Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 154: All parties are shocked: Chuan Langte pressed the nuclear bomb button

154 All parties are shocked: Trump pressed the nuclear button

Chuan Langte's fingers trembled slightly on the red button, and his eyes were filled with complicated emotions.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the entire control room was so quiet that the only sounds were his rapid breathing and heartbeat.

Finally, he took a deep breath and slammed the nuclear bomb launch button.

At that moment, alarms suddenly sounded across the country. The piercing sound was like a scream tearing through the sky, breaking all the silence.

The crowd on the street fell into chaos in an instant, people fled in all directions, and the earth seemed to be shaking at the huge alarm.

In the sky, the air defense alarm lights began to flash rapidly, with red and blue lights interweaving together, reflecting a strange scene.

The broadcasting systems in major cities immediately switched to emergency mode, and the announcer's voice spread to every corner through the airwaves:
"Attention! Attention! This is a nuclear attack alert. Please seek shelter immediately. Stay calm and don't panic!"

However, despite the repeated broadcasts, panic spread rapidly among the crowd.

In the launch silo, the moment Chuan Langte pressed the nuclear bomb launch button, the entire base seemed to be activated by an invisible force.

The alarm sounded shrilly and the red warning light began to flash wildly, casting an eerie red light on the entire space.

In the operating room, the technicians' faces were filled with tension and concentration.

Their fingers danced quickly and accurately on the console, confirming every parameter and instruction.

The countdown numbers were displayed on the huge screen, and every passing second made people's heart beat faster.

There was a suffocating tension in the air, as if even breathing had become unusually heavy.

Below the launch silo, the nuclear bomb lies quietly on the launch pad, surrounded by intricate pipes and cables, which are like tentacles connecting to this destructive weapon that is about to change the fate of the world.

Over time, the lines began to vibrate slightly, heralding an unprecedented release of energy.

Suddenly, a low and powerful roar resounded throughout the launch silo, like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking every inch of the air.

This sound not only exploded in the ears, but also seemed to resonate deep in the soul, making people feel an unprecedented majesty and fear.

The ground trembled slightly, as if the earth itself was trembling at what was about to happen.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling light shot up from the bottom of the well. It was not just light, but like a messenger carrying endless energy, penetrating the several-meter-thick concrete layer and piercing the sky like a sharp sword.

This light was a hundred times brighter than the sun, forcing everyone who witnessed it to close their eyes or cover their eyes with their hands to avoid being hurt by the dazzling light.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the only thing left in the world was that beam of light.

Along with the light, huge smoke and flames rose up, which intertwined together to form an extremely spectacular mushroom cloud.

The cloud first appeared a dazzling white, then gradually turned into a deep gray, and finally settled into an awe-inspiring black.

Its top is as flat as a table, and its edges curl outward, like one of nature's most perfect masterpieces.

The mushroom cloud continued to rise and expand until it covered half of the sky, casting everything around it in shadow.

At the same time, a strong shock wave spreads out from the launch point, destroying all obstacles in its path.

The trees were uprooted like fragile straws; the sturdy buildings collapsed into ruins in an instant, with bricks and rubble flying everywhere.

Although the city in the distance was some distance away, it could still feel the shock brought by this force - glass windows were broken one after another, and people on the streets were panicking and looking for hiding places.

The mushroom cloud in the sky continued to rise, and below it, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, as if it was God's response to this catastrophic event on earth.

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The atmosphere at the company's headquarters seemed to be shrouded in frost, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy feeling of oppression.

Zhao Fangxu sat at one end of the conference table, his body leaning forward slightly, his hands folded on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His face was like a frozen lake in winter, cold and hard, and his eyes were deep.

Occasionally, his eyelids drooped slightly, hiding the complex emotions flashing in his eyes, but the majesty and displeasure emanating from within were as tangible as a suffocating force.

Huang Boren stood in a corner of the room, his anxiety and uneasiness almost overflowing from his face.

His hands unconsciously grabbed his messy hair. His hairstyle, which usually seemed casual, now looked more like a chicken coop that had just experienced a storm, and was in a mess.

His eyes wandered around, as if looking for clues to solve the problem or a glimmer of hope. His feet kept pacing lightly, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the ground made a slight sound, which was particularly harsh in this silent space.

Whenever his eyes accidentally met Zhao Fangxu's cold gaze, he would immediately look away, as if that gaze could burn his soul.

Bi Youlong sat not far from Zhao Fangxu, feeling restless as if he was sitting on the crater of a volcano.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair, the rhythm sometimes fast, sometimes slow, revealing his extreme anxiety.

Several times, he opened his mouth to speak, wanting to break the suffocating silence, but every time he met Zhao Fangxu's iron-cold eyes, all his courage and words seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and he could only swallow them back into his stomach helplessly.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his cheeks turned red due to suppression.

In the entire conference room, there was no other sound except Huang Boren's uneasy footsteps and Bi Youlong's occasional cough. The air was so heavy that it seemed as if even time had frozen at this moment.

Everyone's heartbeat seemed to be amplified many times, becoming the most obvious background sound in this silent confrontation.

The door of the room was thrown open, breaking the oppressive silence in the meeting room.

An employee stood at the door, panting, with an expression of anxiety and nervousness on his face.

His clothes were a little messy and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. It was obvious that he had been jogging all the way here.

"Director Zhao!" he shouted loudly, his voice full of anxiety and anticipation, as if he held in his hands the key information that could turn the tide.

All eyes were instantly focused on him, including Zhao Fangxu's originally cold eyes, which became sharp and fixed on this unexpected employee.

The employee walked into the room, holding a document or electronic device in his hand, and his steps were a little staggering due to nervousness.

He walked straight towards Zhao Fangxu, completely ignoring the other senior executives in the room who were on pins and needles. Every step he took seemed so firm and impatient.

"There's news." He emphasized again, this time with a hint of relief in his tone, as if he had finally taken off the burden on his shoulders. He handed the document or device in his hand to Zhao Fangxu, moving quickly and carefully, fearing any mistakes.

Zhao Fangxu took the document and quickly scanned every word on the paper. His eyes were like sharp blades, cutting through the words, looking for key information.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched slightly, a sign of violent emotional fluctuations.

The tension in the conference room reached a new level.

"The United States has indeed launched a nuclear weapon." Zhao Fangxu's voice was as cold as the wind on a winter night. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying unquestionable coldness and anger.

These words echoed in the air, sending a chill down everyone present.

Huang Boren's face turned pale instantly when he heard this, his eyes full of disbelief and fear, "They actually dared to do that? Don't they want to die?"

His voice was trembling, reflecting his extreme anxiety and shock.

Bi Youlong clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain. He roared, "They are really not afraid of death!"

The voice was filled with anger and confusion, as if it wanted to turn this anger into substance and penetrate all obstacles.

Huang Boren looked at Zhao Fangxu anxiously, his voice full of panic, "What should we do now? King Zhao is our ancestor, and he has to bear the nuclear bomb alone..."

Zhao Fangxu interrupted him, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He shook his head slowly, revealing a sense of powerlessness in his tone, "There's nothing we can do."

"Why?" Huang Boren almost shouted. He couldn't accept this answer, with anxious flames burning in his eyes.

Zhao Fangxu narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about how to explain, and seemed to be suppressing his emotions, "I know what it means."

His voice was low and hoarse, and every word was heavy.

Bi Youlong frowned, thinking, "Does the higher-ups want both King Zhao and the United States to suffer losses?"

He made a bold guess that might be close to the truth.

Zhao Fangxu did not answer directly, but just said softly, "That may be the intention, but it is more because there can't be any unusual changes at the moment. It would not be acceptable internationally."

Huang Boren licked his cracked lips and asked worriedly, "Can the King of Zhao withstand it?"

Zhao Fangxu snorted coldly and said decisively:
"Even if they hold out, the United States will be completely ruined from today on."

Zhu Li stood on the top floor of a skyscraper, which was the commanding height of the city. The neon lights around him flickered like stars dotted in the dark night.

The wind blew in from all directions, bringing with it a hint of coolness and a faint city scent, blowing through his clothes, making a rustling sound.

His figure appears lonely and small under the vast night sky, yet he reveals an unyielding tenacity.

Looking up at the sky, Zhu Li's gaze penetrated through layers of clouds and mist, pointing directly to the deep and boundless universe.

At this moment, a meteor broke the tranquility of the night sky. It came rushing from the depths of the sky with incredible speed and brightness, dragging a long tail flame, like a passing traveler, leaving a brilliant track in the vast river of stars.

The light of the meteor was extremely bright, and even in this brightly lit city, it was difficult to conceal its dazzling presence.

Its color is not a single silver-white, but is mixed with light green and blue, intertwined like a dream, breathtakingly beautiful.

Tang Mi approached slowly, her steps light and graceful.

She was wearing a well-tailored OL suit. The top was a classic black. The fabric was high-quality and slightly shiny, reflecting the delicate texture under the light, making her look both formal and fashionable.

The neckline design of the dress is just right, neither too revealing nor too conservative, perfectly setting off her neck line and adding a bit of intellectual charm.

The lower body is matched with a pair of trousers of the same material, with straight trouser lines, outlining her slender legs and making her legs look more slender and upright.

The most eye-catching thing is the pair of black stockings on her feet. They are as thin as a cicada's wings and lightly cover her skin, revealing a hazy and attractive beauty.

The combination of black stockings and OL attire not only retains the professionalism of business attire, but also cleverly incorporates sexy elements, making the overall look both dignified and charming, which is eye-catching.

Tang Mi's hair was styled into a simple low ponytail, with a few strands of hair softly falling beside her ears, swaying gently with her steps, adding a bit of dynamic beauty.

Her makeup is delicate and not exaggerated, with light eyeshadow, light foundation and a touch of complexion-enhancing lipstick, making her look refreshed and outstanding.

Especially those eyes, which were bright and lively, as if they could see into people's hearts, yet with a hint of imperceptible tenderness that made people want to get closer involuntarily.

When she walked to Zhu Li's side, a light scent of perfume followed her. It was a unique aroma that mixed floral and woody notes. It was neither ostentatious nor sweet, which just enhanced her overall charm and was very impressive.

There was a hint of panic in Tang Mi's voice, and she said hastily: "Your Highness, that's a nuclear bomb!"

Her eyes were fixed on the increasingly bright light in the sky, and an unprecedented fear and uneasiness spread in her heart.

Zhu Li stood beside her, his figure looked exceptionally steady under the night sky, as if he was an unshakable mountain.

Hearing Tang Mi's words, he just turned his head slightly, his eyes as deep as the abyss, which seemed to contain insight into everything in the world.

"This king knows."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable calmness, as if he had foreseen all this.

In his eyes, the nuclear bomb was no longer a distant point of light, but rose rapidly in his field of vision at an almost impossible speed, like a scythe swung by the god of death, suddenly falling with a breath of destruction.

Zhu Li's gaze penetrated the night sky and looked directly at the source of the disaster. His pupils reflected the scene of the accelerated fall of the nuclear bomb. The light was dazzling and cold, as if the doomsday judgment was about to come.

The air around seemed to freeze, and time became slow and heavy at this moment.

There was no panic on Zhu Li's face, only a deep calm, as if he had transcended the impending catastrophe.

His posture was upright, and even when facing such a desperate situation, he still maintained the demeanor of a king. His calm attitude made Tang Mi beside him feel a sense of inexplicable peace of mind.

However, this peace was only the calm before the storm. The nuclear bomb in the distance continued to approach at an alarming speed. Wherever it passed, even the night sky was torn apart, forming distorted rays of light, foreshadowing the coming destruction.

"Your Highness, how should we respond?"

Zhu Li stood with his hands behind his back:

"The king will come in person."

(End of this chapter)