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Chapter 1714 Strike, the Last Resort
The air was thick with the smells of sweat, fear, and despair.

On the huge tactical screen, five of the dots representing friendly aircraft disappeared instantly, while the remaining ones were fleeing the edge of the battlefield at top speed, symbolizing the complete failure of the attack.

In the center of the main screen, the huge heat source signal representing Connors remained hot and stable, even brighter because it had just released a huge amount of energy. It was focused on "feeding" in the ruins, and every digging action was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone on site.

Kenji Kobayashi's face was ashen, his hands gripping the edge of the control panel so tightly that his knuckles had lost all color from the force.

Through the screen, he could almost see the twisted and deformed reactor pressure vessel fragments torn up by Connors' giant claws, and the molten fuel rods, glowing with an eerie blue light like hellish gems, being greedily fed into the monster's mouth.

Every excavation means more radioactive material is exposed and spread, resulting in ecological wounds that will be difficult to heal for centuries in Fukushima and the entire northeastern part of Honshu.

His heart sank into a cold, despairing abyss, and his stomach churned violently.

"boom!"

General Angelela slammed his fist, filled with anger and frustration, onto the sturdy alloy command platform with a dull thud that made the coffee cup next to him jump.

His face was ashen, the muscles in his jaw were taut, and the veins in his temples throbbed.

The huge tactical screen clearly replayed the one-sided massacre that had just occurred—no, it couldn't even be called a battle; it was a one-sided crushing and merciless mockery of humanity's proud air power!

The losses were devastating! Absolutely horrific!
The monster's defensive capabilities (saturation missile attacks were like a tickle) and offensive capabilities (its devastating particle beam breath) far exceeded even the most pessimistic assessments following the New York incident!
Even more frighteningly, the intelligence agencies' worst fears were confirmed: the saturation attack with conventional weapons, especially those high-explosive warheads, not only failed to harm it in the slightest, but instead seemed to "charge" this radiation-fed behemoth!
Its dorsal fin glowed even brighter after the attack, and the devastating particle beam, in terms of power and range, seemed to confirm this terrifying hypothesis.

An atmosphere of despair, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around everyone's neck.

Conventional weapons seem to have reached their limit.

“Deep Hammer! B-1B Lancer formation status! Report position and ETA (Estimated Time of Arrival)!”

Angelela's voice sounded as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar, each word carrying a heavy chill, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the staff seat responsible for coordinating strategic bombers.

The staff officer who was called upon straightened up abruptly, his voice trembling slightly from the immense pressure and his do-or-die determination, yet exceptionally clear and loud: "Reporting, General! 'Deep Hammer' No. 1 and No. 2 have entered their final attack trajectory! Altitude 12000 meters, speed Mach 0.85! They are currently traversing a strong electronic jamming zone! They are expected to arrive directly above the target in 4 minutes and 30 seconds! Both GBU-57A/B MOPs (Massive Ordnance Penetrators) have been powered on and preheated, and the guidance system has completed its final self-check. Ready! Requesting final mission confirmation!"

The "Deep Hammer" mentioned by the staff officer refers to two large, angular B-1B "Lancer" supersonic strategic bombers.

Like steel vultures lurking above the clouds, they are silently approaching the battlefield at subsonic speeds. Inside their belly bomb bays hang two of the most powerful earth-penetrating weapons in the conventional arsenal of mankind—each weighing an astonishing 30000 pounds (approximately 13.6 tons)—the GBU-57 MOP.

These giant bombs have high-strength nickel-cobalt steel alloy bodies, are equipped with advanced laser/INS/GPS composite guidance systems and time-delay fuses, and were originally designed to destroy hardened command centers or nuclear facilities buried deep underground.

At this moment, they are expected to become the last conventional "spears" to pierce through Connors's almost invincible defense.

Angelela's gaze was fixed on Connors's figure wreaking havoc in the ruins on the main screen.

It stuffed another large block of concrete, mixed with steel bars and unidentified radioactive material, into its mouth, chewing it with satisfaction, a faint blue light flowing across its body.

The general's eye twitched; he knew this was almost his last chance.

He took a deep breath; the cold air seemed to carry the smell of radioactive dust.

"Send the highest priority target status update to the 'Deep Hammer' crew: Target codename 'Giant Lizard'. The target's body is covered with multiple layers of composite armor. Frontline firepower has verified that it is absolutely immune to all existing conventional kinetic energy armor-piercing weapons (including depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds) and chemical energy armor-piercing warheads! Preliminary analysis shows that its armor has signs of energy field enhancement, and its physical hard-kill effectiveness is extremely low! Repeat, conventional armor-piercing methods are ineffective!"

"The target has been confirmed to possess a high-efficiency charged particle beam directed energy weapon (PBW)! Its attack pattern has the following lethal characteristics:"
Range: Far exceeding the effective range of all our current airborne weapons, with an estimated effective kill radius of over 50 kilometers!

Speed: The particle beam approaches the speed of light (Relativistic Speed), with almost zero delay from launch to impact. No existing early warning or maneuvering evasion system can rely on reaction time!
Authorized crews must employ all necessary and extreme evasive maneuvers during the final attack phase! This includes, but is not limited to: extremely low-altitude ground-hugging flight (utilizing terrain for cover), maximum G-force turns, irregular barrel rolls, dive/climb combinations, and releasing all chaff/flares for saturation jamming! Core principle: Avoid particle beam attacks at all costs! Survival is the top priority!
However, the core objective remains unchanged: ensure that at least one MOP (Mechanical Ordnance Explosive) accurately hits the target's core area—the center of the reactor ruins it is excavating or the point where its torso contacts the ground! Again, at least one hit is mandatory! The MOP is our last and strongest conventional strategic strike capability currently available against this level of super-heavy, hardened target. Its design penetration depth and explosive charge make it the only weapon capable of physically destroying or paralyzing the 'giant lizard''s' critical internal systems. Failure would mean the complete loss of our conventional options!

Deep hammer, confirmed! Best of luck! Over!

Angelela's voice was resolute.

If MOP fails, the options will become extremely limited and dangerous.

His gaze swept almost imperceptibly over a small, encrypted tactical display on the edge of the command console.

Above, a point of light, almost blending into the background noise and representing extremely low detectability, was silently hovering along a predetermined elliptical path high in the sky, far from the center of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)