Above Destiny

Chapter 600 One More Bitter Tribulation for Passarella

In the silence, all the officers looked at each other, bewildered.

Instinctively shook his head.

They even subconsciously wanted to refute it, but when they took out their phones to confirm, they found that there was no response from the hangar and the radio was silent.

The Heavenly Law swept out in fury, instantly tearing apart the illusion covering Hangar Zero, leaving only a scene of utter devastation!
Tire marks still remain on the track.

Right in the center of the hangar, the Vengeance bomber and its pilot had vanished without a trace.

Or rather, it rose into the sky...

Passarella's eyes instantly reddened as he demanded, "Why didn't the radar department report this?!"

The person in charge stood there, drenched in sweat, hesitant to speak.

radar?

That requires radar detection first, bro!

Although the Revenge bomber has been a mere decoration for many years, its design, equipment, and even its paintwork are all made with the Empire's most advanced technology. It even contains numerous alchemical artifacts, achieving the ultimate in stealth. Forget radar; it's designed to be undetectable by radar and unlockable by missiles. Otherwise, what kind of deterrent effect would it have?
"Where's the control tower?!" Passarella roared. "Is it dead too?!"

But after he finished criticizing it, he realized that he was being too harsh on the control tower. First of all, the deterrence mechanism is independent of the regular takeoff reporting process and is not under the control of the control tower. Even the runway is equipped separately.

At the same time, the air command can also shift the blame.

Because the deterrence mechanism is not under their jurisdiction, in order to carry out the most direct retaliation in the fastest, most brutal and most direct way, as long as there is an order from the Marshal and the Capital, the revenge bombers can take off directly. In fact, all combat orders are included. Apart from friendly forces identification, there will be no information from the background identification.

"Shatalik!"

Passarella turned around, his expression stern and cold as he demanded, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

At this moment, the transcendent-level Heavenly Origin who was in charge of the Heavenly Origin Laws of the entire base remained silent, having nothing to say—but he did have something to say: every few seconds, a reconnaissance plane and a fighter jet would take off in the entire base. Could he intercept and verify them one by one?

The problem is that they were completely unaware of everything that was happening inside the hangar.

They were kept in the dark.

In fact, they only found out after being alerted by the federal government...

In less than half a minute, the scene inside the hangar was broadcast to everyone.

Crimson blood-red streaks spread across the top of the hangar, marking the beginning of a ritual sacrifice aimed at the Great Abomination. Power from the tower and the rainbow separated the inside from the outside, sealing off all alarms and anomalies.

One by one, the crew members lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

It wasn't because of the intruder's mercy, but because the death of any member registered under the Laws of Heaven would immediately trigger an alert.

They even brought an ambulance to the scene to bandage and provide first aid to the injured crew members, ensuring their vital signs were stable.

How compassionate!

Unfortunately, nobody bought it.

At this moment, everyone could no longer resist the urge to gasp.

It's unbelievable and incomprehensible.

Someone brazenly walked into the core of the deterrence mechanism, broke into the hangar, and not only did it not alert any alarms, but it even set up a secret ritual of great evil on the spot in the face of the inspection of the Heavenly Law, and without triggering any abnormal feedback, it dealt with all the roadblocks in one fell swoop.

Finally, ignoring all the equipment locks imposed by the Empire on the bomber, and without the orders or verification of the Grand Commander and the Marshal, a Vengeance bomber ready to take off at any time was started up, and then, right before everyone's eyes, it rose into the sky...

It was like a nightmare!

No, even nightmares aren't this damn scary!

The most crucial point is that if this leads to any consequences, just thinking about it makes everyone in the command center feel an urge to slit their own throats.

Oh no, I've become the catalyst for the Third World War.

Is it too late to commit suicide now?
When you're out there getting into trouble, your wife and children shouldn't be held responsible. Do you think the Seven Star Building will let your family off the hook?
"Duke!"

The chief of staff finally realized what was happening and, disregarding rank, stood up abruptly and shouted: "The most urgent task is to confirm the weaponry on that Revenge bomber."

Access is required with your privileges, if…

His voice paused for a moment, and he dared not continue.

In the deathly silence, everyone was as still as a cicada in winter.

If it were equipped with a fusion bomb, then everything would be over!
Without hesitation, Passarella followed the advice, reached out, performed triple verification, and accessed the hangar's server, only to be met with a pop-up error message.

Trying again, another error occurred...

Inside the hangar, all the servers storing crew information were physically destroyed!

It’s over.

The chief of staff slumped into his chair, collapsing to his knees.

It's all over now.

Who would dare to bet on what exactly was on board that Vengeance bomber?
If the other side went to such lengths for the purpose of deterrence, then it's unthinkable what a fully equipped Revenge bomber could possibly do at this moment.

"Notify the Security Bureau: This is a state of maximum crisis. Get those useless bastards moving!"

Passarella's face was literally completely black, crackling with lightning, and he was out of control: "Find the Vengeance for me!"

All air combat units, including armored knights, are deployed to intercept. This is not a drill; if anything goes wrong, everyone will be court-martialed!

And the Equipment Department, get me to immediately confirm the inventory and status of all large-scale weapons. Stop showing me those damn screens, run there, right now!

A bunch of useless people, can't they even use the process of elimination?!

Within three minutes, I need to know exactly where that damned Revenge is, and what's on board! Within ten minutes, I want those damned bastards' corpses laid out before my eyes, understand?!

With such a unified response, no one dared to slack off or do anything else.

At this critical juncture, at this turning point where life and death are at stake, and the family's century-old reputation and the fate of all relatives and friends are at stake, all potential is being squeezed out.

In fact, it didn't even take three minutes.

In less than a minute, the Empire had pinpointed the location of the Vengeance. Because... the enemy hadn't gone far at all; it had been hovering low around the entire base, and even deliberately slowed down as if afraid they wouldn't notice, making it easier for observers to witness and confirm its presence.

Right under everyone's noses, it blended into the reconnaissance aircraft formation carrying out the reconnaissance mission, and from time to time it would fly in front of the formation, making a tactical maneuver with great flair, ignoring all the inquiries and questions on the radio channel, twisting and turning, showing off its engine exhaust nozzles - Brother, brother, do you think I'm awesome?

Damn it, I can't avoid watching it even if I want to!
Passarella's face turned green the moment he received the report.

Never before have I suffered such a humiliating disgrace... to have someone fly out a deterrent-class bomber right under my nose and then circle around it relentlessly in my presence, provoking me.

This beast is no longer human!

In that instant, amidst the furious thunder, Passarella's roar almost echoed throughout the entire base:
"—Shoot it down, immediately!"

At that very moment, amidst the sweeping and targeting of countless fire control radars, the Revenge's engine suddenly shuddered, bursting forth in flames.

accelerate!
The game begins!

The game has already started.

Just when everyone thought that things had fallen into chaos, screams rang out from the base.

An ambulance with its lights flashing and horn blaring was speeding around a corner when it struck and sent a figure running towards a combat post flying.

Bang!
Amidst hysterical screams, the victim spun 1,800 degrees in the air before crashing to the ground, almost instantly losing consciousness and nearly suffocating.

"Damn it—"

The engineer who had created this great work vomited blood on the spot and cursed loudly.

Fortunately, the emergency medical services arrived quite promptly...

The ambulance, which had been moving like crazy, suddenly swerved and came to a stop. A doctor jumped out in a panic and shouted for the military police to come and help.

The engineer, who was screaming in pain, was put into an ambulance.

"Damn it, I'm going to file a complaint! I'm going to the military court to complain about you! Your idiot driver is finished, finished, you understand?!"

The engineer, barely clinging to life, roared hysterically, "Do you even know what you've done? You've killed me! I'm going to..."

"—We need to go to the emergency response deterrence mechanism, check the status of the Revenge C-09 bombers, and ensure they can take off at any time, right?"

The doctor, who was flicking the syringe, calmly picked up the conversation, showing no unease or fear. He even turned around and smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, I've got everything under control. Nothing will go wrong!"

"you……"

The engineer stood there, stunned, his eyes widening involuntarily. Then, a sedative was plunged into his artery and pushed all the way in, and he immediately passed out.

Two minutes later, an ambulance sped through the heavily guarded base. In the passenger seat, the engineer waved his badge and held up his identification.

Bon Voyage.

"What's going on, Watson?" The sentry in front of the hangar was bewildered and nearly fired his gun in fright at the unusual situation.

Fortunately, I saw the engineer's face.

"Stop talking, my leg is broken, come and lend a hand."

Watson, limping, jumped out of the car, his face pale and drenched in sweat from the pain: "Time, time is running out!"

The sentry immediately reported the situation, handed the post to another person, picked up Watson, and ran towards the hangar.

The entire crew was in a state of panic.

The officer turned around and saw the limping engineer. He breathed a sigh of relief, then complained angrily, "You've finally arrived! The verification sequence was only missing your key. I thought you'd died out there!"

"almost."

Watson clung to a cart, limping forward: "Where's the pilot? Has the pilot arrived yet?"

"Hey there, buddy."

The pilot, who was eating ice cream, squatted down next to the bomber's cabin ladder. Looking at him, the pilot was taken aback. "You're in a terrible state, man."

"Barely alive, not dead yet."

Watson picked up the toolbox he was carrying and handed it to him: "Here, hold this for me, I need to check the system first..."

The pilot took it, stumbled instantly, and almost dropped it to the ground.

"What is this thing that's so heavy?"

Beside him, Watson finally reached out and placed his hand on the fuselage. Turning back to look at him, he suddenly grinned:
"Of course, it's the amazing little gadgets we'll be using next."

boom!
In an instant, amidst the pilot's bewilderment, the toolbox suddenly exploded.

A crimson fountain gushed forth, instantly engulfing everything.

The meticulously crafted ritual object, which had been prepared long ago, suddenly unfolded as the blood flowed, and, as if alive, covered the dome of the cabin under the guidance of the necromancy alchemy.

The sacrifice begins.

The tower's shadow descended instantly, and the rainbow's illusory light covered everything.

At the moment of the explosion, the Chosen One pilot suddenly sensed it and instinctively tried to retreat, but it was too late. A hand suddenly reached out and pressed against his face.

The next instant, darkness descended.

With his other hand, the 'engineer' pulled a submachine gun out of the blood, pulled the trigger, and emptied the magazine in the blink of an eye.

Twenty-five tranquilizer darts, enough to instantly knock an elephant unconscious, were thrown haphazardly, yet accurately struck everyone inside the hangar.

There wasn't even time to react.

In the dead silence, the wolf raised its head and looked at the bombers that were ready to go.

He pinched his chin and grinned.

"The game has begun, everyone."

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(End of this chapter)