223: Chapter 223 Will Beijing Send a Nuclear Bomb to Bomb Me?

Lin Yuan did not let her stand up.

"What is your system?"

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen looked up.

Qin Yumo stood behind Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, gripping her twin blades.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen was silent for two seconds.

"Time Stop."

Qin Yumo's blade lowered by half an inch.

Lin Yuan frowned.

"The cost?"

"crystal cores."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen said, "High consumption, short duration."

She paused for a moment.

"Besides, I trust my own fists more."

Lin Yuan took a C-grade red crystal core from his Dimensional Space and tossed it to her.

"Take a look."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen caught the crystal core.

She did not ask why.

She tapped her fingertip.

In mid-air, a piece of falling broken glass froze.

The blood mist froze.

The dust froze.

Qin Yumo's hair, blown by the wind, also froze in mid-air.

The entire top floor seemed to have had a pause button pressed.

Only Lin Yuan and Grandmaster Ling Suzhen could move.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's face paled slightly.

"Players cannot fully affect other players."

"You can move."

"This C-grade crystal core will last about ten seconds."

As she finished speaking, the world returned to normal.

The broken glass fell to the ground with a clatter.

Qin Yumo slowly lowered her head and looked at her hair.

She finally understood.

During their last fight, Grandmaster Ling Suzhen hadn't used her full strength.

It wasn't that she couldn't.

It was the pride of a martial artist.

Qin Yumo gripped her sword hilt tightly.

Lin Yuan didn't look at her.

"Use it only when I order you to in the future."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen lowered her eyes.

"Understood."

The communicator suddenly rang.

Liu Qing's voice was much faster than usual.

"Master, there is abnormal encrypted traffic at the Hongqiao Command Center defense line."

"Zhao Dingshan has received a top-level directive."

The next second, the video feed cut in.

The Hongqiao Command Center.

Zhao Dingshan stood before the large screen, his face ashen.

On the screen, it wasn't a counter-attack route.

It was a red-headed document.

[Shanghai Pollution Source Elimination Plan]

Elimination scope: All of Shanghai.

Liu Qing's voice tightened.

"They are preparing a nuclear strike."

"The target center point is not the Japanese Side's remnants."

"It is the area where you are located."

The top floor fell silent.

Qin Yumo looked up.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen sneered.

"Typical of the Capital."

The Hongqiao Command Center.

A staff officer looked at the coverage circle, his voice cracking.

"Sir!"

"We are also within range!"

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng grabbed the communicator.

"Director Xu Changfeng!"

"Connect the channel!"

"Officer Wei Zheng! Answer me, damn it!"

There was only a mechanical voice on the channel.

"To preserve the overall situation, execute elimination."

"Repeating."

"To preserve the overall situation, execute elimination."

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng slammed his fist on the table.

"Preserve your mother!"

Zhao Dingshan didn't curse.

He slowly took off his military cap.

In the command center, some slumped into their chairs.

Some cursed under their breath.

Some looked at their own uniforms, their eyes turning red.

Zhao Dingshan spoke.

His voice was hoarse.

"Soldiers obey orders."

"It is a duty."

As he finished the sentence, he couldn't even stand steady himself.

Liu Qing continued to report.

"Master, it is not a conventional missile."

"It is a tactical nuclear missile."

"Part of the long-range link has been restored."

"They used early-stage launch silos to manually complete the delivery program."

"The terminal velocity will decrease."

"It is expected to arrive in Shanghai in twenty minutes."

Qin Yumo immediately said, "Master, I will take you to evacuate."

Liu Qing typed rapidly.

"Calculating based on the kill radius, if Master and Qin Yumo head north at full speed, there is a probability of escaping the center zone."

"Given the lethality of the outer ring of nuclear radiation, it should not be able to cause you substantial harm."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen looked at Lin Yuan.

"Let's go."

Lin Yuan didn't reply.

Zhongshan Park.

Captain Han Xue stood before the temporary defensive position, listening to the nuclear strike alarm on the channel, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Yu Qingyi was distributing food.

A little boy who had just received a compressed biscuit looked up and asked her, "Big sister, are we going to have no food again?"

Yu Qingyi couldn't answer.

Lin Yuan's voice rang out on the temporary Shanghai-wide channel.

"All Wind-type, Winged, Levitation, and Flight-type Espers, report immediately."

"Those who can fly, step forward."

"I will give you a way to survive."

Zhongshan Park was silent.

A few seconds later, Yu Qingyi put down the food crate and walked to the communicator.

"Mr. Lin."

She raised her hand.

Translucent cyan wing patterns appeared behind her.

"If you are talking about flying."

"I can do it."

Captain Han Xue looked at her sharply.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Yu Qingyi said softly, "I can't carry many people, I can't fly high, and I can't fly fast."

"It's a useless B-grade Superpower."

She looked at the children who had just received their food.

"It's different now."

Ten minutes later, Lin Yuan's trio had arrived at the large lawn in the front garden of Zhongshan Park.

To allow Liu Qing to capture more data, Yu Qingyi took Tank and Sister Long into the air for a dozen meters before landing again.

Tank grinned.

Sister Long patted Yu Qingyi's shoulder.

"Girl, you can do it."

The two "big lovers" seemed completely indifferent to a nuclear bomb landing on their heads.

However, Yu Qingyi's face had already turned pale.

Liu Qing recalculated.

"Yu Qingyi will take Master and Grandmaster Ling Suzhen into the air."

"Master will open the Dimensional Space within two seconds after the nuclear missile breaks through the clouds."

"Theoretically, you can touch the missile body."

Qin Yumo frowned.

"Theoretically?"

Liu Qing paused.

"If it fails, everyone dies together."

"If Master makes direct contact with the nuclear missile, there is absolutely no possibility of survival."

Lin Yuan looked at Yu Qingyi.

"Do you dare?"

Yu Qingyi looked at the subway entrance.

There were people watching her there.

Old people.

Children.

The wounded.

This was the first time they had come above ground since the apocalypse began.

She took a deep breath.

"I dare."

Lin Yuan connected to the Hongqiao Command Center.

His image appeared on the large screen.

Zhao Dingshan looked at him without speaking.

Lin Yuan chuckled.

"Waiting for death on your knees is your rule."

"My rule is."

"Whoever dares to throw something at me, I will throw it back."

Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng stared at the screen.

"Are you crazy?"

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"Last time you used a missile to scare me."

"This time, I will show you how a missile should be played with."

The communication cut off.

Zhao Dingshan sat where he was.

The military cap deformed in his palm.

On the radar, that red dot was approaching.

In an empty street block, Lin Motong held her torn teddy bear and stood on top of a wrecked car.

"Scatter."

The surrounding zombie horde retreated like black water.

An empty zone was cleared out.

Wang Ya stood in the distance, her gray-white pupils contracting.

Qin Yumo planted her twin blades in the ground and guarded behind Lin Yuan.

"Master."

Lin Yuan looked at them.

If it had been when he first reborn, he would have left long ago.

But now it was different.

These women were not the same trash as Shen Qingyue.

Wang Ya, Qin Yumo, and Lin Motong were all his.

They were the people he had personally pulled into the chessboard of the apocalypse.

This time, the nuclear bomb was bombing Shanghai.

What about next time?

Jiangcheng?

Tiangong No. 1?

Run again?

Where to run to?

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen walked to Lin Yuan's side.

Lin Yuan handed her an A-grade blue crystal core.

"Is it enough?"

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen took it.

"It will hurt."

"I asked if it is enough."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen smiled.

"It is enough."

Liu Qing began the countdown.

"Entering the airspace over Shanghai in thirty seconds."

Cyan wing patterns unfurled behind Yu Qingyi.

She grabbed Lin Yuan with one hand and Grandmaster Ling Suzhen with the other.

Cyan light exploded.

The three of them shot into the high altitude.

The wind poured into her collar.

Yu Qingyi's face was pale, and her teeth had bitten through her lip.

Beads of blood were swept away by the wind, scattering into the night.

"I can hold on!"

Above the clouds.

Firelight tore through the night.

The missile body broke through the clouds and descended.

Liu Qing's voice tightened.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen gripped Lin Yuan's wrist.

The A-grade crystal core shattered in her palm.

The veins on her forehead bulged, and blood seeped from her nasal cavity.

"Stop."

The world stopped.

The clouds froze.

The firelight froze.

The rapidly falling nuclear missile stopped before Lin Yuan's eyes.

The missile casing was ice cold.

It was less than half a meter from his palm.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's voice was low.

"Ten seconds."

"Don't waste it."

Lin Yuan reached out.

His palm pressed against the metal casing.

"This delivery."

"I'm signing for it."