Chapter 710 - 682: Crumbling Apart (2)

"Command center, this is the radar monitoring team. We have detected an unidentified flying object intruding into the interception zone, position 340, speed..."

"Estimated speed exceeds Mach 4... no friendly identification code, flight mode unrecognizable, target not responding—"

"Preparing for interception, launching interception missiles..."

"Target suddenly changed trajectory! Evasive maneuvers are precise, it can’t be a missile, speed is still maintained, that is... that is..."

"That’s a person!"

"Target breached the interception net, target hit the Trampler Mecha!"

"Trampler Mecha has been defeated! It’s coming towards us!"

Lille flew at full speed towards the sky, instantly breaking the sound barrier, carrying a sonic boom cloud straight to the space airship!

However, dealing with Steve took a bit of time, the deployed fighters and missile systems in the air re-entered combat positions, and in an instant, dozens of interception missiles flew towards him, these missiles circled in the air approaching, forming a death net—

Boom!

With the precedent of precision interception failure, all these missiles switched to preemptive detonation, the high temperatures, shockwaves, and shrapnel from the explosions were all borne by Lille’s metal body, he felt as if he was in a firestorm like never before!

Lille retracted his flight wings, pulling all sensors back under his armor, yet the high temperatures and shockwaves still caused the instrument readings to gradually rise to dangerous levels...

Whoosh!

But it didn’t stop him!

The people on the space airship saw a metal man burst out of the explosion, this metal man gripping a red-hot metal machete, six terrifying alloy octopus claws suddenly spread open, a pair of arc lethal flight wings opened in the sky, the blue light in his chest even overshadowed the sun’s glow...

Bang—

The red-hot metal cutting blade, carrying kinetic energy, pierced through the command room’s glass with a single strike, Lille rotated rapidly in the air, opening the bomb bay in his abdomen, 8 high-powered bombs scattered with kinetic energy...

Boom!

The explosion meant to intercept Lille just happened in the command room!

Click.

The flames subsided, and the giant carrier lost all communications.

The Hydra members in the command room stood up from the wreckage, they saw that the faceless metal man had used its claws to pierce through the control panel, powerful currents continually surged around...

Bzzz—

The sound that metal makes when it bends abnormally would be amplified to an exaggerated extent given the scale of the space airship.

Hydra wanted to stand up, but they found themselves sliding—

Not sliding on the ground, but this massive carrier was capsizing!

Crash!

The roar and airflow caused by Lille’s takeoff made the already unstable Hydra members dizzy, their minds racing:

What did the enemy do?!

But this question didn’t require their thoughts.

As Lille rushed into the command room, several of the space carrier’s massive engines suddenly emitted strange explosive booms, sparks flying—

Lille didn’t have the weaponry to destroy the space airship in one blow, but the larger a system, the more it emphasized systemic coordination.

The space carrier’s engines are very advanced, providing propulsion beyond imagination, but to keep such a large thing stable in flight, the complexity of its attitude control system is beyond imagination!

Lille only needed to program a subtle thrust deviation in several engines, this deviation would gradually expand and ultimately result in the carrier experiencing severe oscillation and attitudinal distortion during flight...

Now, the personnel on the carrier were going through this phase.

The carrier began tilting, minor tremors eventually evolved into violent vibrations comparable to an earthquake, vibrations that could send them flying from the vast space of the bridge command room to the ceiling and bouncing off the walls—

Eventually, pilots on nearby jets would witness a terrifying scene:

The mass of the carrier and the momentum imparted by its engines on different areas would accumulate, ultimately, this inertia, absolutely tore apart the structure of the space airship!

The unbearable stress erupted from within...

The space airship disintegrated!

And this scene was even more shocking to those on the ground:

They saw a hulking metal man violently land, destroying the massive robot that was flying rampantly down the street, and then charge towards the sky.

As it charged into the sky, the missiles and fighters in the air turned their attention, no longer dropping bombs on these ordinary people—

After a terrifying explosion, it broke through the flames, crashing directly into the carrier, by the time it came back out, the carrier began to split apart!

In the high sky, an almost indistinguishable metal man and the sky-covering airship contrasted so intensely.

Lille’s impact was like an egg against a stone, an ant shaking a tree, yet the outcome...

The outcome was the former charging towards the sky again, through countless supersonic fighters pursuing into the clouds;

While the latter fell from the sky, collapsing and scattering...

Splash!

The massive wreckage slammed into the water with extreme speed, yet because it was so vast, people felt like it was in slow motion.

Just like when it rose from the water, its crash also sent huge waves crashing—

Even Barnes, who just regained his combat mindset, could only stand slack-jawed at the sight, unable to speak for a long time.

As Lille led away all the fighters, Barnes and the others also rode the Hydra Crusher to leave, and the bombing and attacks on the ground gradually ceased.

People climbed out from the rubble, looking up at the sky, with a hundred questions in mind:

What happened? Why were bombs dropping on Washington? Is President Ellis aiming for a third term? Was their target President Barnes?

But more importantly... who was that?

Have they been saved?

By a... metal man?

...

New York, this is the most intensely attacked region by the space airship.

The assassination of key figures was the task of the infiltration phase, now was the phase of overt rebellion:

In this phase, they were to kill openly.

As long as those who dared to resist were dead, the rest would be like a flock of sheep, a flock that would only dare to eat grass and grow wool without speaking.

The New Future District is a special place: in Zola’s calculations, the entire area is set to be destroyed.

Hydra has its own algorithm to enslave society, but in the New Future District, the way of using network technology is completely the opposite.

To turn the world to a dark corner, to trap people in fear and doubt, there can’t be those who’ve seen the light present—

To make the new world believe that network technology has only this one use.

Even if Zola is offline and temporarily unable to execute the insight plan’s specific details, this area is certainly slated for destruction.

New York was bombed.

The New Future District has become ruins, streets once filled with high-tech, parks once filled with laughter now burning fiercely.

People either escaped in terror amidst the ruins, or hid in air-raid shelters waiting for rescue...

Many people never thought such a day would come.

Boom!

A bomb exploded on the already collapsed Atlas Group building, jets streaked across the sky, and soldiers in black combat suits began to infiltrate, killing upon sight of any survivors.

But the city hasn’t stopped operating!

NYPD officers moved through the ruins wearing exoskeletons while carrying a stretcher—

The mayor, Anthony, lay on the stretcher, with one leg amputated, and half of his body turned blackened, if it weren’t for the medical resources of the Atlas Group, he’d already be dead!

Chief George followed by his side, an injector extending from his police prosthetics: "Anthony, we’ll get you to the anti-air channel, hold on..."

Hiss—

The injector was activated, injecting medicine into Anthony’s body, reducing the pain, giving him some strength: "I can’t leave! Atlas has emergency prosthetics, use the emergency prosthetics on me!"

"But..."

"No buts! We’ve been invaded! Organize defense, there are people in the city! We need to go back!"

Snap.

Gwen, donning combat gear, landed on the damaged wall, her mask concealing the shock and unease on her face:

"The mayor is right, someone is indiscriminately attacking civilians... and it’s organized! Every minute and second, someone is being killed, we have to save them!"