Chapter 1099: with translation of chapter title

"Altogether 30..."

"Soviet Union 26, Long An 4... total yield about 13 million tons."

Inside the abandoned skyscraper, Lin An silently calculated the nuclear bombs to be brought.

As he expected, the capital side flatly refused him. Although maybe after more talks he could still get a few, Lin An noticed that the Soviet side seemed not to care what he wanted the nuclear bombs for, so he couldn't be bothered to argue further.

Having the world's number one arms depot in hand, there's no need to fawn.

It must be said that the Soviet Union really did what they promised; with Rayen's identity, they mobilized the whole nation to help him get the nuclear bombs.

According to Taylor, as long as it doesn't exceed 600, they can provide anytime.

Knowing this, even Lin An felt somewhat moved.

Although the Soviet Union's entire nuclear arsenal has about 6000 warheads, most are distributed in the Dead Hand system across various regions. With vast lands overrun by zombie mutants, the number of nuclear weapons the Soviet high command can actually control is estimated to be only this much.

Especially since he specified the yield and type, it can be said that to meet his demands, Taylor's side did everything they could.

It must be said, the casually fabricated identity is indeed useful.

The only pity is that, in Lin An's original plan, he wanted to get some triple-stage bombs and the Huaxia-exclusive Yu Min-type hydrogen bomb.

After all, the Yu Min-type hydrogen bomb has great explosive power and extremely low pollution, making it the optimal choice in his plan.

Although he can't worry about the aftereffects of nuclear explosions, he still hopes to reduce them as much as possible. After detonation, the mutations caused by radiation are also troublesome.

And the triple-stage bomb's power is even more terrifying, using fission-fusion-fission triple-layered detonation; its power far surpasses that of the Little Boy bomb back then. Dropping it, it's truly a one-shot kill.

If we can't get them, then we can't; time is pressing, Lin An asks himself he might still achieve perfection.

He quickly simulated the combat situation.

Lin An, while simulating the battle with the Zombie Emperor, rapidly calculated in his mind.

The nuclear bombs he intends to obtain he has uniformly chosen Tactical Nuclear Bomb.

Although the yield is small, they are easy to carry and conceal.

The reason is simple.

The damage nuclear bombs inflict on mutants is not that greater yield gives better effect; rather, there is a diminishing return. What truly threatens third-stage mutants is only the high-energy particle flow and ultra-high temperature generated at the moment of detonation. The subsequent shockwave and nuclear radiation are useless against mutants.

Actually, nuclear bombs are fundamentally unsuitable for fighting monsters. Lin An had a deep awareness of this in his past life.

One detonation increases killing power against zombie hordes, but the subsequent radiation actually accelerates zombie strengthening.

One can say that the highest force humanity can master—nuclear bombs—are like poison; they basically cannot be used unless absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind obtaining a Tsar Bomba, a 50-million-ton yield, directly sending the Zombie Emperor to heaven.

Not only that.

In the simulated combat results, Lin An clearly realized that to rely on nuclear bombs to seriously injure or even kill the Zombie Emperor, he must achieve multiple detonations, repeated bombardment, saturation nuclear explosion; the whole process must be precisely calculated!

"If the first batch is detonated, we can test the effect with 10 units of 300-kiloton class..."

"With Blink in hand, it's enough to achieve point-blank detonation; if one strike fails, I can still retreat in time..."

"The second batch must be pre-positioned in ambush."

"Make 15 units of 500-kiloton-class nuclear bombs into floating bombs; as soon as the Zombie Emperor chases over, detonate directly; with 15 covering, it's bound to hit several times..."

"The final batch of 3 units of 1-megaton yield plus psionic nuclear bombs as the trump card..."

Constantly calculating data, Lin An at this moment is like a human computer, constantly writing and drawing on paper.

Zhang Tie squatted beside him, foolishly staring at the nuclear blast range he drew, for a moment unable to swallow his saliva.

What is this for?

Although he doesn't really understand the parameters above, just hearing Lin An chant the numbers makes Xiong Hanzi feel cold sweat all over.

Damn it, Lin Dui is using nuclear bombs like firecrackers...

Buried one here, one there; will the entire Qing Mountain Safe Zone not see daylight all night? Everyone will watch fireworks together?

"Lin Dui, are we really going to detonate that many times?!"

"My goodness, that monster would have to be incredibly abnormal to withstand this..."

As Zhang Tie, who has experienced a nuclear explosion, knows how terrifying this is. Even without a close-range blast, he still got killed. That feeling, he never wants to experience again in his lifetime.

"It's necessary."

Weary, he rubbed his brow, Lin An replied softly.

"Think of the Sunwalker; that monster's speed is almost on par with mine, and the Zombie Emperor will only be faster."

"The best outcome is that I can be evenly matched with him, but I still can't stop it from fleeing."

"So, our chance to act is only once..."

Although he planned to use all his trump cards, Lin An still had no confidence in his heart.

Like other Awakened Ones, after third stage, each rank difference makes strength worlds apart. Although I have now obtained the second component of the Death God set, my strength has increased somewhat. But Lin An also knows these are far from enough.

Third-stage peak is already the strongest below fourth stage; throughout the Apocalypse process, it represents a terrifying disaster!

Every third-stage peak mutant has its own title, bestowed by countless survivors with blood and tears.

If it can be killed, kill it; if it cannot be killed, still must kill...

Clenching his fists silently, having come this far, having reached the world's forefront, Lin An knows these responsibilities can only be borne by him.

With a bitter laugh, he never imagined this day when he established Long An's base, let alone bearing such responsibility.

Only now does he realize that some responsibilities cannot be avoided by refusing to bear them.

Just like if you grow into a towering tree, you will inevitably shelter from wind and rain.

Because the rain is right above your head.