Tianyi released his control over the prime minister, letting the man's unresponsive body slump into the wreckage of the car as he slowly rose into the air.
In the distance, the thrum of several attack helicopters rapidly approached.
The AH-64 Apache attack helicopters carried rocket pods and Hellfire anti-tank missiles on either side, their nose-mounted 30 mm M230 chain guns already positioned to fire.
Their rotors churned through London's gray-white fog as they swept sideways along the River Thames, locking onto the figure who had just left the ground.
The chain guns fired first-rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-30 mm armor-piercing incendiary rounds tore through the air in a stream of fire, their dazzling tracer trails streaking toward Tianyi.
Yet every round stopped, fell, hung suspended, or veered aside once it came within a few meters of his body, as though repelled by an invisible magnetic shield.
Tianyi ignored the helicopters and merely crooked the fingertips of his right hand upward.
The twisted remains of an iron fence suddenly tore free of the ground. Several bent iron bars shot up from below, hurtling into the sky faster than sound.
The iron bars pierced the first helicopter's engine compartment-boom-hot gases collided with metal fragments, and the turbine disintegrated in an instant.
The bars continued upward, punching through the rotor blades and the cockpit of a second helicopter.
The cockpit glass shattered. Out of control, the helicopter began tumbling dozens of meters above the ground. Its tail snapped off, and its fuselage slammed onto the roof of a nearby building with a deep, thunderous crash.
Bang!
A supersonic boom exploded over central London.
Tianyi became a white streak, piercing the fog, the clouds, and the gray-blue sky above London as he flew straight toward the British Museum.
His gaze locked onto the building-the British Museum.
The magnificent