RNP Chapter 123 Blueprint Cannon
Chapter 123 Blueprint Cannon
Chapter 123 Blueprint Cannon (3K)
A crossroads shrouded in the smoke of battle.
A black-clad Watchman, still holding an M4 carbine, stared blankly at the man who had appeared out of nowhere in the center of their lines.
Overwhelmed with shock, he murmured incoherently, "Oh my God! Am I dreaming? What was that just now?"
From supersonic speed to instantaneous stop? Does Superman really exist? Or are we all hallucinating in this biohazard nightmare?
Standing next to him was a burly old soldier with a hideous scar on his neck.
This tough guy, who had once fought mutants hand-to-hand with bayonets in the Red Zone without batting an eye, was now swallowing hard.
He stared intently at Pei Qi's perfectly wrinkle-free casual trench coat, and his voice hoarse as he continued, "I—I fucking don't know if Superman even exists in this damn world! But I do know one thing—even if Superman does exist, according to DC Comics, the American Superman would definitely not be an Asian man in casual clothes!"
Pei Qi turned his head slightly, looked at the two soldiers, and retorted in perfect London English with a clear and articulate accent.
"Let me correct this private's stereotype. Superman isn't just someone of Asian descent; there's even an official figure in China named Kong Kenan."
"Unfortunately, I'm not wearing red underwear and I'm not afraid of kryptonite. Also, I might have a bit more of a temper than Clark Kent."
Then, he casually pulled out a dark blue document from the inside pocket of his jacket. The document was printed with an olive branch and a globe pattern and emitted a special anti-counterfeiting glow.
With a soft "snap," Pei Qi flipped open his ID with one hand and waved it in front of the commander, who was already petrified.
"Let me formally introduce myself. Pei Qi, Special Dispatch Commissioner of the Global Occult Consortium (GOC) of the United Nations, and Senior Technical Advisor for the Manhattan Biohazard Incident."
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"The United Nations?! The Global Occult Alliance?!"
The commander's pupils dilated instantly, and his heart skipped a beat. Every muscle in his body tensed instantly as he suddenly remembered the top-secret intelligence that his adjutant had just reported in a low voice over the communications channel.
That UN "expert" who supposedly broke through the land, sea, and air blockade and entered the heart of Manhattan!
But—to hell with the experts!
The commander felt as if his worldview was being trampled on by ten thousand mutated hunters.
Which UN expert sitting in an office sipping coffee arrives riding a supersonic intercontinental ballistic missile, treating Newton's laws of physics like they're nothing?! This is called a "technical advisor"? This is a human nuclear bomb!
"What are you? Are you a human or a ghost?" he asked in a dry voice, though he knew it was pointless.
"Sh-
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Pei Qi extended an index finger and placed it in front of his lips, making a shushing gesture.
"Commander, as for my specific identity, the UN's accountability procedures, and the mess that Blackwatch is messing up and even trying to drag the whole city down with them."
I suggest we put everything aside for now, find a comfortable leather sofa, and talk slowly.
Pei Qi slowly turned around, raised his right hand, and pointed to the sky above, which was already glowing red from the afterglow of the flames.
There, a massive, blindingly bright heavy missile, trailing a long, orange-red tail torn apart by the airflow, hurtled toward them like the Grim Reaper.
The chilling buzzing of the high-frequency guided radar locking onto its target could already be heard in the air.
"Because the vehicle I just used to hitch a ride—that intercontinental ballistic missile with a kill radius of one kilometer above your heads—has less than 20 seconds left, oh no, it's 19 seconds now."
"It's about to land precisely on that super hunter two hundred meters ahead of us."
Pei Qi smiled as he watched the commander's expression change instantly, his tone as relaxed as if they were discussing whether to have a medium-rare or medium steak for dinner.
"If we continue to chat about trivial matters here, I guarantee that everyone here, along with your proud Stryker armored vehicles, will be turned into a perfectly uniform and indistinguishable pool of carbonized material in the upcoming shockwave of 3,000 degrees Celsius and high pressure."
"Fuck!!!"
The commander's "rationality" completely collapsed at this moment.
An intercontinental ballistic missile with a kill radius of one kilometer?! Only a dozen seconds left?!
"Are you fucking insane?! You came riding a nuclear bomb, fine, but then you fucking smash it over your own head?!"
The commander drew his sidearm abruptly, but did not point it at Pei Qi.
"Run! Run! Find a basement! Find cover! Get into the sewers! Hurry!!!"
But everyone knew it was futile.
Seven seconds! In this empty crossroads where the surrounding buildings have been razed to the ground by artillery fire, it's impossible for two human legs to run out of a fatal radius of one kilometer! They're doomed!
"Tsk, don't get so worked up. You have no composure whatsoever."
Pei Qi shook his head helplessly.
"Since I, the special expert, have graced this place with my presence, I naturally have a way to ensure your survival."
Otherwise, I could have just flown away in mid-air. Why would I have bothered staying here to worry about your lives?
Pei Qi flexed his wrists, his eyes suddenly turning sharp.
"Don't move, everyone! That's an order!"
His roar, carrying an undeniable air of authority, abruptly brought the chaotic scene to a standstill for a moment.
"Now, open your eyes wide and watch carefully. I'm going to show you what a true 'industrial miracle' really is."
As soon as Pei Qi finished speaking, he suddenly waved his right hand in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of dull thuds echoed as several enormous storage boxes, reinforced with dark oak planks and gleaming iron frames, appeared out of nowhere on the wrecked asphalt road.
These boxes are filled with various special blocks.
Those are not ordinary stones, but rather [IC2 reinforced explosion-proof stone] and [HBM explosion-proof concrete] that have undergone high-pressure compression and have been coated with an anti-radiation coating!
Immediately afterwards, Pei Qi pulled out a bunch of extremely large, strange devices filled with clockwork gears from his seemingly bottomless backpack in his inventory.
His hands moved like blurs, and in a few seconds, he arranged these machines, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, into a perfect semi-circle on the ground, just like playing chess, right next to those huge storage boxes!
Thirty units in total!
[Item: Blueprint Cannon]
[Source Module: Create Mechanical Power]
[Features: This is no traditional cannon for killing. It's an ultimate industrial creation capable of reading NBT blueprint files and consuming gunpowder to instantly "launch" blocks from a crate to a designated 3D coordinate, thus achieving gravity-defying, ultra-high-speed automated construction!]
These thirty machines, lined up in a row, have an extremely imposing appearance.
They had thick, trumpet-shaped barrels made of polished brass that gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.
The base is made of thick, rot-resistant wood and an intricate gear system.
On the side of each machine, there is a fuel tank specifically for dispensing propellant, and a blueprint reading slot with a parchment scroll inserted.
Only 10 seconds remain.
The missile high in the sky had broken through the clouds, and with a piercing whistle, it came crashing down like a meteor!
"Load the gun."
Pei Qi's movements were so fast that even high-speed slow motion couldn't capture them.
He pulled out ten sets of gunpowder blocks and instantly filled the fuel tanks of all thirty blueprint cannons.
He then simultaneously wrote a pre-drawn blueprint of the "Absolute Defense Dome Bunker" into all the read slots.
Under the dazed gazes of the Blackwatch soldiers, whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, these thirty strangely shaped brass cannons seemed to have been infused with souls and come alive!
"Click! Click! Click! Click—!"
Inside the thirty cannons, hundreds and thousands of brass gears began to mesh and rotate wildly at a dazzling speed that was almost enough to produce sparks.
Immediately afterwards, thirty thick, trumpet-shaped cannons suddenly rose up simultaneously, emitting a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound, and were precisely aimed at the open ground above and around them.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"
With a deafening series of gunpowder explosions, the firepower of thirty blueprint cannons was unleashed in an instant!
With a terrifying firing rate of dozens of rounds per second, they frantically "sucked" tons of blast-proof stone blocks from the blast-proof storage boxes next to them, and then fired them into the air like bullets from a Gatling gun!
The thick obsidian and blast-resistant stones, each a cubic meter in size, that were launched drew dense streaks of blue and orange light in the air.
There was no fall, no gravitational parabola.
The moment they come into contact with the predetermined coordinates, they immediately "freeze," become concrete, and clamp together tightly!
One yuan, ten yuan, one hundred yuan, one thousand yuan!
In less than three seconds, an explosion-proof matchbox, two to three meters thick, rose from the ground at the intersection!
"Click!"
At the very moment that the topmost blast-proof stone completely blocked out the last ray of light from the sky above, plunging the bunker into absolute darkness.
The heavy tracking missile, carrying enough power to flatten several city blocks, slammed into the super hunter that was still struggling in the ruins.
"Boom! B ...
The world has lost its voice.
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