The Battle Five Thousand Meters Above the Ground (Part One)

Boom!

A clap of thunder sounded in the sky, and then a torrential downpour began.

Rainwater absorbs radioactive elements from the atmosphere, forming a new type of neutron acid rain, also known as nucleic acid rain.

Large raindrops pelted the buildings, forming a thick curtain of rain. Occasionally, there were explosions, as mechanical thunderbirds in the sky were using weather weapons.

Miyamoto Sanzang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, silently watching this scene.

Today, the automobile city has become a de facto military no-fly zone.

No matter what type of aircraft it is, whether it's stealthy or heavily armored, as long as it dares to take to the skies, it will be met with an overwhelming storm of thunder and lightning.

The first part of "Operation Amputation" was a success, or rather, too successful.

Now it remains to be seen whether the second part of the plan can be successfully implemented.

The door opened, and a Licker appeared in the doorway. It had thick limbs, five rows of teeth, no eyes, ears, or nose, and its mouth was located below its head. Saliva dripped from between its teeth. On its shoulders and thighs, between the thick muscle fibers, fist-sized eyes darted around, finally fixing their gaze on Miyamoto Sanzo.

The gaunt, upright old man stood before the storm, his wide, old-fashioned linen robe fluttering in the wind, further emphasizing his emaciated appearance.

Rather than calling him an old assassin, he's more like an aged swordsman.

Miyamoto Sanzang seemed completely unaware of the Licker's arrival, still facing away from it, the intense wind and rain seemingly cutting off his keen senses.

The Licker stared at the other man silently for three seconds. Suddenly, his bright red muscles began to contract, his head shrank, and his facial features emerged from his face. In the end, he transformed into an old man of similar age to Miyamoto Sanzo, who walked to his side with his hands clasped behind his back.

"You've come," Miyamoto Sanzang's hoarse voice rang out.

"Here we are. In this awful weather, I wonder how many people besides us will make it on time. They might all have died on the way."

"That's what the worm said in a sarcastic tone."

Miyamoto Sanzang remained silent.

"I heard that General Demon Mountain's secret forces will also be deployed this time?"

"Two old men alone cannot deal with five B-level radiation beasts."

The wriggler twisted its neck and said disdainfully, "If that's the case, why did you need us to come here?"

Miyamoto Sanzang calmly watched the raindrops falling on the window.

Soon, the third person arrived, and at the same time, a flurry of footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The doctor's anxious voice could be faintly heard.

"Mr. Black, your metal compression injection hasn't been given yet."

"I'm not sick, I'm perfectly fine!"

The door was smashed to pieces, and from among the scattered wood chips, a mechanical hand the size of a winnowing basket grabbed the threshold, and the Black God ducked in.

Seeing the two, Black God grinned maliciously. "So it's you two old men. What, have all the young mechanical hunters in Motor City died out? Do we need to send the old guys to fill in?"

The two ignored him; there was no need to bother with a dying man.

"Hey old man, do you think I'm the strongest among the younger generation of mechanical hunters right now?"

The wriggler glanced at the other, a sinister smile creeping across its face, "You can talk to them after you've taken down that lone wolf."

"I'm definitely going to kill him," Black God said, plopping down on the floor, which shook the entire building. He pulled out a bottle of gasoline that smelled of alcohol and chugged it down.

The wriggler glanced at the other's neck, which was covered with needle marks and smelled of foul-smelling medicine.

Some drugs don't even taste like 'inhibitors', but rather 'stimulants'.

Does anyone want this idiot to die on the battlefield?

"There can't just be a few of us, can there?"

Heishin was a restless person, and soon he started talking again.

"Gentlemen, I am Colonel Cape, a special forces officer in charge of this special military operation."

A short, stocky man in military uniform suddenly appeared at the doorway. He paused as he stepped through the doorway before entering in his military boots.

Accompanying him were a full twenty soldiers, who moved without making a sound, and the lowest-ranking among them was a major.

These people included men and women, young and old. As soon as they appeared, the gravity in the air seemed to increase tenfold. Miyamoto Sanzang gently placed his hand on the ribs at his waist, while a three-centimeter-long sharp claw popped out of the writher's pocket.

Only the Black God remained oblivious, continuing to frantically pour gasoline down his throat.

"They're all experts!"

"An aura even stronger than that of top-tier mechanical hunters."

The worm and Miyamoto Sanzang exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a complex mix of emotions.

As hunters fighting on the front lines, they are extremely sensitive to mysterious and elusive things like momentum, aura, and killing intent.

Anyone here, if placed in the previous Oasis, would have been the undisputed number one fighter.

And now, there are actually twenty of these monsters who have reached the upper limit of desert combat power!

"Oh, everyone's here."

A lazy voice rang out.

The senior engineer lazily walked in, his left hand resting on something that looked like a scabbard, followed by two men in military uniforms.

The two entered without saying a word and automatically rejoined their group.

The senior engineer glanced behind the dilapidated gate and suddenly laughed, "Old man Miyamoto, why are you hiding your AI apprentice? Are you planning to assassinate us?"

The wriggler paused for a moment, while the Black God was completely bewildered.

Behind the door, a blurry figure slowly emerged, and by the time it reached Miyamoto's back, it had transformed into an ordinary-looking young man.

This is a more advanced method of concealment than the "special effects machine".

"Nanoclothing, or light refraction technology?" the senior engineer asked with great interest.

"Qi sensing, or advanced detection equipment?" Miyamoto Sanzang asked calmly.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously fell silent.

The Wriggle's expression was not good. He had seen everyone's expressions just now, and apart from himself, only Black God showed surprise.

Everyone sensed it, except for him and the Black God.

Doesn't that mean he's on the same level as that big, dumb guy?!

This was an unspeakable insult to the crawlers who always looked down on others.

Moreover, they all received notice and risked being bombed to come to the assembly point, except for Senior Engineer, who was picked up by someone.

Does this mean that the other person is far more important than oneself?

Silent Insult *2

"It seems we're still missing one," the senior engineer said, looking at Special Forces Colonel Kepp, who knew more than the others.

For example, the second part of the "Arm amputation Project" has five phases. Other hunters can only participate in the third phase, while he will take action in the second phase, and can even be said to be the core of the second phase.

Kapp pressed down on his tactical headset, and his expression quickly turned grim.

He didn't explain, but simply said, "Let's go!"

"Lone Wolf, fortunes change. You refused to be my teammate back then, but look at you now, you're still obediently supporting me!"

"Yes, yes, you're the best."

Miyamoto Sanzang walked to the end, and behind him, his two other disciples also emerged from the corner, their forms changing from invisible to visible as they moved.

He curled his lips slightly upwards, his gaze falling on the back of the senior engineer's head.

To everyone's surprise, the engineer didn't even turn his head, but instead raised his arm and extended three fingers.

Miyamoto Sanzang's face immediately darkened.

The sky was terribly gloomy, with almost no light except for the occasional flashes of thunder that illuminated the heavens and earth.

The senior engineer put on the high-tech pure white raincoat given to him by the legion. The raincoat's effect was similar to "desert skin." Once worn, it would block human body heat, electronic signals, and biological signals.

Raindrops pattered against the hood of the raincoat, and the senior engineer switched to night vision mode. He could immediately see the white shadow of a military aircraft flash by amidst the dark clouds and lightning.

Everyone here is an expert, even someone like Black God, a "corporate loan expert," wouldn't let the dark environment become an obstacle for him.

The wriggler stretched out its palm to catch the falling rain. From an angle unseen by outsiders, its skin gradually turned purple, starting from its wrist.

Purple is the aura color of Class C radiated beasts in the no-man's-land.

This indicates that the energy level of the beast tide has reached level C, and any soldier who cannot fight under the oppression of level C radiated beasts will be forced to withdraw from the battlefield.

This advanced biological perception is a unique ability of mine!

The worm withdrew its hand, pretending nothing had happened.

Behind him, the senior engineer's voice rang out.

"The beast tide has reached level C tonight, which is not a good sign. Will the operation plan be affected?"

Colonel Cape said expressionlessly, "Everything is arranged by above."

"Is the sudden increase in energy field used to cover up this special military operation? Or will the B-class radiation beasts become mentally dulled and careless in such a sudden increase in radiation field?"

Kep glanced at the senior engineer with some surprise, and the usually taciturn man couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Good eye. No wonder the general pays special attention to this talent."

The senior engineer shrugged, then suddenly noticed that the old man, who was wriggling, was looking at him with a look of grief and indignation.

Silent Insult *3

He said in surprise, "What? Really? You didn't know? It's so easy to tell."

For some reason, Miyamoto Sanzang's mood suddenly improved a lot.

Explosions echoed in the darkness, occasionally bursting into huge fireballs from the dark clouds.

Apart from the campaign commanders at headquarters, no one truly understood the full picture of this campaign.

The rain poured down, and after about ten minutes, a nuclear-powered helicopter landed from the sky.

The senior engineer and other special forces members boarded this plane.

"Hey, why can he go first!" Black God complained. "I want to take the plane too!"

"Because he's going to be involved in this phase of the military operation," Cape said calmly, glancing at him.

"I'm not having it! Why is he the only one who gets to participate? I want to participate too!"

"Unless you can fly, get the hell out of here!" the helicopter pilot said impatiently.

The senior engineer chuckled and poked his head out of the cockpit, adding:

"If you have the ability to shoot down a plane, you can participate too. I believe you can do it."

The hatch closed, and the nuclear-powered aircraft took off silently in the rainy night.

Sitting in his chair, the senior engineer's expression gradually became serious.

Of all the mechanical hunters, he was the only one who knew everything about this operation.

In the first phase, three formations of aircraft will launch a surprise attack on the Class B radioactive beasts, keeping them entangled in the skies above the Auto City.

In the second phase, the "Tiger-Hunting Colony Squadron" will cooperate with the senior engineer's radiation field to ensure that these five Class B radiated beasts are shot down, with the minimum objective being to restrict them to low altitudes below 1,500 meters.

In the third phase, the "Beast Hunter Squad" and "Elite Mechanical Hunters" intervened to temporarily trap them.

In the fourth phase, fifty large combat robots transferred from the front lines were deployed to carry out interception missions.

In the fifth phase, there are 96 war zones. Each war zone will deploy an elite squad, half of which will be used to block the beast horde reinforcements, and the other half will help the robot legion to encircle and kill them.

The overall objective is to eliminate these five Class B radioactive beasts and all their subordinate flying species, and regain air superiority in this battle.

It can be said that the reason for keeping the senior engineer, this "killer weapon," hidden for so long was for this battle.