As he stepped out of the Portal, a blast of cold air hit him.
Wu Heng casually turned on the Air Conditioner and raised the temperature.
He released the Three Wraiths. Xiaoxiao spun around in midair and said to Beni, "Sister, let's go take a look at the Zombies."
Beni nodded and flew out with her.
Wu Heng sat down in front of the monitors while Granda floated steadily beside him. "That missile really was terrifyingly powerful."
All along, Granda had believed that the greatest advantage of missiles was their Precision Strike capability.
After all, when the South Korea Base had used satellites to lock onto Wu Heng, everyone in the base had been extremely nervous.
Seeing the real result this time was still quite shocking.
A single missile had blasted the Divine Servant formed from the fusion of the Pope and the Religious Leader down to nothing but a fragment of its body, forcing it to fall into the sea and recover.
Its power was no less than the Divine Servant's ultimate move—the massive sword that reached into the heavens.
Most importantly, Treasure Island had several more of them. They could all be launched.
Just thinking about it was frightening.
Wu Heng smiled. "See? I told you modern weapons were powerful too."
Granda fell silent for a moment, her eyes flickering. "If they could be mass-produced like ordinary shells..."
"The threshold for missiles is higher." Wu Heng took a black coat from his Spatial Ring and draped it over himself. "But the information is still there. Production is only a matter of time."
Every country had preserved its records.
Wu Heng had the records from the South Korea Base.
"You could also trade with the other bases. The next time you encounter an enemy, launch the missiles first," Granda