173: Chapter 173 Live Stream Resumes, Let the World See My Strength

Chen Yuan bent down.

He picked up the selfie stick with the shattered screen from the lawn covered in shell casings and blood.

The indicator light on the top of the phone was still stubbornly flashing a faint red light.

The cold touch of the metal spread along his fingertips.

Chen Yuan looked at the darkened screen, and the bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth grew more intense.

"Red Queen."

Chen Yuan's voice was low but filled with a frenzied madness.

"Tear down The Pentagon's electronic jamming network for me."

"I want the signal from this phone to be directly connected to the main servers of all mainstream streaming platforms globally."

"YouTube, Twitter, TikTok, as well as domestic Weibo and Douyin, force them all under my control!"

"I want netizens all over the world to take a good look."

"Take a look at this live-fire briefing performance I have carefully prepared."

"Command confirmed."

The cold, mechanical voice of Red Queen sounded in the earpiece, devoid of any warmth.

"Forcing a breakthrough of the US military's space-based jamming network."

"Underlying logic overwritten, quantum encrypted channel established."

"Boss, the global synchronized broadcasting system is online."

At this moment, the global internet was in a state of suffocating panic.

It had been ten full minutes since Chen Nuo's livestream was cut off.

Countless netizens were desperately and frantically refreshing the page while facing the dark screen.

Various conspiracy theories and panic were spreading wildly across major social media platforms like a plague.

"It's over, it's over! It must have been targeted blocking by the US military! The Streamer must be dead!"

"With military secrets of this level exposed, The Pentagon will definitely silence them and destroy the evidence!"

"No matter how awesome Chen Yuan is, he's just one person. How could he possibly withstand the carpet bombing of a regular army!"

Just when everyone was despairing and mourning for the Chen Nuo siblings.

All network devices running globally suddenly lagged for a second at the same time.

Immediately after.

Whether it was Twitch, which was playing game livestreams, or the short video platforms in China that were crazy about live-selling.

Even the huge Nasdaq electronic billboard in New York Times Square.

Were all forcibly switched to the same screen at the same time!

No warning.

No buffering.

The bloody battlefield of Elysium Manor, which resembled a living hell, instantly and violently smashed into the retinas of billions of people around the world!

"Holy crap! It's on! The livestream is back!"

"Oh my god! I was just watching dancing, why did it suddenly switch to this!"

"Where the hell is this? Isn't this the manor from before! How did it turn into a slaughterhouse!"

After a brief pause, the bullet comments experienced an unprecedented super nuclear explosion.

Because the scene on the screen was simply too visually impactful.

The camera was an extremely stable overhead shot.

Chen Yuan was standing on a high bunker platform covered in rubble, wearing that deep black tactical trench coat.

The night wind blew the hem of his trench coat, making it snap loudly.

And behind him.

Was a doomsday scene that would make military experts around the world collectively suffer cardiac arrest.

Those Tyrant No. 1s that were originally wearing custom suits and trying to disguise themselves as security guards.

Had now completely torn off that ridiculous disguise.

On their two-meter-two-tall cyan-grey bodies, knotted dark red muscle fibers were writhing crazily.

Facing those well-equipped "Shadow" special forces that claimed to be the best in the world.

The Tyrants didn't need to use any thermal weapons at all.

They were like heavy bulldozers charging into a flock of sheep.

A heavily armed special forces soldier was firing wildly with a light machine gun loaded with depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds.

Bullets hit the Tyrant's chest, splashing dazzling sparks.

But that monster didn't even frown.

It strode forward and grabbed the special forces soldier's head with one hand.

Effortlessly, like squeezing a ripe tomato until it burst.

"Splat!"

Blood mixed with brain matter instantly exploded into an eerie red flower in front of the camera.

The headless corpse fell softly onto the lawn.

"Oh God! This is a one-sided massacre!"

"What kind of monster is that! Armor-piercing rounds can't even break its skin!"

"Look at the sky! That skinless monster is flying!"

The tens of millions of viewers in the livestream watched helplessly as several Lickers lurking in the shadows descended from the sky.

Their scarlet tongues were like the scythes of the Grim Reaper.

Instantly piercing through the chests of two mercenaries who were trying to aim with an RPG.

The monsters dragged them into mid-air and bit them frantically.

Blood spilled onto the manor's expensive lawn like rain.

Firelight.

Severed limbs.

The low roars of monsters and the desperate, shrill screams of humans intertwined.

This was by no means an evenly matched battle.

This was an ultimate display of force issued by Chen Yuan to the whole world with flesh and steel!

It was a death warrant he was reading to all the enemies hiding in the shadows.

Washington, inside the underground command center.

General Ross looked at the bloody and brutal massacre on the big screen.

He collapsed into his chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

His special forces, which he was so proud of, hadn't even lasted three minutes in front of those biochemical monsters!

He knew.

This last fig leaf of the American military had been completely torn to shreds by this arrogant Eastern man.

At this moment, world leaders all felt a chill simultaneously.

Because they realized that the old order had been completely crushed by this man.

Chen Yuan looked at the Shura field under his feet that had been completely dyed red with blood.

Looking at the remnants of the defeated army who had thrown away their helmets and armor and tried to flee, only to be pounced on one by one by Lickers.

He gave a cold chuckle.

His slender fingers gripped the selfie stick and slowly brought the camera closer.

Until his handsome yet infinitely sinister face occupied the entire screen.

"How is it?"

Chen Yuan stared straight at the camera.

His pitch-black eyes burned with wild, world-despising arrogance.

His voice pierced through the screen and clearly reached every corner of the earth.

"I said it before, no one in this world can catch me."

He leaned forward slightly.

The towering firelight behind him outlined his silhouette like a world-destroying demon god.

A cruel, devilish smile slowly curled at the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth.

He said to the billions of viewers around the world in an extremely contemptuous yet extremely formal tone.

"Everyone."

"Don't use those useless pieces of trash to test my bottom line anymore."

"This is the true Umbrella Corporation."

"True security strength."