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The coordinates in the upper right corner of the HUD interface are fluctuating.

117.4°E, 23.8°N. Edge of the Daxia East China Sea Air Defense Identification Zone.

Distance to target: 8300 kilometers.

Estimated remaining flight time: 3 hours and 42 minutes.

Below me lay the pitch-black western Pacific Ocean, where the occasional cargo ship lights, seen from 30,000 meters above, appeared as faint as the glow on a firefly's tail. The armor's outer shell was enveloped in a pale blue glow, and plasma generated by the air being torn apart at supersonic speeds flowed along the metal surface like a thin film of fire.

"Ling'er, report on the various parameters of the battle armor."

"Energy core output is stable, current cruising speed is Mach 2.2, and surface temperature is below the warning line. Weapon systems are fully operational and ammunition is fully loaded." Ling'er paused, "The weather conditions at the destination are good, with a ground wind speed of 3.7 meters per second and excellent visibility."

What is the latest status of the trapped personnel?

"The last location signal was sent forty-seven minutes ago, and the signal source was concentrated inside the main factory building. According to thermal imaging satellite data, the personnel are in normal condition, but the density of their grouping is high, indicating that they are likely taking cover from artillery fire."

Li Yichen glanced at the blurry screenshots of SOS messages in the floating window.

One of them was typed in English pinyin, the letters were so messy that they didn't form a sentence, but the last three letters were clearly visible: SOS.

He didn't speak.

At an altitude of 30,000 meters.

It was more than 50 degrees below zero.

Those people down there have been without water for over twenty hours.

He increased the cruising speed from Mach 2.2 to Mach 3.

"Ling'er, recalculate the arrival time."

"Two hours and fifty-one minutes."

enough.

Two hours and fifty minutes later.

2:28 a.m. local time.

Li Yichen hovered above a mountain hollow three kilometers northeast of the target area, at an altitude of two thousand meters. The active stealth system was operating at full power, and the radar cross-section was compressed to the size of a sparrow.

Below lay a dry, open field, with sparse bushes appearing white in the night. In the distance, scattered lights shone—that was the factory area.

"Ling'er, activate multi-spectral holographic scanning. I need to see the location of everyone."

The HUD changed instantly.

The entire image is covered by a 3D heat map. The green markers represent the main factory buildings, which are densely packed with green dots.

The statistics popped up: 113 people.

Li Yichen frowned.

One hundred and thirty-seven minus one hundred and thirteen equals a difference of twenty-four.

"Ling'er, where are the missing people?"

"Twenty-four weak heat sources were detected in the underground warehouse on the west side of the factory. The vital signs were low, and the patient was suspected of being severely dehydrated."

still alive.

Red markings covered the perimeter of the factory, forming a ring-shaped blockade, like ants surrounding a sugar jar.

Statistics: Approximately 370 people.

Two huge orange dots stood out conspicuously. T-72 tanks. One to the east, one to the west, they were positioned in the only open passageway on either side of the factory building.

In the few seconds he was observing, the gun barrel of the tank on the east side moved slightly.

boom.

A shell struck the ground three meters from the outer wall of the factory, kicking up a column of dust.

Intimidation shooting.

They didn't dare actually blow up the factory. The hostages inside were their bargaining chips.

Li Yichen stared at the two orange dots and tapped the outer thigh armor plate twice with his index finger.

"Ling'er, calculate the optimal assault route. Priority targets: tanks on both flanks. I need to disable all their heavy firepower within ten seconds."

"Route planning complete. It is recommended to dive in from the northeast at a 45-degree angle, destroy the tank on the east side first, and then use inertia to move laterally to the west side. A double kill can be achieved within six seconds."

"Let's do it this way."

Li Yichen took a deep breath of the dry, cold, circulating air of the night.

The armor's engine switched from cruise mode to maximum thrust.

The white and blue flames from the vector nozzles on its back exploded in the darkness, burning a hole in the clouds behind it.

The armored vehicle plunged into the ground at a 70-degree angle.

The speedometer reading went crazy.

Mach 1. 1.5. Mach 2.

A height of two thousand meters was swallowed up in three seconds.

The sentries on the ground didn't have time to look up.

Radar warning? They don't even have radar.

The tank on the east side appears in the center of the HUD. The crosshair is locked. The shoulder armor ejection hatch pops open.

Two white projectiles, each about the thickness of a thumb, shot out, trailing plumes of smoke.

The first one burrowed into the gap where the turret was spinning.

The second exhaust grille is embedded in the side of the car body.

Psychotic explosion.

Fifty tons of steel were torn apart from the inside, the turret was blown off its hull, tumbled twice, and crashed thirty meters away. A fireball shot into the sky, illuminating half the open field.

three seconds.

Li Yichen made a right-angle turn in mid-air, defying the laws of physics. The thrust vectoring nozzles were fully deflected, and the overload instantly surged to twelve Gs. His genetically optimized body withstood the attack.

The tank crew on the west side had just climbed out of their sleeping bags. The gunner was still touching his hat.

The high-temperature cutting laser for the wrist is activated.

A red line, almost invisible to the naked eye, swept across the tank tracks and gun barrel.

The metal was cut in a fraction of a second.

The tracks collapsed, and the gun barrel broke in the middle, drooping down and glowing red.

Fifty tons of scrap iron.

Six seconds.

Li Yichen pulled his legs together, adjusted his posture, and slammed them heavily onto the concrete open space in front of the factory's main gate.

drop

The shockwave spread outwards from him. A layer of sand within a 15-meter radius was ripped up, and seven or eight armed men who couldn't escape were thrown away by the blast.

He stood up straight.

Miniature rocket pods popped out from both sides of the shoulder armor.

Eight shots to the left. Eight shots to the right.

Sixteen plumes of white smoke trailed towards the temporary fortifications and machine gun positions on both sides.

The series of explosions shattered the sandbag bunker into pieces. The machine gunner was blown into the air before he could even touch the trigger.

ten seconds.

All heavy firepower was extinguished.

The rest are infantry.

Li Yichen raised his right palm.

Blue and white light gathered from the depths of the palm.

The first pulse shot out, piercing the hood of a modified pickup truck, causing it to explode instantly. A figure could be seen running through the flames.

The second one. The third one. The fourth one.

The palm pulse cannons unleashed two shots per second. Each beam precisely struck a firing point, a vehicle, or a group of people gathering.

Ling'er centrally manages fire control from the back end, locking, allocating, and guiding it with astonishing efficiency.

Someone attempted to retaliate with an RPG.

The rocket had barely left the nozzle when Li Yichen dodged it to the side. The exhaust grazed past his shoulder and struck a sand dune fifty meters behind him.

He turned around.

Gather power in the right palm.

A single heavy pulse blast shredded the RPG shooter and the ammo box behind him into pieces.

Two minutes.

The gunfire grew fainter and fainter.

Someone started running.

He dropped his gun and ran into the depths of the wilderness.

Li Yichen didn't chase them. He ignored those who ran away. He took down all those who didn't run.

Two minutes and fifty seconds.

The last gunshot faded into the night wind.

Outside the factory area, all 370 red dots were extinguished.

The threat level on the HUD has changed from red to green.

silence.

Only the distant tank wreckage was still burning, the flames turning the horizon a dark orange.

Li Yichen stood in front of the factory gate. The metal door was tightly closed and welded shut from the inside with steel bars.

He stretched out his right hand and gripped the edge of the door panel with his five fingers.

One pull.

The entire steel door was torn off the frame, along with fragments of hinges and welds, and thrown aside.

The dull thud of metal hitting the concrete floor echoed deep into the factory.

Light poured in.

It wasn't sunlight. It was the flickering flames on the distant tank wreckage and pickup truck ruins, combined with the cold white light cast by the indicator lights on the armor's chest.

More than a hundred pairs of eyes looked over from the darkness.

Some people huddled in the corner, some lay on the ground holding their children, and some covered their mouths, afraid to breathe.

Everyone stared at the backlit metal silhouette at the entrance.

silence.

A full five seconds of silence.

Li Yichen didn't lift his mask. He couldn't reveal his identity. He scanned the crowd, confirming that no one was injured or bleeding, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

The armor's loudspeaker is activated.

Fellow countrymen.

Those inside stared at the steel monster before them, and one asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important. You only need to know one thing—I'm here to take you home."

Silence again.

Then, at the very front of the crowd, an elderly man with gray hair stood up shakily. His lips trembled several times before he managed to squeeze out a single sentence.

"You...were sent by the government?"

Li Yichen looked at him.

"That's classified." He paused for a moment, "but you're safe now."

The old man's knees buckled, and he slumped downwards. Two young men nearby quickly caught him.

Then the crying started.

It wasn't wailing. It was the kind of suppressed, intermittent sobbing that finally burst forth after being held back for too long. It spread from one person to two, and from two to the entire crowd.

A young girl was squatting on the ground, covering her face, her shoulders trembling. Her companion was holding her and was also shaking.

A mother holding her child buried her face in the back of the child's head. The child was woken up and groggily reached out to touch the water on the mother's face.

Li Yichen didn't give them much time to vent their emotions.

"Listen to me. It's cleared out outside, but we must move out as soon as possible. We can't stay here any longer." His megaphone broadcast every word to every corner of the factory. "Does anyone know how to drive? I've seized their trucks. We need volunteers."

A dozen or so hands were raised one after another. Trembling, hesitant, but still raised.

"Okay. Those who can drive, follow me. The rest of you, stay where you are. We'll evacuate together in two minutes."

He turned and walked out of the factory, behind him he heard footsteps and hushed conversation.

The air outside was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burnt rubber. Several captured military trucks were parked on the east side of the factory area; the vehicles were in decent condition, and their fuel tanks were full.

Li Yichen pointed to the three nearest vehicles. "These three can run. Ling'er, send the navigation route to my wristband and sync it to the volunteer drivers' phones."

"Sent. The nearest safe point is the southern port city of Zubala, 140 kilometers away. The Great Xia Navy frigate 'Linyi' is waiting outside the port to provide support."

140 kilometers. A two-hour drive.

enough.

He was preparing to go back and organize the people to get on the bus when Ling'er's prompt suddenly came in.

"Brother, something's up."

"explain."

"A medium-sized drone was detected withdrawing five kilometers to the north, flying at an altitude of 1,200 meters, heading 37 degrees north of west." Ling'er's speech quickened slightly. "It hovered over the war zone the entire time, recording at least four minutes of high-definition video. Signal tracing—"

She paused for half a second.

"The US military observation post in Casale."

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

Five kilometers away. Inside a gray building disguised as a communications base station.

Major Clyde Morton, the analyst on duty, stared intently at the 32-inch screen in front of him, his pupils dilated to their maximum.

A single frame is frozen on the screen.

Smoke and dust. Flames. A metallic humanoid silhouette floated in the air, its palms shooting out blue-white beams of light that precisely sliced ​​through the barrel of a T-72's cannon.

He grabbed the red secure telephone on the table, his knuckles stiffening from the force.

The dial tone went off twice.

"Reporting to headquarters. A major incident has occurred in the target area. An unidentified armed entity has single-handedly destroyed the entire rebel force."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Repeat it."

Morton swallowed hard, staring at the frozen metallic figure on the screen.

"One person. One suit of... armor. Three minutes. Annihilation."

He pressed the transmit button, and the high-definition video began to be uploaded to the command post of the American aircraft carrier fleet on the sea.