Chapter 422 MIRV (Multiple Independently Targetable Reentry Vehicle) Strike Technology

Those bullets that flew out first cleared the thugs in the park near the high platform where the Decapitation Squad was located.

Blood splashed in the torrential rain.

These bullets completed precise posture adjustments in mid-air, and then they headed in all directions.

The targets were directed at other armed forces distributed in every corner of the entire Scam Park.

...

The perspective shifted across the wind and rain, cutting back to the Imperial Capital of the Eastern Country.

At this time, within the country.

In the logistics hall under the jurisdiction of the General Armament Department, the vents overhead were continuously delivering cold air.

The air conditioning blew cool wind, keeping the temperature of the entire hall at a relatively low level.

However, the staff officers did not feel the slightest bit of coolness; many even had sweat seeping through their backs.

Everyone was staring at the large electronic screen in the front.

What was displayed on the screen was a thermal imaging dynamic map transmitted back via satellite.

Originally, it was densely packed with bright red spots representing armed personnel, surrounding the blue dots representing the special forces members.

But now.

Under everyone's gaze.

The clusters of red dots representing the armed personnel dimmed like candles in the wind.

There were no flashes of explosions, no back-and-forth of engagement.

It was simply a mass extinguishing, row after row.

A patrol team near the west wall—five red dots disappeared without a trace in less than a second.

The sniper's heat source on the eastern watchtower also went dark along with them.

Inside the entire logistics hall, it was so quiet that only the hum of the large servers operating could be heard.

Then, in the logistics hall, there were also technical personnel who understood the science.

A Senior Equipment Engineer wearing thick glasses was standing at the side of the main console.

His eyes were wide as he stared at the screen, his pupils slightly contracting as they followed those tiny trajectories that moved rapidly and continuously erased the red dots.

After seeing the movement logic of those trajectories clearly.

This technician swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, and then he began to explain.

"This? This... this split warhead technology?"

The technician's voice trembled, breaking the silence in the hall.

He could see that this was not some ordinary bullet ejection at all.

"It's actually MIRV (Multiple Independently Targetable Reentry Vehicle) strike technology."

Hearing this professional military term.

The Old General sitting in the command chair was also in disbelief.

He suddenly straightened his body and looked at the technician with a gaze as sharp as a torch.

As the head of the General Armament Department, he had naturally heard of this technology.

One should know that previously, their official side had obtained the twin-tailed scorpion drone from Factory Director Li.

The delivery bay of that drone used that MIRV Strike Technology.

They hadn't even fully mastered that technology yet.

After all, having a mother carrier release multiple sub-carriers in mid-air, each finding a different target for a precision strike, involved algorithms and mechanical structures that were complex to the extreme.

"But here it has already been miniaturized and used directly on bullets?"

The technician's lips trembled.

The technician continued to explain.

"Chief, look at the flight trajectories of these miniature projectiles."

"After they detach from the mother bullet, not only do they not lose balance, but they can also autonomously assign targets and perform powered cruising."

"This kind of craftsmanship, miniaturizing massive missile technology down to millimeter-sized projectiles, represents a total crushing in material science and aerodynamics."

The technician's fingers gestured in mid-air.

...

The people in the hall listened to this analysis, and their breathing became rapid.

But it was far from over.

After finishing the introduction of this MIRV Strike Technology.

This technician continued to gasp, feeling the cold air in the room pouring straight into his throat.

He calmed his excited emotions and began to describe other impressive aspects.

"Chief, it's not over yet."

The technician pointed to the data on the edge of the holographic projection screen synchronized from the tactical recorder ahead.

"The other technologies contained within this include: scanning technology, holographic projection technology, and technology capable of identifying friend or foe."

He took a deep breath of cold air and broke down the terrifying barriers behind these technologies one by one.

"First is the scanning technology."

"During flight, the bullet is in a high-speed spin state; to maintain gyroscopic stability, its rotation speed is as high as tens of thousands of revolutions per minute."

"Under such a spin speed, its internal scanning module can actually obtain clear images of the external environment."

"This means its image sensor refresh rate and anti-shake compensation algorithms are a whole era ahead of us."

"Next is the holographic projection technology."

"The slightly blue 3D image seen by the team members ahead is generated by the bullet transmitting back massive amounts of three-dimensional data in real-time during its flight."

Speaking to this point, fine beads of sweat had already seeped out on the technician's forehead.

"Finally, it's the technology that can identify friend or foe."

"In high-speed flight, these bullets can precisely avoid hostages and specifically pick out militants for harvesting."

"This shows that they completed skeletal modeling, facial feature comparison, and logic calculations of threat levels within milliseconds."

The technician propped his hands on the console, feeling his scientific faith collapsing.

"To be able to fit these three things into a tiny bullet is simply beyond the limits of modern theoretical physics."

The faint humming of various equipment operating echoed in the hall.

Hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.