Reborn Before the Apocalypse: My Backing is the Nation

Chapter 42 Without a trace of lingering attachment

Daniel sat in his office, still staring intently at the screen, watching the dynamic simulation image on the screen, where the dot representing the enemy's intercontinental ballistic missile slowly moved across the vast sky above the Earth.

Of course, these are images drawn by radar stations of our own space exploration and defense system, not those released in real time by the other side.

However, it seems there is no difference between the two so far, and it appears that the other party has not falsified anything.

The phone rang again: "Daniel, our missiles have been intercepted!"

With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap exploding in his head, Daniel's thoughts seemed to freeze for a moment.

"This is impossible! Our missile has passed the most dangerous boost phase and entered the mid-course phase! How could it be intercepted!"

During the boost phase, the infrared signature of an intercontinental ballistic missile is most prominent, and its speed is slowest. The vast majority of intercontinental ballistic missile interception technologies are concentrated in the boost phase.

No country currently possesses interception technology for mid-course and terminal phases, let alone has the capability to intercept them in actual combat.

Because in the mid-course phase of an intercontinental ballistic missile, the missile speed reaches several kilometers per second, which is too fast to intercept.

Not to mention the terminal phase—during which the missile is not only inside the atmosphere but also travels at even higher speeds, potentially reaching tens of kilometers per second, making interception even more impossible.

And... our missile was intercepted in mid-course?
"It's a laser satellite! They used a laser satellite to destroy a critical module of our missiles, causing them to malfunction!"

Now it's not only undetonable, it's become a lump of iron, going wherever it hits, completely out of our control!

Daniel's expression grew increasingly terrified.

He looked at the screen and saw that the enemy's intercontinental ballistic missile warhead had already flown thousands of kilometers and would reach the airspace above his city in a maximum of three minutes.

Our missiles have completely lost their threat to the enemy.

The opponent can hit me, but I can't hit them!
This means that even if the other side breaks its previous promise and sends a missile warhead to its city and detonates a nuclear bomb, it will be powerless and unable to retaliate in kind.

And it is clear that the city where he is located is the one with the highest strategic value along the entire missile path!
If the other side really wants to destroy a city, the probability of destroying the city where you are located is the highest.

"FUCK, FUCK!"

Daniel trembled all over, instinctively wanting to move into the nuclear bunker.

But he moved slightly, then slowly came to a stop.

Those old guys must have moved into the nuclear bunker first; I'm not high enough rank to get in...

All I can do is stay here obediently, like the tens of millions of ordinary people living in this city, and wait patiently for my fate to be decided.

He walked shakily to the window, pushed it open, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was a clear, deep blue, without a single cloud. A gentle breeze was blowing; it was neither too hot nor too cold—a perfect day.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky and began to pray silently.

A flash of light suddenly pierced Daniel's eyes, causing him to shudder for a moment.

Holy crap, a nuclear explosion?!

The next moment, the flash disappeared.

Daniel then realized that it might just be a reflection from a piece of glass on the ground or a nearby building.

It was a false alarm, but Daniel was almost paralyzed, his heart pounding uncontrollably, bringing him to the brink of emotional collapse.

He roared at the window, "FUCK! FUCK!..."

Looking at the radar image again, they saw that the missile was only 30 seconds away from their city.

Even though he knew he couldn't possibly see it at the speed of a missile, he still stared intently at the azure sky.

30, 29...2, 1...

At a distance of over a thousand kilometers, the missile silently streaked across the city without pausing for a moment.

gone?

He looked at the radar images and finally confirmed the news. The missile had really gone.

It really flew over my city.

At that moment, his body collapsed to the ground, his mouth only able to repeatedly utter that one word: "FUCK, FUCK..."

……

"Our missiles were intercepted! But our interception failed!"

The missile has already flown over Dun City and will be reaching Luo City in one minute! After that, it will be Tu City, Yu City…”

No one knows which city the missile will eventually land in.

In the city, people rushed in panic to underground parking garages, subway stations, and other similar places.

Air raid sirens, which hadn't sounded for decades, resounded throughout the city.

Some people did not go underground, but went to the rooftop instead.

If a nuclear bomb with a yield of over one million tons of TNT were to explode in a city, those located underground would indeed have a higher chance of survival.

But... is the damage from a nuclear bomb limited to the explosion and shockwave?

No, there is also the destruction of order and systems.

The city is gone, and so are the water, electricity, and food supplies. Can this city... still support so many people to survive?
impossible.

Even if they survive the first wave, more than 95% of them will die tragically afterward.

In that case... let's pray it doesn't land in our city.

Countless people gazed silently at the sky, offering silent prayers.

Despite the clear blue sky and fine weather, the atmosphere in the entire city was heavy and oppressive, as if a storm was about to break.

But this situation changed completely within just a few minutes.

In that instant, the people who had been praying with their eyes closed suddenly opened their arms wide, cheered and shouted, and embraced each other.

People who had been hiding underground rushed out like animals released from their cages, cheering wildly in the empty and chaotic streets. Countless people were so excited that tears streamed down their faces, and countless others knelt down to give thanks to the sky.

Because just before, that missile had flown over his city.

Without a trace of regret, without leaving a single mark, it simply flew away.

This scene repeated itself repeatedly in every city the missile's trajectory passed through, until it flew over the last city on the continent a dozen minutes later.

It flew towards the sea.

The Atlantic Ocean, in a certain area of ​​international waters.

The sun was high in the sky, the sky was azure, there was no wind or rain, and the sea was calm.

Several survey ships and warships were quietly anchored here, as if waiting for something.

The next moment, a giant wave more than 100 meters high suddenly rose on the calm sea, and the entire sea was shaking.

It wasn't until several seconds later that the loud explosion and the sound of waves reached people's ears.

Then everything calmed down.

Clearly, this intercontinental ballistic missile, which flew over more than 10,000 kilometers and passed over dozens of major cities, carried a warhead containing only conventional high explosives, not a nuclear weapon.

An announcement was broadcast live on television and presented to billions of viewers worldwide.

"The intercontinental ballistic missile launched by our country this time accurately hit a certain area in international waters, with an error of no more than ten meters. The test was a complete success..."

(End of this chapter)