Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Attack Commencing!

When the materials team in Laboratory 41 planned to use the Fenrir alloy for new experiments, they suddenly discovered that the materials storage room had been breached. Four custodians seemed to have inhaled a dizzying volatile gas, all collapsing to the ground, unconscious. The most terrifying part was that the Fenrir alloy, stored in a secure safe, had vanished without a trace.

The experimental area, over ten meters underground, fell into shock. Despite strict confidentiality, everyone with access to the Fenrir alloy understood what this miraculous alloy could mean for current human technology. The Fourth Industrial Revolution, a massive leap forward, the dawn of the space age, or the arrival of the intelligent era.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the laboratory staff quickly reported the incident. Laboratory 41 immediately initiated a search, uncovering the identity of the thief through access records. Professor Clark Bent, head of the invisible materials department, was recorded by the backup video system entering the materials storage room, using a tranquilizer spray against the custodian, and employing special means to open the storage room door.

As Laboratory 41 began to seal off the entire underground space for a search, security at the Skunk Works factory found Professor Clark Bent in the grass. This man had been gagged, his limbs tied with sturdy plastic ropes; he was unable to move and bore scorch marks from an electric weapon attack, indicating he had been unconscious for quite some time.

Using robotic dogs to inspect the site, they discovered that the scent records did not match Clark Bent’s but revealed that someone had impersonated him. The intruder had a similar height and build to Clark Bent but wore a specially-made, high-fidelity silicone mask and employed unique makeup techniques to look exactly like him.

The intruder also used pre-captured fingerprints, iris patterns, voice, and facial infrared layouts, indicating careful planning and preparation, successfully deceiving security and monitoring systems.

“’Ghost Bird,’ we have the items, we’re withdrawing!” The imposter, disguised as Professor Clark Bent, pretended to leave, smoothly passing through the Skunk Works security checks and vanishing around the corner.

“I’m ‘Human Meat Sparrow,’ safely withdrawn. I’ll meet you in five minutes.” The ‘Human Meat Sparrow,’ assisting in the factory, quietly exited using the optical camouflage fabric left by the ‘Flying Head Man.’ Half a minute later, various monitoring systems and sensors nearby automatically returned to normal, as if no one had ever entered.

“I’m ‘Ghost Bird,’ great job! This time tomorrow, we’ll enjoy the sunshine, beach, and beautiful women of Hawaii together.”

A seafood transport truck, hidden in an alley, suddenly roared to life, speeding towards the positions of the ‘Flying Head Man’ and ‘Human Meat Sparrow’ to pick them up.

At that moment, the Skunk Works factory erupted with a piercing alarm. The ‘Flying Head Man’ and ‘Human Meat Sparrow’ quickly quickened their pace.

“‘Flying Head Man,’ ‘Human Meat Sparrow,’ we need to hurry! The entire city will begin to seal off in thirty minutes, and we must leave within the hour.”

Everyone understood how hot the item in their possession was; if necessary, Lockheed might even use missiles to take them out.

“Got it, ‘Ghost Bird.’ I’m running with all my strength; I’ll find a motorcycle soon.”

“Hang in there, ‘Human Meat Sparrow.’ I’m on the motorcycle now—bang! … Oh no, someone has me in sight, damn it.”

Bang! Gunfire erupted instantly in the streets near the Skunk Works factory, followed by the sound of automatic weapons firing in rapid succession, as if a small-scale battle was taking place.

The imposter ‘Clark Bent’ quickly found a motorcycle parked in front of a store. Just as he was about to mount it, a sudden gunshot rang out. It felt like a heavy blow, and he stumbled and fell. In that instant, he saw a shadow lunging toward him.

As if trained countless times, the fake ‘Clark Bent’ swiftly opened the motorcycle’s trunk and pulled out a Bison-2 micro submachine gun. This weapon, designed by Victor Kalashnikov, the son of Mikhail Kalashnikov, and Alexey Dragunov, the son of the SVT designer, had a unique design, and just as he did, the figure charging toward him unleashed a fierce barrage.

“What’s going on, ‘Flying Head Man’? ‘Flying Head Man’! Respond if you hear me! ‘Flying Head Man’! Damn it, ‘Human Meat Sparrow,’ go check on him.”

The radio only transmitted intense gunfire and heavy breathing, suggesting that the ‘Flying Head Man’ was too engaged in his fight to respond.

“Roger! I’m on my way.”

Gunfire came swiftly and faded just as quickly, soon dying down.

In the dead of night, the sound of gunfire was especially piercing, startling the security guards at the Skunk Works factory. Immediately, several jeeps filled with armed personnel sped out of the facility. These rugged, sturdy jeeps were favored by the armed personnel and could adapt to many terrains, bursting forth with a monstrous power.

“Calling ‘White Wolf,’ this is ‘Yellow Sparrow.’ I’ve got the goods! Damn it, it’s a 64-round cylindrical magazine submachine gun. I’m injured; hurry and pick me up!”

“‘White Wolf’ received! Great job, haha! We finally caught them. Two minutes! Hang on! This black-on-black operation is simply perfect!”

…

To the west of Palmdale, in a closed warehouse, it was pitch black, with no signs of life. This warehouse had been abandoned for a year, completely deserted, with weeds growing nearly knee-high.

Just two days earlier, a few large containers had mysteriously appeared inside this spacious warehouse.

Among the stacked containers, a 45-foot high container suddenly opened its doors, bright lights flooding out as a massive object slowly emerged, just barely fitting inside the container.

With a slight sound of friction, this massive object began to change; its tail elongated while two short wings extended from its sides, and two large rotor blades suddenly unfolded from the top.

Boom!

Dark red flames and powerful air currents surged from beneath the rotor blades.

The massive object exiting the container was revealed to be a uniquely designed rotorcraft.

“Oh! My baby, everything is ready!” White Wolf stretched his back, sore from cutting weeds all day to ensure this flying wolf-type rotorcraft had enough space to take off. He and the supporting crew had spent most of the day clearing out the weeds, startling several snakes, a few badgers, countless mice, and all sorts of disgusting bugs.

Just as they had planned, once the “Flying Wolf” exited the container, there was about a 50-meter clear area in front of the nose of the aircraft.

The engines began to produce a tremendous roar, and the strong airflow propelled the “Flying Wolf” to gain speed.

To maintain secrecy, the largest width of space they could find in the warehouse was only 100 meters, and they could only clear out a 50-meter acceleration distance.

At the end of that distance was a tall brick wall; the rest relied on the pilot of the “Flying Wolf.”

“Brothers, I love this job! Haha, we’re flying! What a thrill!”

The pilot known as White Wolf pushed the engine to maximum output; he disregarded safety driving and any concerns for the aircraft’s lifespan.

White Wolf was never one to play it safe; squeezing every ounce of performance from the aircraft to unleash its potential was what he was meant to do. Everything else was for the mechanics to worry about.

If not for this reckless nature, he would have been kicked out of the secret operations unit years ago due to the crash rates he caused. From a certain angle, his survival until now, completely intact and alive, was already a miracle.

The 50-meter distance closed in an instant, and just when there were worries for this “Flying Wolf” rotorcraft, it rapidly lifted off. The tail brushed against the barbed wire atop the warehouse wall as the entire aircraft shot into the sky.

The rotorcraft looked similar to a helicopter, but they were worlds apart; they were entirely different types of aircraft.

The main difference between a rotorcraft and a helicopter is that the rotor of the rotorcraft is not connected to the engine’s drive system. Instead of the engine providing lift by driving the rotors, the airflow during flight turns the rotors to generate lift.

The “Flying Wolf’s” two broad, thick rotors began to spin spontaneously from the airflow ejected from its two small jet engines at the tail, providing lift for the aircraft.

After climbing to 200 meters, the two rotors automatically locked and formed a cross with the aircraft body, quickly adjusting their angles to turn the incoming airflow into lift.

During this process, the “Flying Wolf” only dropped ten meters in height, but under White Wolf’s control, it quickly regained its original altitude.

In the blink of an eye, the “Flying Wolf” transformed from a rotorcraft into a fixed-wing aircraft, and its speed advantage exploded as it dashed toward the rendezvous point.

“Hang on! I’m coming to help you, brother!”

White Wolf noticed several jeeps carrying armed personnel and police cars rushing toward the same direction below. He swiftly adjusted the controls on his dashboard, using the visor’s display screen to lock onto the vehicles beneath.

The “Flying Wolf,” now a fixed-wing aircraft, extended two missile pods filled with holes on both sides.

“Let’s show them what we can do, hehehe!” His laughter was wicked as he pressed the launch button on the control stick.

Attack commencing!