Chapter 82: Black Hawk Down!

Standing atop the aircraft amidst the biting north wind, Zhang San gazed down at the city below, and a sense of dread rose from the depths of his heart.

It was a fear of the unknown; no one knew what the result would be after jumping.

After all, his parachuting skills were merely a crash course from videos over the past few days, all theory with no practice, so whether he could succeed was truly uncertain.

Beside him, dozens of burly, fierce-looking men stood inside the cabin.

These men leaned near the open door, surveying the terrain below, ready to pick a suitable spot.

"Hahaha, I've found my spot and am jumping first; you guys keep choosing."

One bald, burly man laughed heartily, stepped forward a few paces, then leaped straight out, arms spread wide as he plummeted in freefall.

As the first jumper glided through the air, one after another, his successors followed behind him, leaping downward.

Seeing the cabin emptying and the plane about to fly over the city center, the uneasy and terrified Zhang San jumped out behind the previous jumper.

Amidst the violent sensation of weightlessness, panicked and determined to be absolutely safe, he estimated he was around three thousand meters and pulled his parachute cord.

After his body shook violently, under the immense pulling force, his rapidly falling speed immediately slowed.

But before he could steady his posture, a deafening roar erupted from behind him.

"Boom!!!"

Following an earth-shattering explosion, Zhang San, his heart stopping from fright, hurriedly turned around.

But as he twisted his head, he discovered the plane he had just been riding was erupting with blinding flames.

Amidst a cloud of smoke and dust, thick black smoke billowed from the plane's right wing; immediately, its flight path began to shift, inevitably descending toward one side.

Meanwhile, his teammates who had not yet parachuted after him screamed as they plummeted together with the aircraft.

In an instant, fine cold sweat spread across Zhang San's back; if he had jumped even a moment later, he would have surely followed Lao Da's fate.

'But how could the plane suddenly explode...'

Zhang San's eyes suddenly widened mid-sentence, for he saw a black line slicing through the sky far below, rushing rapidly toward them.

Before he could react, that black line swiftly swept past his ear, and immediately another explosive boom erupted behind him.

'Was that just now... what? An anti-aircraft gun?'

Immense fear rose in Zhang San's heart, and then he saw below, one after another, shells being fired upward like the scythes of Death.

In Z City, Fang Can stood within a villa, the hard tiles beneath his feet shattered all over the floor.

Watching the plane strutting arrogantly across the sky, Fang Can yanked down a steel railing.

As he kneaded with both palms, the steel under his arms was twisted like plasticine into a flat, round disc.

After molding the steel into the shape he desired, Fang Can's eyes fixed tightly on the aircraft several thousand meters high.

Before the Great Cataclysm, the maximum height for a human throwing a discus was 15 meters, and the farthest distance was 74 meters!

Yet at this moment, for Fang Can, whose normal strength reached 40 tons and maximum movement speed reached 50 meters per second, those noisy planes soaring in the sky were within his reach.

"You like to make noise, do you..."

Fang Can held his breath and focused, gripping the discus tightly in his right hand, then letting his body spin freely.

As his body rotated under immense centrifugal force, the tiles beneath his feet were cracked by his steps, and the sound of shattering 'crack' echoed continuously from below.

"Boom!" With a tremendous roar, the discus in his hand was hurled toward the sky at nearly the speed of sound.

After doing so, the sky remained calm, and the discus grew smaller and smaller in his line of sight.

Fang Can then calmly bent down to pick up another piece of iron railing and began to mold it, letting the bullet fly for a while.

Sure enough, over ten seconds later, accompanied by a massive explosion, the previous discus officially struck the modified passenger plane soaring in the sky.

And the sound of the explosion still needed over ten seconds to travel and reach his ears.

One could see plane after plane in the sky turning into fireworks under Fang Can's pinpoint barrage; it was truly the most expensive fireworks show from ancient times to the present.

At this moment in the sky, as plane after plane beside him turned into fireworks.

Driven by fear, the rioters who had previously been frenzied now, one by one, scrambled to jump from the planes, then pulled their parachutes at the corresponding altitudes.

Soon, a vast, surging line of parachutists filled the sky completely.

Even the massive parachutes blocked out the sunlight, and some people, tangled together, fell fearfully from the sky.

"Gaga-gaga, let the explosions come even more fiercely."

At this moment, inside the repaired base outside Z City, Li Huowang laughed and suddenly pushed the red joystick before him with both hands.

As the red joystick was pushed, a powerful drumbeat resonated throughout Z City.

Amidst the highly melodic rhythm, Li Huowang's body shifted, transforming into the appearance of a heavy metal rock singer.

Immediately, he borrowed the superpower of absolute vocal talent from the person he had transformed into.

Moments later, a heavy metal pop song from before the Great Cataclysm, "We're Not Gonna Take It," issued from his mouth.

We're not gonna take it (We will not stand for it!)

No we ain't gonna take it (We will rise up and fight!)

We're not gonna take it anymore (We will not stand for it anymore!)

We've got the right to choose (We have the right to choose our destiny)

Countless drones followed Li Huowang's singing voice, beginning to flash with various colors of light in rhythm.

And under the stimulation of the absolute melody superpower, the minds of most humans were influenced, manifesting specifically as a more emotional state.

The group in the sky who had previously been terrified now felt no fear; instead, they became blood-boiling, like berserkers, eager to land and fight the enemy in large numbers immediately.

Zhang San in the sky was no longer afraid; all negative emotions were suppressed amidst the stirring drumbeats, replaced by the courage to fight desperately for survival.

But in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened as he saw dozens of tanks advancing toward Z City below.

"No way, why do these people have vehicles!"

Zhang San found it hard to believe, while the official website of the live broadcast detailed the reasons.

Compared to ordinary criminals who can at most obtain firearms, those VIP criminals with higher crime levels naturally gain access to higher-grade weapons.

Of course, correspondingly, the slaughter missions for these elite monsters are heavier, with an average starting requirement of one hundred heads.

"Croak! Charge at them all!"

In the next instant, as a shell flew out from the tank's cannon barrel, a huge breach was blasted into a distant building.

On the other side, a lean man wearing prison clothes, with shackles on both hands and feet, walked calmly on the outskirts of City Z.

Suddenly, his steps halted, because four figures were now blocking his path.

(End of this chapter)