章 87: Where Are Your Experimental Soldier?
The HUD highlighted the weapons in their hands, along with detailed specs. He opened the honeycomb missile bays on his shoulders, locking onto multiple targets in seconds. The HUD lit up with dozens of red markers: the soldiers with stingers, anti-aircraft guns, and other threats.
"Let's see who fires first," Zack quipped, his voice laced with confidence.
With a single thought, the missile bays sprang to life, unleashing 81 micro-missiles. The projectiles swarmed out in a chaotic yet controlled barrage, each one programmed with its own target. The sky lit up as the missiles streaked toward their marks, trailing smoke.
The base was engulfed in explosions as fireballs consumed anti-aircraft guns, stinger teams, and critical equipment. Buildings crumbled as the ground shook under the onslaught. Within moments, the base's conventional military forces were obliterated. As the dust settled, Zack landed with a heavy thud in front of their headquarters. He immediately raised his hands, palms glowing with the energy of his pulse cannons.
"Kill him! Take him down!" the soldiers yelled, firing wildly. Bullets pinged harmlessly off the Ultralium alloy armor, the impacts sounding like rain on metal. Zack didn't even flinch. The Apex's armor was far beyond what conventional weapons could penetrate. Not a scratch, not even a scuff marred its surface.
Unfazed, Zack walked calmly forward, firing pulse blasts with precision. Each shot pierced through soldiers and the barricades they hid behind. The particle beams tore through flesh and concrete alike, leaving no cover safe. "Is this the best you've got?" Zack mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. "Where are your exprimental soldiers?"
He stopped in front of a reinforced concrete wall protecting the base. Without hesitation, he raised his arm, and an anti-armor missile deployed from his shoulder. It shot out like an arrow, slamming into the wall with a deafening boom. The explosion sent a controlled cone of flame and debris shooting forward, obliterating the wall and incinerating the soldiers hiding behind it.
Inside the building, a sniper peered through his scope, an anti-materiel rifle aimed directly at Zack. "Got you…" the sniper whispered as he steadied his aim.
Before he could pull the trigger, a particle beam from Zack's palm cannon seared through the air, melting the sniper's head in an instant. "Sniping me? Cute," Zack muttered coldly. His armor's biological scanner had detected the sniper through the walls long before he could take the shot. Nothing within 200 meters escaped the HUD's surveillance.
Suddenly, heavy, thunderous footsteps echoed from the side of the building. Zack turned his head, watching as dozens of figures emerged. The HUD lit up, scanning their biological energy signatures. "Well, well," Zack said with a smirk. "Look who decided to show up."
A squad of super soldiers charged toward him, their bulging muscles glistening under the sun. They were shirtless, their physiques resembling statues carved from stone. Their movements were explosive, almost primal, as they locked onto Zack with single-minded aggression."Kill!" they roared in unison, surging forward like a tidal wave.
Zack fired his pulse cannons in rapid succession. The beams sliced through the charging figures, but some were surprisingly durable, shrugging off damage as they kept coming. "So, you're tougher than the average grunt. Let's see how long you last." Zack's tone was calm, almost amused. He activated the armor's auxiliary weapon systems, preparing for the next phase of the fight.
Zack's mind raced as he observed the approaching enemies. These super warriors were relentless. As long as their vital points weren't hit, they refused to fall. Even with gaping wounds from palm cannon blasts, they acted like nothing had happened. No pain, no hesitation—it was both terrifying and impressive.
Under the relentless barrage of particle beams, the super warriors reached Zack in moments. Leading the charge was the tallest and most muscular of them all—a three-meter-tall brute built like an iron tower. His steel-like muscles bulged grotesquely, radiating sheer, raw power.
"Kill!" the giant roared, veins bulging visibly on his arms as he raised a massive iron fist. His voice thundered through the chaos, a primal declaration of war.
Before the punch could land, a whip cord crackling with electric light lashed down on his raised arm. Instinctively, the strongman grabbed the cord with his hand. The next second, high-heat sparks from the electromagnetic whip cord burned straight through his palm, leaving a charred, smoking hole.
"Do you really grab anything that comes your way?" Zack muttered, half-impressed. The whip could slice through titanium alloy, yet this guy caught it barehanded.
"Remarkably brave!" Zack added with a smirk. With a sharp pull, he yanked the whip cord back, slicing the giant's hand clean in two. The severed palm was blackened and smoking, with bone fragments exposed through the mangled flesh. Yet the towering warrior didn't even flinch. "Kill you!" he bellowed again, charging forward, his half-destroyed arm raised as if nothing had happened.
Zack decided it was time to end this. Shifting the whip cord to his left hand, he clenched his armored right fist. The thrusters on his legs roared to life, propelling him forward with explosive speed.
"Come on! Let's see what you've got!" Zack yelled, his voice booming like a battle cry. His iron-clad fist smashed into the giant's broken hand with a deafening BOOM.
The force shattered the strongman's arm entirely, sending shards of bone bursting through his shoulder like jagged projectiles. The impact echoed like thunder, shaking the air around them.
"Well, that wasn't bad," Zack muttered, flexing his fingers. His hand felt slightly numb, but his armor had absorbed most of the force. The blow wasn't just for defense—it was a field test for the buffer system of his new suit. And the results? Impressive. The Ultralium alloy held up flawlessly.
Meanwhile, the strongman collapsed, his arm reduced to a mangled wreck. Zack didn't spare him a second glance. "Your part's done," he said coldly, activating his thrusters and soaring into the air.
The remaining super soldier could only watch helplessly as Zack ascended out of their reach. They roared in frustration, powerless to stop him. "If I wasn't testing the new armor, you'd all be ashes by now," Zack thought to himself as he hovered above them.
In an underground command center, a commander stared at the screen, his face breaking into a hesitant smile. "He's retreating!" he announced, relief washing over him. "We might have won!" But before the celebration could begin, shouts of alarm erupted around him."No! He's coming back!"
All eyes turned to the screen. Zack, who had flown out of range, now reversed course, diving straight toward the Black Hand Building. There were no anti-aircraft weapons left to stop him. "What's he doing?" the commander whispered, his voice trembling. Then the horrifying realization struck him. "He's going to bomb us!"
Zack's armor opened mid-dive, revealing missile bays loaded with spiral ground-attack missiles. Four on each side—eight in total. He released them all in one devastating salvo. The missiles streaked toward the ground like fiery comets, detonating upon impact.
The earth shook violently, and massive fireballs erupted across the battlefield. The shockwaves obliterated the super soldiers instantly. Their bodies disintegrated in the heat, reduced to ash before they could even scream. No Building was spared. One side of the structure was blown apart as if a colossal spoon had scooped out an entire chunk. Groaning under its own weight, the building began to tilt before collapsing in a thunderous crash. Dust and debris surged through the streets, blanketing everything in a choking cloud.
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