombs, I'd livestream myself eating shit while doing a handstand!
[The freeloader upstairs is here again.]
[Quiet down! Look! We've engaged the enemy!]
……
Over Tokyo Bay.
The clouds were torn apart.
Six F-35Cs roared in, visibility was still very low, and the air was filled with choking dust and radioactive particles.
"Radar has made contact with the target!"
Jack's voice sounded different on the communication channel.
"My God...this is so big..."
On the radar screen, the red spot was frighteningly large, almost occupying the entire sector.
Through the cockpit canopy.
Jack witnessed a scene he would never forget.
The enormous black figure was trudging across the earth with heavy steps.
Yes, a flat push.
Any ruins or dilapidated buildings that stood in its way were mercilessly smashed to pieces by its two thick, powerful legs.
The bone spurs on its back shimmered with a faint blue light in the gray dust, like breathing lights.
"Attention all units, open fire at will!"
Major Mustang's voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Aim for its back and head! Shoot and run, don't look back!"
"receive!"
"receive!"
In response, missiles were launched from the fighter jets.
Several AIM-120 missiles and ground-attack missiles, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled towards the massive silhouette like arrows released from a bow.
Nearly.
closer.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next second, flames exploded on the monster's back.
Smoke and dust rose everywhere.
The enormous explosion even drowned out the sound of the waves.
Jack stared intently in that direction, his palms sweating profusely.
"Did you hit it?"
The smoke and dust were dispersed by the sea breeze.
The enormous figure stopped in its tracks.
It slowly turned its head.
……
Lin Fan is very annoyed right now.
It's so annoying.
That feeling was like...
You were hungry for three days and three nights.
After finally getting to the buffet restaurant after waiting in line for ages, just as you're about to go in and feast, a swarm of flies buzzes around your ear.
It's one thing to call out.
They even bump into you.
"Who is it? So inconsiderate!"
Lin Fan felt a slight itch on his back.
It felt like someone had hit me with a pebble.
It's not even close to a tickle, it's more like...
Dusting off?
Maybe!
His intuition told him that he hadn't broken through.
Not even a mark was left.
I have to say something, even though I don't know what's wrong with me.
But Brother's physique is truly remarkable.
The hardness of this black exoskeleton is simply outrageous.
Lin Fan tilted his enormous head, his amber vertical pupils gazing at the sky.
Several small, silvery-gray insects were circling around there.
"Is this an American plane?"
Lin Fan even felt like laughing.
He didn't even need to look to clearly detect the heat signatures and engine vibrations of those aircraft.
too weak.
He was so weak that he couldn't muster the slightest desire to fight.
I'm starving right now, I don't have time to play this kind of pretend game with you guys.
The nuclear wastewater from Fukushima is still waiting for me!
That's aged wine!
Thinking of this, Lin Fan flicked his tail, completely ignoring the flies in the sky, and continued walking forward.
However, just because he doesn't want to talk to others doesn't mean that others won't talk to him...
Inside the cockpit.
A deathly silence.
Jack stared wide-eyed at the data coming from the radar.
"...Commander..."
"Target vital signs... unchanged."
"Armor integrity...100%".
"It...it didn't even look at us!"
This is even more painful than being slapped to death by a monster.
This is blatant disregard.
A kind of contempt from the top of the food chain.
Major Mustang gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead:
Damn it!
I knew this job wouldn't be that simple!
Switch to armor-piercing rounds!
Shoot it in the eye!
I refuse to believe its eyes are made of bulletproof glass!
"But sir, it...it's ignoring us."
"It's still heading towards Fukushima!"
"Stop it! We have to stop it! Once it gets to the nuclear power plant, who knows how it will evolve!"
After a brief exchange, the group made a tactical response, and the fighter jets dove down again.
The machine guns roared.
The massive depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds rained down like a storm, clattering and striking Lin Fan's head and back.
Sparks flew everywhere.
But apart from making a hammering sound, it was still completely useless.
Lin Fan was thoroughly annoyed by the series of "ding-ding-ding" sounds.
He stopped in his tracks.
He slowly raised his head.
A hint of human impatience flashed in those huge amber eyes.
"Will this ever end?"
"You really think I have no temper, huh?"
He didn't open his mouth.
But suddenly, starting from his tail, the thorns on his back began to glow segment by segment.
Om-!
A low-frequency vibration instantly spread throughout the entire sea area.
That wasn't a sound.
That's a sign that high-energy particles are converging!
The alarm in the cockpit suddenly became extremely shrill.
"Warning! Warning! Extremely high energy level detected!"
"Raise the price quickly! Raise the price quickly!"
Major Mustang's fierce roar echoed through the channel.
But it seems that it is no longer needed.
Lin Fan did not speak into the hotline.
He simply took a deep breath and then roared at the swooping fighter jets.
"roar----!!!"
This sound didn't involve any special skills.
He's just loud.
Add a little bit of... breath.
A terrifying sonic boom, mixed with a tangible shockwave, exploded in the air in an instant.
The F-35C, which was flying steadily, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of air.
The fuselage shook violently.
The alarm lights turned completely red.
"Damn it! The engine stalled!"
"Damn it! My watch face is completely black!"
"This is an electromagnetic pulse?! It roars with an EMP effect? This doesn't make sense!"
Several top-of-the-line fighter jets, costing hundreds of millions of dollars each, were like kites with broken strings, spinning in the air and wobbling as they plunged into the sea.
……
China's live broadcast room.
The image stabilized after a period of violent shaking.
That roar just now, even through the screen, made all the netizens' eardrums hurt.
After a brief pause, the comments section erupted once again.
Holy crap!
Holy crap!!!
Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; all I can say is "Holy crap!"
Is that all?
Where are the experts? Show yourself! What happened to the supposed last-ditch effort?
[What the hell is this?! This is clearly nuclear radiation spraying!]
[US: This war is unwinnable. This guy has no sportsmanship; he actually yelled at people!]
Am I the only one concerned about whether the pilots have insurance?
[To the person upstairs: In this situation, insurance companies generally define it as "force majeure" and will not provide compensation.]
At this moment.
The footage from the live stream.
After shouting that, the huge figure didn't even glance at the crashing planes.
He walked with an air of indifference, as if he didn't recognize anyone.
We continued walking resolutely towards Fukushima.
No one can stop a freeloader.
Even the United States is not acceptable.