Chapter 82: The Black Eagle Falls!

Standing on the wind-slicing plane, gazing down at the city below, a fear arose in Zhang San’s heart.

It was fear of the unknown—no one knew what would happen if they jumped.

After all, even parachute skills were learned from video tutorials in just these few days, all theory and no practice; success was far from guaranteed.

Beside him, inside the cabin, dozens of burly, menacing men stood.

They leaned near the door, scanning the terrain below, preparing to pick a better landing spot.

“Hahaha, I’ve found my ideal spot—I’m jumping first, you guys keep choosing!”

One bald giant laughed loudly, stepped forward, and leapt straight out, arms spread wide in free fall.

As the first jumper glided through the air, one after another followed him downward.

Watching the cabin grow emptier and seeing the plane already flying over the city center, he, trembling with dread, leapt out right behind the last jumper.

In the violent rush of weightlessness, frantic and desperate for safety, he estimated he was around three thousand meters up and pulled his parachute.

After a violent jolt and a tremendous tug, his plummeting speed instantly slowed.

But before he could steady himself, a deafening roar came from behind.

“BOOM!!!”

At the earth-shattering explosion, Zhang San’s heart nearly stopped—he spun around in panic.

To his horror, the plane he had just been on was now blazing with blinding fire.

Amid clouds of smoke, the plane’s right wing erupted in thick black plumes, its flight path veering off, inevitably tilting toward one side as it descended.

His teammates who had not yet jumped screamed as they plummeted with the plane.

Instantly, cold sweat drenched Zhang San’s back—if he had jumped even a second later, he would have met the same fate as the others.

‘But how could a plane suddenly explode…’

Zhang San’s eyes widened mid-sentence—he saw a black line slicing through the sky, hurtling toward him at speed.

Before he could react, the black line shot past his ear, and another explosive roar erupted behind him.

‘What the hell was that…? Anti-aircraft cannon?’

Great fear surged in Zhang San—and then he saw missile after missile, like death’s scythes, streaking upward from below.

In Z City, Fang Can stood in his villa, shattered porcelain tiles scattered beneath his feet.

Watching the aircraft flying brazenly overhead, Fang Can tore off a steel railing.

With his palms crushing it, the steel bent like clay beneath his arms, flattening into a disc.

Once he shaped the steel as he wished, Fang Can’s eyes locked onto the aircraft thousands of meters above.

Before the Great Collapse, the maximum height humans could throw a discus was fifteen meters, the farthest distance seventy-four meters!

But now, with Fang Can’s normal strength at forty tons and his top movement speed at fifty meters per second, those noisy planes overhead were within arm’s reach.

“Like to make noise, huh…”

Fang Can held his breath, gripped the steel disc tightly, then spun his body fully.

As centrifugal force whirled him, his feet cracked the tiles beneath him—crack, crack, crack—the sound never ceased.

“BOOM!” With a thunderous roar, he hurled the disc upward at near-supersonic speed.

Afterward, the sky remained still; the disc grew smaller in his sight.

Fang Can calmly bent down, picked up another steel railing, and began shaping it again—let the bullets fly for now.

Indeed, after a dozen seconds, a massive explosion signaled the first disc had struck the modified passenger jet soaring in the sky.

The sound of the explosion still took another dozen seconds to reach his ears.

One by one, aircraft in the sky turned into fireworks under Fang Can’s pinpoint throws—undoubtedly the most expensive fireworks show in history.

Now, as plane after plane around him burst into fireworks,

the once-enthusiastic thugs, gripped by terror, scrambled to leap from the planes one after another, pulling their parachutes at the proper altitude.

Soon, a vast skyward parachute procession filled the heavens.

Some parachutes were so large they blocked out the sun; some people even tangled together, falling in terrified freefall.

“Gahahaha! Let the explosions come harder!”

At the newly repaired base outside Z City, Luan Huo grinned and slammed both hands onto the red lever before him.

As the red lever was pushed, a powerful drumbeat echoed across all of Z City.

To the rhythm of a pulsing melody, Luan Huo’s body shifted, transforming into the form of a heavy metal rock singer.

He then borrowed the superpower of that persona’s absolute singing voice.

Moments later, a heavy metal pop song from before the Great Collapse, “We’re Not Gonna Take It,” poured from his lips.

We’re not gonna take it

Now we ain’t gonna take it

We’re not gonna take it anymore

We’ve got the right to choose

…

Countless drones, synced to Luan Huo’s voice, began flashing colorful lights in rhythmic patterns.

Under the influence of his absolute melody superpower, most humans’ minds were affected, manifesting heightened emotional states.

The people in the sky, once terrified, now lost their fear—instead, they burned with bloodlust, like berserkers, eager to land and fight the enemy immediately.

Zhang San in the sky no longer feared; all negative emotions were crushed beneath the driving beat, replaced by the courage to fight for survival.

But the next instant, his eyes widened—he saw dozens of tanks advancing toward Z City below.

“What the hell? Why do these people have vehicles?!”

Zhang San couldn’t believe it—but the official livestream site detailed the reason.

While ordinary criminals could only get guns, higher-tier VIP criminals naturally received more advanced weapons.

Naturally, their kill quotas were heavier too—starting at an average of one hundred heads.

“Caw! Charge, all of you!”

The next moment, a shell fired from a tank’s barrel blasted a massive hole in a distant building.

On the other side, a gaunt man in prison garb, shackles binding his wrists and ankles, walked calmly along Z City’s outskirts.

Suddenly, he halted—four figures now stood blocking his path.

(End of Chapter)