They Didn't Know They Were Wrong-Only That They Were Going to Die
"Where did this guy even come from?!"
"Damn it, the Radar isn't responding!"
The pilots of the three fighter jets all showed expressions of shock.
Even though their aircraft were equipped with the most advanced Radar systems, they still couldn't detect the enemy planes.
Neither the military base's Radar, nor the satellites in the sky, nor even the three fighter jets that took off detected it. The only way to spot it was with the naked eye!
It was right in front of them, but the fire control Radar showed no response.
"Command center, unidentified flying object detected, our Radar cannot lock onto it!"
"Shit! Damn it, that guy's charging at us!"
Under the cover of darkness, the Vengeance-type Valkyrie was like a true aerial ghost, its superior mobility allowing it to disappear into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
"Lost target! Lost target! Repeat, lost target!"
Modern fighter jet guidance systems rely on multiple auxiliary systems, including fire control Radar and satellites.
But what if the Radar can't find the "target"?
The missiles naturally became "blind," unable to lock onto enemy aircraft, and at such high maneuverability, manual aiming was virtually impossible!
The powerful turbo-powered system gave the Valkyrie supersonic speed, approaching Mach 10, allowing her to pass over the three fighter jets almost in the blink of an eye.
The deafening sonic boom sounded like a dragon's roar from high above!
Then, to the horror of the three fighter pilots, the Vengeance-type Valkyrie performed an astonishing 180° turn in the sky with an almost impossible maneuver!
"Oh my god..."
No one knows better than them how much G-force a pilot has to withstand to complete such a flight maneuver.
This alone surpasses the physiological limits of human beings!
Unfortunately, they didn't know that the pilot of the "Valkyrie" was, strictly speaking, not human at all.
Would Servitor Skull be sensitive to "overload"?
Obviously, they wouldn't care.
Dogfight?
Driving skills?
It doesn't exist!
With a technological advantage of at least tens of thousands of years, the two are not even in the same league; it's a complete crushing defeat!
Compared to the technology of the 40K era, the United States, and indeed the entire world, is at best a primitive being who has just learned to make fire. But based on data analysis, their chances of winning... are infinitely close to zero!
The moment they saw the Valkyrie, their fate was already sealed.
The Heavy Bolter mounted on top of the Valkyrie Gunship locked onto the three fighter jets directly, and the Radar still did not issue any warnings, as if it were a ghost fighter jet hovering high in the sky!
The blinding flames, amidst the roar, illuminated the night sky!
On the Radar instruments at the military base, the signals indicating the sortie of three fighter jets suddenly dimmed.
"A1, A2, A3, what happened?!"
The commander's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
How could three fighter jets have vanished so suddenly, just minutes after leaving the hangar? What did they see?
Amidst the chaotic communications, the only thing they knew was that the three planes had suddenly encountered "enemy aircraft," suspected to be stealth fighters, and then nothing more.
From encountering the "enemy aircraft" to the loss of contact with the three planes, the entire process took only a dozen seconds.
The commander broke out in a cold sweat, staring at the radar that was still displaying normal Radar, and suddenly felt as if he had seen a ghost. "Can anyone tell me, what exactly did they see?"
Unfortunately, in the vast military command post, all the officers remained silent in shock.
Just then, the military base's command system was suddenly hacked.
The cold, mechanical voice, devoid of any emotion, clearly reached the ears of everyone in the military base:
"I regret to inform you that..."
"Because of your heretical actions, the entire military base has been locked onto by Hellfire Missile. You have one minute to repent before the great Emperor, the Master of Mankind, and the noble Rogue Trader, Lord Alvin. May the fires of Hell wash away your sins, and praise the Omnissiah!"
"Wait, wait a minute!"
The commander's pupils constricted, and he cried out in terror, "We can talk! What are your conditions?" At that moment, they finally felt fear.
It wasn't because they knew they were wrong, but because the military base's Radar indicated they had been locked onto by an unidentified flying object!
Yes, in order to make foolish heretics aware of their mistakes, the Servitor Skull specifically opened the fire control lock protocol.
Only then can the outdated Radar of the 3K Era, and the heretics who spoke disrespectfully to the great Master of Mankind, the Rogue Trader, understand what fear truly means!
You can't do that!
"We are United States. military force; you are tantamount to provoking a world war!"
"Hey? Did you hear me?!"
The commander's face was deathly pale, enveloped in deep fear.
Even at the moment they were locked on, they still didn't know who their opponent was.
We never negotiate with heretics.
A moment later, a cold and resolute voice delivered the final verdict.
The commander slumped into his chair, staring blankly outside, muttering to himself, "Umbrella... what kind of being have you provoked?"
Two Hellfire Missile, trailing clear, dazzling trajectories, plummeted down from the night sky in arcs.
Boom--!!!
The secret military base adjacent to the mountains of Raccoon City has been completely erased from the map.
The raging flames nearly ignited the entire mountain area, the intense heat engulfing the fire like a raging torrent illuminating half the night sky!
Such a huge commotion naturally alerted Umbrella.
Charles, the head of the operations department, stared dumbfounded at the military base, an uncontrollable chill suddenly shooting from his heels to the top of his head.
What's going on?!
Shouldn't Raccoon City have been bombed? How did it become a military base?
Ring ring!
The shrill ringing of the bell startled Charles awake.
He glanced at the incoming call, his pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead.
The call was answered hastily, and an aged voice, tinged with anger, came through. "Charles, you'd better give me a satisfactory explanation!"
"Mr. Spencer has had a slight mishap." Charles broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembling slightly. "I... I can handle it, please believe me!"
The caller was Oswell Edward Spencer, one of the founders of Umbrella.
Originally, Umbrella had three founders, but after a power struggle, Spencer squeezed the other two out of the core of power and took sole control of the company, becoming a powerful figure!
The disaster in Raccoon City, and even the entire Biohazard series that followed, can be said to be inextricably linked to this "troublemaker."
"No need, Charles." Spencer, though advanced in years, remained remarkably authoritative, and with a single sentence, sealed Charles's fate. "I know everything that happened in Raccoon City."
Charles paused for half a second, then suddenly looked up and saw a group of people burst into the operations department.
Spencer's chilling voice came through the phone. "The next phase of the Raccoon City operation will be handled by Albert Wesker. As for you... you're fired, Charles."
The leader of the group removed his sunglasses, revealing a wicked smile, "That's how it is, Mr. Charles."
Before Charles could resist, he drew his pistol and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A bullet was fired and lodged between Charles's eyebrows.
The boots crunched on the pool of blood. The man put his sunglasses back on, bent down, and picked up the satellite phone. "Mr. Spencer, this is Wesker. I've taken over Operations."
"Very good, cough cough."
Spencer coughed heavily a few times, and weakly instructed, "You must reach a cooperation agreement with 'Alvin,' understand?"
"Understood, Mr. Spencer."
After saying that, Wesker hung up the phone.
However, when he looked at Alvin, Ada, and Yani on the monitor, a subtle, intriguing smile appeared on his lips.
"Of course we should cooperate, but not with you, Mr. Spencer."
My cold got worse yesterday, so I went to bed early. There's still one more chapter to update after 1 AM, sorry~