DC Tyrant

A soldier stared at the screen and exclaimed in disbelief: "Brigadier General Kagel, the missile silo is automatically turned on."

"What did you say?"

Brigadier General Kagel felt a chill in his heart, his hands and feet were icy cold, the ambition he had just ordered, and the flames in his heart that were compared with Slade were instantly extinguished.

There are seventeen missiles in the missile silo, and five are always ready to be launched. That is to say, there are five missiles with a yield of 30, 70, 300, 6,000, and 10,000 tons. controlled by them.

To put it simply, the nuclear bomb dropped on Hiroshima, Japan, is roughly 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 horrific situation greater than that of Hiroshima. The kind that can completely destroy this military base with more than 10,000 people, and destroy it very thoroughly.

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

"Missile silo 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 do not respond..."

Brigadier General Kagel's pupils dilated. At this moment, all wisdom was useless. The chill in his spine rose to his head, and his body froze.

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

"Brigadier General Cagle, someone has hacked into our control system internally."

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

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

"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 anyone else today, we can't move at all!"

A professional computer soldier shouted in disbelief. This is not like a computer crushing, but more like a supernatural event. He did not find any traces.

Brigadier General Kagel's face was ugly, his hands clenched tightly 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, covered with eggs?

At this moment, what led Badi to come out, the firepower swept away, and the strategy of being as steady as a dog was useless. Once the missile was launched, it would be over.

"Cut off all current, shut down the power stack, stop the missile silo launch."

Brigadier General Kagel's eyes widened with horror, the whites of his eyes rose, and he roared loudly with a broken mind, as if this would bring him a little courage.

After all, the computer is just electricity, and no electricity is the root of nothing.

He thought with a broken mind.

Soon, the buzzing machine in the command room wailed and the lights gradually dimmed, making the soldiers and Brigadier General Kagel feel fortunate and inexplicable panic.

Every soldier in the darkness looked at each other in dismay.

The power of 16,000-ton missiles has been seen in Hiroshima and Nagasaki as early as World War II. No one is afraid of this kind of destructive weapon.

Despite the power outage, Brigadier General Kagel did not relax at all. He was holding on to his heart, and his breathing began to be a little difficult. He had to take a big breath.

Does this method really work?

Useless.

Sudden.

The lights above the head were connected, the mechanical sound of the computer was humming again, and the screen displayed the program being loaded.

Every important place has a backup power supply, the missile silo, the underground research room, and the ground military base, and in order to avoid damage or attack in one place, power can be supplied from the other two.

This time, Badi was using the power supply of the underground research institute to restore it.

Instead of illuminating people's hearts, the light that lit up reflected the blank and bewildered faces of every soldier who looked at each other.

Brigadier General Kagel's face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.

suddenly.

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

Everyone felt that the ground was abnormal, and it seemed that there were wild beasts breaking out of the ground.

"what happened?"

"earthquake?"

"Yes Yes…"

"Missile fired!"

Some soldiers were nervous, unable to speak.

Missile silo.

A 30-ton equivalent missile rumbled with tail flames, shaking the air, and spewing hot tail flames from the missile well, soaring into the sky with great momentum.

The soldiers of the laboratory building surrounded by the ground all looked at the missile that was soaring into the sky, and their eyes were a little confused.

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

Is there any enemy that needs to use the silo to launch missiles?

The enemy has an army coming?

Brigadier General Kagel's face was pale, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead, dripping down again.

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

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

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

"That's a Patriot IV ballistic missile."

A soldier said the name of the missile.

"It turned out to be a ballistic missile!"

Some soldiers were thankful that it was a ballistic missile, and a group of soldiers, including Brigadier General Kagel, were slightly relieved, at least the missile didn't explode right above their heads.

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

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

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

Glad that they and the others were not in danger, they fell silent again, not knowing where the missile would blow up. No matter where it was, they would probably be finished.

"Amen..." A religious soldier drew a cross on his chest and prayed for the dying life.

The atmosphere is silently mourning in the atmosphere of grief and loss of life.

Silent and silent, even if their lives are about to be lost, they can't do anything, which makes some of them have tears in their eyes.

This atmosphere did not last long before it was broken.

"What happened to the missile!!!"

Suddenly a soldier exclaimed.

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

The soldiers were terrified, tears were thrown from their eyes, and all the mourning and mourning disappeared, only stunned and stunned.

how can that be!

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

Why turn?

Will you make a big turn?

Why turn back?

"How is this going!"

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

"How could it possibly turn."

"This unscientific!!"

This group of soldiers was so frightened that they were going crazy. Although they said that the missile flew to other places, they and others didn't want it, but they didn't want you to fly back!

It's always better to kill someone else than to kill yourself.

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

"It's over." Brigadier General Kagel was really sweating.

In the eyes of thousands of people who raised their heads and opened their mouths in terror and stagnation, the Patriot IV ballistic missile shot back and inserted straight into a seven-story soldier's dormitory.

Insert into the wall from the roof.

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