176: Chapter 176 What was that glowing weapon? A laser gun?
"What was that glowing weapon? A laser gun?"
This bold, red-highlighted question in the barrage instantly ignited the hard-core tech geeks lurking across the entire internet.
Countless eyes were glued to the broadcast footage, which had been slowed down sixty times.
The footage froze at seven minutes and twelve seconds.
An armored bulletproof vehicle from the U.S. Special Forces was accelerating frantically, attempting to ram through the high wall on the side of Elysium Manor.
Immediately after.
From the bunker in the shadows of the main building, a beam of pure, eerie blue light flashed without warning.
There was no deafening roar like when gunpowder weapons fire.
Nor was there any blinding smoke or explosive flash.
That slender blue beam was like a red-hot scalpel cutting into a block of soft butter, silently piercing through ten centimeters of composite armor plating.
What it left behind was nothing but a terrifying hole with edges showing signs of extreme high-temperature melting.
"This is not a muzzle flash! Absolutely not!"
A big shot who had frequented the Dark Web military forums for years immediately posted a spectral waveform analysis chart.
"Muzzle flash diffusion is irregular and fan-shaped, but this blue beam shows no attenuation or scattering in the air at all!"
"This is a fucking high-energy directed-laser weapon!"
The entire internet instantly gasped in shock.
If the biochemical tyrant represented madness that broke the bottom line of human ethics, then this man-portable laser weapon capable of instantly slicing through a main battle tank was a true, tangible case of technological dimensionality reduction strike.
"I'm losing it! Aren't the U.S. military's laser weapons currently only capable of being mounted on warships to burn up drones? How has Umbrella already turned it into a bunker defense turret?"
"Resident Evil meets Star Wars? This is simply not a level that Earth's technology can achieve!"
Fear and shock spread like a plague to every corner of the internet.
Meanwhile, in Washington, at The Pentagon's underground command center.
The atmosphere was chillingly dead silent.
On the massive electronic screen, that eerie blue beam of death was playing on a loop.
Several generals with gold stars on their shoulders sat at the conference table, their faces deathly pale, the analysis reports in their hands crumpled into balls.
"What does the weapons expert group say?"
General Ross's voice was as hoarse as if he had swallowed a mouthful of glass shards.
"Reporting General... the expert group says this is physically impossible."
The adjutant standing to the side swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping from his nose.
"With current battery energy storage technology, to achieve the terrifying high temperature required to instantly melt composite armor, the power supply unit would need to be at least as large as three shipping containers."
"But the volume of the bunker in the footage could fit at most two adult males."
"In other words, is the military technology we are so proud of just a primitive tribe playing with mud in the eyes of that drug dealer?"
General Ross kicked over the chair in front of him.
No one dared to respond.
This was no longer just a matter of the military's face. Once this kind of black technology, which completely ignored the basic laws of physics, was mass-produced, the armored clusters the U.S. military was so proud of would instantly turn into a pile of expensive scrap metal.
They didn't even have any countermeasures.
Because their own similar high-energy weapon projects were still quietly lying in Lockheed Martin's PowerPoint presentations, scamming for budget!
On the lawn of Elysium Manor, the night wind dispersed the pungent smell of blood.
Chen Yuan casually closed the trending topics interface on his tablet, a careless smirk curling the corners of his lips.
He tossed the tablet to Victor, who was in the holographic projection beside him.
"Boss, the outside world has completely exploded now."
On the other side of the screen, Victor was frantically wiping sweat, his face filled with unconcealable fanaticism and excitement.
"The Pentagon hasn't even dared to issue an official statement yet! They're probably hiding in their basement, questioning their existence!"
"Basic operation, no need to make a fuss."
Chen Yuan turned around and looked at Chen Nuo, who was standing behind him, looking somewhat stunned from the shock.
He strode over to the bunker that was disguised as a rockery.
His slender fingers gently patted the black cannon barrel, which still held a scorching residual heat, his movement as casual as if he were stroking a beloved toy.
"Brother... is this really a laser cannon?"
Chen Nuo leaned in cautiously, her azure eyes filled with shock and confusion.
She felt that the physics knowledge she had learned over the past twenty years had been completely crushed to pieces today.
"Strictly speaking, it's called a plasma pulse emitter."
Chen Yuan spoke as casually as if he were introducing a newly bought sports car, even flicking the cold casing of the barrel with his finger.
"Conventional lasers do indeed require extremely massive energy storage equipment."
"But if you add a little type-z ore that we dug up from underground into the power matrix, and combine it with biochemical neurons as a conductive medium..."
Chen Yuan looked at his younger sister's bewildered little face and smiled, ruffling her hair.
"Simply put, it's like a venomous snake that can spit."
"It's just that this spit is made of high-purity energy compressed to the limit."
"And, its charging time only takes zero point five seconds."
Chen Nuo gasped.
Zero point five seconds to melt an armored vehicle?
If this hit a human body, wouldn't there be not even a pinch of ash left!
"Boss, actually this defense system has a fatal flaw."
Victor, inside the holographic screen, smacked his lips with a look of heartache.
"It costs way too damn much ore."
"That shot just now burned through ten million US dollars in energy reserves."
"Technical bottlenecks that can be solved with money are not called bottlenecks."
Chen Yuan turned around, completely unconcerned.
His deep black tactical trench coat fluttered in the night wind, making his upright figure look like an invincible demon god.
He looked at this land, which had been completely controlled by his absolute force, his eyes deep and cold.
"As long as it can make those high-and-mighty politicians and tycoons learn to shut up."
"Never mind ten million, even if I have to throw one hundred million US dollars at it, I still think it's worth more than the price."
Just as Chen Yuan was using absolute technological prowess to rub the dignity of the entire Western world into the ground.
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
Jinghai, Huaxia.
The night hung heavily over the majestic and cold Chen family courtyard.
In the originally quiet and oppressive assembly hall.
Suddenly, a crisp and piercing "crack" sound rang out.
A high-quality Ming Chenghua Doucai chicken cup was smashed hard against the blue brick floor.
Boiling tea, mixed with sharp shards of porcelain, instantly splashed all over the floor.