Superman Termination Manual

Chapter 340: Chapter 201: Major Event Two: Blood Clan Hunter (Five)

“Judging from the underground structure of the Association, the nuclear launch device could only be hidden on the 50th floor beneath the Superhero Association…”

Qing Ya thought, closing the tablet in his hands and swiftly moving to the first floor of the Superhero Association’s building. He then entered a secret passage accessible only to senior commissioners.

At the end, he boarded an elevator to the underground, installed a rectangular hacking device on the control panel, and pressed the option for “Sublevel negative 50.”

As the device began to emit a cold blue light, the elevator plunged downwards uncontrollably, its edges sparking violently against the air from the friction.

When the elevator doors opened, Qing Ya saw a seemingly endless corridor in front of him, guarded by a tightly knit web of infrared security lasers.

He slightly lifted his right hand, and a storm-like flock of crows surged from his sleeve, sweeping forward and zig-zagging through the corridor like a blast of wind and lightning.

Suddenly, he switched places with one of the crows, ensconced within the murder, hurtling further into the depths of the corridor, creeping forward like a massive black serpent.

Amidst thunderous explosions, the serpent forged from crows rammed through, its flesh stripped away by laser fire from the walls, but the lasers never reached deep enough to touch its vitals.

When Qing Ya stood at the end of the corridor, behind him lay the carcasses of hundreds of crows, piled up like a river.

He took a deep breath, lifted a second hacking device, and installed it at the center of the metal door in front of him. As the device glowed red, the door unlocked and swung open.

Immediately, over ten grim-faced guards raised their guns and pulled triggers, unleashing a torrent of bullets towards Qing Ya.

In an instant, Qing Ya disappeared from the spot. At the same time, a smoke grenade exploded on the ground, enveloping the corridor with layers of smoke while the crows continually revealed their positions within it.

The guards, amidst the smoke, fired wildly at the intermittently visible crows, leading to a scene of fratricide as bullets pierced their own comrades.

Shortly after, all ten guards lay dead.

Seeing this, Qing Ya dropped from the ceiling, stepped onto the floor of the corridor, and walked briskly towards the second metal door; it was too complex to be hacked with a device.

So he let ten crows fly out of his cloak, each bird carrying a rectangular block of high-tech explosive in its beak.

As Qing Ya moved back, he controlled the ten crows to advance. Then, lifting his cloak to cover half of his face, the next moment the bodies of the crows were torn apart by the light of the explosives, and a column of flames spread throughout the corridor, stopping just an inch away from the ground in front of Qing Ya, casting his dark mask in a bloody hue.

Through the lingering smoke, Qing Ya slowly stepped forward, eventually sighting a room filled with electronic screens on all sides, resembling a cocoon of electronics.

The president of the Huanjing Association branch, Li Qingyao, slumped in an office chair like a corpse, his hands joined together holding a detonator that had gone dark.

Qing Ya quickly approached, checked for his breath with a fingertip, and then gently lifted the detonator with a crow, squinting his eyes to take a closer look.

Finally, he looked up at the hundreds of screens in the electronic cocoon room.

At this moment, each screen displayed the same scene.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the ground quaked beneath the sheeting rain. A massive object stood silently on the launch pad, its cold metal shell shimmering faintly.

Suddenly, the protective cover began to open slowly, the warning lights around the missile launch pad started to flash manically, painting the world with a garish and fierce color. Alarm bells echoed through the sky, their piercing sound shaking the eardrums of all present.

A deep humming noise followed, smoke started to billow from beneath the missile, growing thicker.

The screens began to show the countdown.

“Ten, nine, eight…”

The flames beneath the missile grew more intense, the smoke spread rapidly, and the surrounding steel structures squealed under the scorching heat.

“Seven, six, five…”

An ear-splitting roar came from the launch pad, thick smoke rose, and the ground shook violently. Surrounding instruments trembled slightly.

“Four, three, two…”

In the pulsing countdown, the missile’s engines burst into crimson flames, shooting out viciously. The powerful thrust shook the entire launch pad, the flames and smoke rushed towards the sky.

“One, zero.”

In an instant, the missile seemed to break free from gravity’s hold, piercing through the smoke and fire, gradually lifting off from the launch pad, accelerating towards the heavens. The earth trembled with an immense roar, the air filled with the scent of burning.

The fiery trail from the missile’s aft cut through the grey clouds, leaving a long smoky path, like a proud dragon in flight.

The smoke spiraled in the rain, gradually dissipating. The silhouette of the missile shrunk and eventually vanished into the clouds.

The deafening roar slowly faded, and the plum-blossom-shaped smoke lingered in the sky for a long time.

“A step too late…”

Watching this, Qing Ya murmured gloomily, then took out his phone from within his cloak and opened the Superhero Association’s most secretive official software, sending a message to someone unknown.

…

A few minutes earlier, amidst the extreme chaos of the city of Huanjing, at Old Jingmai District.

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