Professor Gao subconsciously touched the back of his neck and found a small bump where FBA had installed it for him before.
It was said to be a locator, but I didn't expect it to be a miniature bomb.
He nodded, his voice choked with sobs. "Okay..." Tears finally burst into his eyes.
Tianyi reached out and took out a scroll from his arms, unfolded it and spread it on the ground, Hand Seals with both hands.
"Solution!" Bang - white smoke exploded, and a small operating table appeared out of thin air in the small room.
On the operating table were microsurgical instruments, sterile gauze, several syringes, and a small vital signs monitor.
"Professor Gao, I'm offended." Tianyi raised his hand and cut the side of Professor Gao's neck with his palm.
The old man's body went limp and he fainted. Tianyi carried him to the operating table, fixed his limbs, and connected the monitor.
He took a step back and raised his hands Hand Seals.
"Shadow Clone Technique!" Bang - white smoke exploded, and a Shadow Clone appeared next to him.
The two looked at each other, Shadow Clone nodded, turned and walked out of the room.
In the corridor, gravel was still falling and smoke was filling the air. Shadow Clone walked through the collapsed passage, through the ruins, through the buried remains of soldiers, and went straight to the perimeter of the base for security.
Pentagon, third underground floor, Joint Command Center.
"Mr. President!" came the secretary's voice.
"Deep Well Base--attacked by a person with super powers!"
The president stood up suddenly, his chair slid back and hit the wall, his face was livid, and his veins popped out:
"That waste! He leaked information in such a short time! Activate the nuclear bomb in the base immediately! Detonate it! Now!"
The assistant spoke again, "General... Mr. President, the nuclear bomb inside the base has been destroyed by the other party."
There was deathly silence in the conference room. The president slammed his fist on the table and turned to look at the general at the table.
"John, I will give you the highest authority to kill him."
The president's voice was cold, like the cold wind blowing from hell.
The general stood at attention and saluted, turned around and strode out of the conference room. The door of the combat command room was slammed shut behind him.
"Put me through the Ballistic Missile Center of the Air Defense Command." The general's voice was low and urgent. He walked towards the command platform and tightened the collar of his uniform.
The communications soldier's fingers jumped rapidly on the panel, and a few seconds later, a middle-aged general also wearing military uniform appeared on the big screen.
"This is North American Aerospace Defense Command, the encrypted channel has been established, please give instructions."
The general put his hands on the edge of the podium, leaned forward, and spoke very fast:
"Start Broken Arrow Protocol, target: Deep Well Base, precise coordinates: 38 degrees north latitude, 79 degrees west longitude.
The first wave: twelve BGM-109 Tomahawk Block V cruise missiles, low-altitude penetration route, covering all entrances and exits and air defense positions outside the base, launching unit: Norfolk Naval Base destroyer squadron. Execute immediately."
"Received, twelve battle axes, launch window is two minutes."
The general then turned to look at the president.
The president's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not speak, but nodded slowly.
Then, the president turned to look at the staff beside him, his voice was low but with a sense of determination:
"Start final procedure."
The staff member's body stiffened slightly. He certainly knew what the final procedure meant - it was the last authorization for a nuclear strike, and it was the highest authority operation that required the president to personally verify and press the button.
Once this program is started, there is no turning back. The staff member took a deep breath and nodded to an agent next to him.
The agent stepped forward, holding a black metal box in his hand.
The box is not big, about 40 centimeters long and wide. The outer casing is made of titanium alloy. There is no mark on the surface, only a fingerprint scanning panel on the top and an iris recognition hole about two centimeters in diameter on the side.
The four corners of the box are wrapped with shock-proof material, and a disposable anti-counterfeiting seal is attached to the handle.
Another agent entered the first level password, turned the key with both hands, and the seal broke.
With a click, the lid popped open.
Inside is an embedded military computer with a dark screen and only a few indicator lights flickering.
There are metal contacts on the left and right sides of the computer for connecting external authentication devices.
The president stepped forward and pressed the palm of his right hand against the scanning panel. A red laser quickly swept across the bottom of the panel to read the palm prints and the distribution of veins and blood vessels under the skin.
A line of green text appeared on the screen. "Palmprint recognition passed, vein distribution matching passed"
The president lowered his head slightly and aimed his right eye at the circular iris recognition hole.
A thinner red light shot out, scanning the fine lines of the iris.
The iris is extremely complex, and each eye is a unique biological key.
The words on the screen changed to. "Iris recognition passed.
Identity confirmation: President Bald Eagle United States, nuclear strike authorization authority - the highest."
The main interface of the computer starts, and a sixteen-square numeric keyboard appears on the screen, as well as a line of prompts:
"Please enter the dynamic password."
A soldier stepped forward and took out a plastic card from the sealed tamper-evident bag.
The seal of the card is intact and today's date is printed on it.
He opened the card, and inside was a line of sixteen digits - a dynamic password, which was changed every twenty-four hours, became invalid upon expiration, and was bound to the president's biometrics.
The soldier handed the card to the president with both hands.
The president took the card, his eyes stayed on the string of numbers for half a second, and then he entered the numbers one by one.
Each time a number is pressed, the computer beeps slightly and an asterisk appears on the screen.
After entering sixteen numbers, the words on the screen turn red:
"Nuclear strike authorization confirmation, this operation is irrevocable, please enter the final authorization password."
The president's fingers hovered above the keyboard. The final authorization password was an eight-digit number that only he and Chief Defense Ministry knew. It was not on any paper document or in any electronic device. It only existed in the memories of two people.
There was deathly silence in the conference room. Everyone held their breath and stared at the president's finger or the nuclear bomb icon on the big screen that was flying towards the target.
No one spoke, no one coughed, and even the indicator lights on the keyboard seemed to be frozen.
The president took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then entered the last eight digits.
Every time a number is pressed, the air pressure in the conference room decreases by one point.
The moment the eighth number fell, a new picture appeared on the screen--
There was a red round button. The president's finger moved over the red button and pressed it.
"Beep--" a long beep.
The general continued without pausing:
"The second wave: a W76-2 tactical nuclear warhead, with a yield of 15,000 tons, in ground explosion mode.
Launching unit: North Dakota Minot Air Force Base 91st Missile Wing, the warhead re-entered and exploded 100 meters above the target."
The general on the other side of the screen frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure:
"91st Missile Wing has received the command, the missile silo is in final preparation, authorization code!"
Each character of "W-J-Z-S9527" is written with great emphasis to ensure there is no ambiguity.
"The code verification has been passed, and the W76-2 tactical nuclear warhead has entered the launch countdown." The officer on the screen stood at attention and saluted, "God bless Bald Eagle"
The general turned off the communication and turned to look at the countdown on the big screen - there was one minute left in the nuclear bomb launch window.
He dialed another channel again, this time it was the destroyer squadron commander Norfolk Naval Base.
"Tomahawk cruise missile launch immediately! The first wave must be ahead of the nuclear bomb's arrival to clear the way for the nuclear bomb."
"Roger, the missile has been ignited."