Chapter 1360 - 442: Let Me Show You What a Dimensional Downstrike Means

Chapter 1360: Chapter 442: Let Me Show You What a Dimensional Downstrike Means

Before reaching Cuba, European military advisors, frontline officers, and accompanying journalists have emphasized time and again the danger and uncontrollability of the Horizon Mercenaries, as well as numerous soldiers’ post-war reports.

However, some things you just have to experience yourself; it’s hard to truly feel the bone-deep fear of confronting non-human creatures merely through videos and battle reports.

The players are not just unafraid of pain and death.

Their fundamental logic of action is essentially different from that of normal people.

This is not an opponent you can handle merely by being cautious.

"Taken care of."

Brother Ni pulled the axe from the corpse’s forehead, casually wiped the white machine oil from it, and looked at the loaded rocket-propelled grenade with some relief.

"That guy almost launched the missile, but in the end, I was the more skillful one."

This squad was only 3.7 kilometers from the boarding area, already within the range of the micro rocket launcher.

If Brother Ni and his team hadn’t caught up in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

One can only say that when it comes to capturing infiltrators, you have to rely on stealth players.

"Thank heavens..."

Wildman punched the air fiercely; his heart almost leaped out of his throat earlier.

If the virus’s raw liquid was launched, even a tiny drop reaching Florida with the ship could have dire consequences.

By that time, countless lives would be held by the European Community, and with the mere flick of a finger, Horizon Corporation could be utterly disgraced, forcing New America to withdraw from the battlefield.

Wildman quickly reported this matter to the command headquarters.

"Five squads have been captured so far. According to Clint’s reports, that should account for all of them."

While the others couldn’t help but celebrate lightly, only Family Joy remained calm, saying,

"Don’t celebrate too soon. We still cannot be certain of the exact number of enemy special forces; there could be more lurking nearby. Continue air-ground patrols and enhance radar searches, leaving no opportunity wasted."

"Moreover, it’s impractical to guard against thieves every day. Even if there are no special forces, we can’t guarantee the Europeans won’t resort to directly launching the virus with missiles. We must find a permanent solution as soon as possible."

The European Community fears using missiles to launch this thing, worried that a virus missile intercepted in mid-air, or even during launch, could lead to atmospheric viral circulation, which might backfire on them.

After Family Joy finalized the decision, he said,

"Collect all the virus raw liquid and transport it back to the biological laboratory as soon as possible. Let’s see if Lady Hathaway can help devise some countermeasures, like neutralizing vaccines or cure protocols."

Players are unable to handle these issues, and even though there are many high achievers or professionals in biochemistry who enter the game, their theoretical biochemical level is still far too low in the cyber world. They have good foundations but need to rely on skill level advancements.

"Correct."

The Commander-in-Chief nodded repeatedly in agreement, saying,

"In those game plots, it’s always written this way, like Lucius from Batman having a special Doraemon; he can come up with anything, just like Sea Superman..."

The Commander-in-Chief suddenly realized he misspoke,

"Uh, no... that sort of work is usually done by Poison Ivy, but I guess it’s all the same."

"Alright."

Family Joy hadn’t really heard these names before, only finding them somewhat familiar,

"Now’s not the time to talk about these. Our opponents surely know about the ground forces’ mission failure, and their next round of attacks is surely prepared."

"Exactly."

Wildman added in the channel,

"There’s one last group from our forces; they are about to board the ship. Once the transport ship takes flight, we’ll be at our most vulnerable, and they will certainly strike."

The transport ship is not an armed vessel, lacking both a high-powered engine for anti-gravity and force field defense technology. Once airborne, it’s a sitting duck, often targeted by sky pirates, even Hansen could take it down for his own energy use.

Family Joy thought silently,

This is the time to test our skills.

Testing a hundred times is ultimately not as instructive as a single actual battle, as many flaws only become apparent in real combat, and then they can be improved.

But real combat opportunities are rare, so this game has become the perfect weapon testing field.

Perhaps even the heavens are on the players’ side, maybe it’s destiny.

Cuba’s rainy season came earlier than usual; it’s only mid-April, and the sky is already overcast with dark clouds, with flashes of lightning flickering in the darkness. The gloomy sea surface surges with waves, and fierce winds howl, with violent waves crashing onto the shore, greedily leaving their erosive marks upon the land.

The transport ship’s anti-gravity engine started, and under a force of invisible might, the tens-of-thousands-of-tons transport ship broke free like a helium balloon, departing from the ground and taking flight.

If scientists in reality witnessed this complete violation of classical physics, it would drive them mad, yet in the game, no one cares.

The dark sky suddenly brightened, a pale light illuminating the entire world,

Boom—

Uncertain if it was thunder or the roar of propulsion engines, the noise was deafening.

Three transport ships, carrying thousands of reserves, successively took off, accelerating into the sky,

In such harsh thunderstorm weather, takeoff is a major military taboo, even for ships equipped with lightning rods and discharge brushes—no sane person would intentionally enter a thunderstorm zone.

Except for the Russians.

But now, perhaps another group has joined them.