Chapter 471 Complete Suicide
Lin Xian looked at the naked Hua Xiaoling in front of him, and suddenly felt a chill rushing through his body. It was not a feeling in his heart, but real coldness.
It's like, it's snowing.
Lin Xian looked around and was shocked to find that the space around him had changed. He was in a concrete fortification. An old kerosene stove hissed not far away. Rust was exposed on the peeling walls. AK-74 rifles and RPG-7 rocket launchers were displayed on the weapon rack. The glass was covered with icicles due to the severe cold.
Hua Xiaoling in front of him walked slowly towards him. Lin Xian frowned and wanted to take a step back, but found that...
He can't move.
He could only watch the naked Hua Xiaoling walk towards him, and then her face suddenly changed, and her hair turned into brown curly hair. Lin Xian felt himself falling backwards, and 'Hua Xiaoling' also rode on him with her legs. Inexplicably, there was a military-style white shirt on her body that was pulled open and disheveled, and there was a taken-off coat on the ground.
Lin Xian glanced at the name tag on the lining of the military coat on the ground. It read Yelena Panova in Russian.
What's going on?
Lin Xian was a little confused. He was inexplicably put into a scene where he was having a late-night meeting with a Soviet female officer?
In front of the small communication desk, apart from the background sound of the howling wind and snow, the only sounds in the room were the creaking and groaning rhythm of the wooden table legs and the suppressed roars during the brief tenderness between him and the female officer.
Woo!
Woo!
Suddenly, a piercing red alarm light spun violently! A piercing air raid sirens blared outside. Before the two could stop, the blast door slammed violently! The guards screamed through the snow and wind: "Captain! Highest level 'Halo' alert! Urgent call to base!"
With a snap, the teacup fell and shattered. The two hurriedly separated and put on their clothes in a panic. Lin Xian grabbed his coat and rushed out the door. The wind and snow poured in, and the sirens swallowed the silence, deafening his ears. The scene outside turned into a pine forest and snowfield. Then he jumped into a military jeep, the wheels slipping on the ice, and the headlights were like the eyes of a dying beast, tearing through the curtain of blizzard.
This is definitely not a holographic projection. Lin Xian feels as if he is actually there, becoming another person.
He quickly calmed down and captured the details in front of him. The dashboard reflected his pale face. This old jeep had been out of service for at least 60 years, and the scene before him seemed to be from an era in the old Soviet Union.
The jeep passed through the camouflage net and the entrance of the heavy reinforced concrete fortification. Lin Xian got out of the car and quickly entered the passage with a group of guards. The passage was a long and dark corridor, which was now filled with the dense echo of boots. The wall paint was peeling off, revealing the gray bottom layer. The old fluorescent tubes emitted a buzzing sound and a pale light. The air was filled with a mixed smell of motor oil, cheap tobacco and strong disinfectant.
Lin Xianxian glanced at the wall of the passage and his eyes immediately fixed.
This is the 'Cassandra' strategic missile warning center!
The elevator sank into the center of the earth, and the hydraulic door roared open. A huge radar screen, flashing a monotonous green light, occupied an entire wall. On it was a complex grid like a constellation diagram. At this moment, five points of light crossed the polar ice cap, and the countdown numbers were pumping like heartbeats. Several soldiers in khaki uniforms sat solemnly in front of the screen, and everything was shrouded in a low, stereotyped mechanical operation sound.
"Yakov, repeat it again!"
A tall lieutenant colonel stood at the front with a deep voice.
"Satellite data review complete, Lieutenant Colonel! Trajectory locked on Moscow and Kiev. Five total, expected to reach home in 28 minutes."
Deathly silence descended amid the roar of alarms. One could almost hear the sound of sweat dripping from foreheads. All eyes were fixed on the beating red numbers representing the countdown to destruction. The oxygen seemed to be sucked out in an instant. A suffocating doomsday fear gripped everyone's heart. Some people subconsciously clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white.
Lin Xian glanced at the figure and immediately realized something. He raised his head and looked at the clock in the early warning center.
September 26, 1983, 11:32.
This is……
That night of nuclear crisis during the Cold War!
Lin Xian's heart sank, he looked up, and saw that the figure was turning towards him.
"Lieutenant Sergei, are there any anomalies in the North American chain of command?"
"No!" It was Lin Xian himself who spoke. He stepped forward and reported, "The Cassandra system falsely reported a solar flare three weeks ago, but it wouldn't have this trajectory."
Lin Xian looked at the middle-aged officer in front of him and guessed his identity.
Lieutenant Colonel Stanislav Petrov, the commander on duty tonight, was about fifty years old, with gray hair. He was not wearing a uniform jacket, but only a washed-out army green shirt with his collar open and sleeves rolled up. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a huge pressure.
Looking at this person, Lin Xian suddenly became suspicious. What did Hua Xiaoling mean by this? What did she want him to see?
Of course, Lin Xian had learned about the history of the Cold War from the Federation's modern history, and he had also learned about this historical secret that almost led to a crisis for all mankind. However, only when he was there in person did he seem to truly feel that terrifying pressure.
Lieutenant Colonel Petrov in front stood upright, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the red dot on the radar screen. The highest alert meant that it had to be reported immediately. After receiving this urgent information, the Ministry of National Defense would immediately initiate a counterattack program, and the destruction order would fly to missile silos across the Soviet Union.
He picked up the red phone, his fingers hovering just a few centimeters above the red button, trembling slightly, sweat gathering and dripping on his forehead.
"This doesn't make sense! How could the Americans launch a nuclear war with just five missiles? This is more like a drill malfunction or a technical failure! But... what if it's not? What if this is a preemptive strike?"
"22 minutes! Regulations require immediate reporting!" The staff officer stood by: "We must respond!"
At this moment, everyone looked at Petrov and saw the terrible pressure he was facing.
Counterattack means war! A nuclear war of mutual destruction with no return!
Billions of people will die tonight, including them here and now, and the country may disappear. No one will imagine that destruction will happen in an instant.
Time seemed to have frozen, with only the red numbers counting down cruelly.
The staff officer reported anxiously: "Comrade Lieutenant Colonel! The readings are confirmed! There are 21 minutes left! We must report!!"
Lin Xian watched this scene quietly. As an observer, he certainly knew that this was just an information crisis in history. As long as he waited for the final confirmation from the ground radar system, he would understand that this was just a misunderstanding, a false alarm. Many years later, it would be circulated on the Internet as a historical anecdote and would not even be written into history books.
However, the scene he expected did not happen. Petrov suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the turbid air, and then pressed the call button under Lin Xian's gaze...
What!??
Buzz~
The buzzing sound of tinnitus suddenly filled Lin Xian's brain, as if his mind was blank at this moment.
Lin Xian opened his eyes and felt that his sight was rising up from his body, as if his soul was flying out, passing through the underground fortress of the missile early warning center, and flying out of the forest into the black sky. A biting chill penetrated into his bones, just like the doomsday foreseen on an ancient battlefield.
As he flew higher and higher, he saw with his own eyes that on the vast and desolate land, the iron door of the nuclear silo suddenly opened, missiles painted with red stars burst out, and fireworks tore through the dark sky.
The Baltic Sea in the distance was surging, and the Borei nuclear submarine emerged from the water like a giant beast. The submarine-launched ballistic missile pierced into the clouds with a roar of death, and its wake dragged out a pale light.
Countless fireworks rising into the sky are like bright stars, rushing up into the sky.
This deadly symphony instantly detonated the prelude to a nuclear war. Flowers of hell bloomed all over the world, and dense missiles began to be launched simultaneously from multiple regions, heading towards every corner of the world.
The financial elites in New York's skyscrapers suddenly looked up from their keyboards. The strong light outside the window swallowed everything. Their screams turned into dust on their office chairs, and suit fragments mixed with paper scraps flew like snow.
As the aroma of coffee wafted from the cafes on the streets of London in the early morning, pedestrians fled in panic. The shock wave instantly crushed flesh and blood into dust, and the entire city became a boiling wreckage.
Late at night in Tokyo, millions of people are sleeping. In an apartment where four generations live together, an old grandmother lies on the tatami with her eyes closed peacefully, and a young child curls up in the arms of her parents. They are unaware that they are torn apart by the explosion, and their home is reduced to nothingness under a beam of light. The whole of Tokyo is hit by the flowers of destruction from three directions and melted into the flames.
The nuclear bombs fell silently, reducing the land to a barren wasteland, scorched only by the surging heat of the sparks. Panic was a futile symphony, as tourists along the California coastline screamed and scattered on the beach, only to collapse on the sand melted by the light.
The roar of the factory outside Moscow came to a halt. Before the workers could put down their tools at the assembly line, the high temperature and radiation vaporized the steel and their bodies, leaving charred skeletons lying on the ground.
The sun lit up the sky above the city, and the dazzling light turned the sky into a snow-white color.
Lin Xian felt his breathing stagnate, as if he had returned to the night of the apocalypse. The destruction came too suddenly, and the world ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.
Then, a large amount of strong light was withdrawn. Lin Xian blinked and looked again, and found that he was back in the tent. The ball that projected the holographic image was still floating in the air, and a few words stopped in front of him.
[End of preview of the ending of human civilization No. 1]
In the tent, Hua Xiaoling was no longer there. The tea on the table was still hot. An extremely strong dark energy wave filled the tent and then quickly disappeared. Lin Xian stood there with a complicated expression. He found that after the image sphere retracted its projection, it slowly flew in front of him, stretched out its hand, and landed in Lin Xian's hand.
At this moment, the mechanical heart light screen suddenly popped up in front of Lin Xian.
[Successfully converted mechanical source points +3000]
Lin Xian frowned, and was even more confused at this moment.
What does this preview of the ending of civilization mean? Is it trying to convey some message to him?
What does it mean when human civilization ends with a nuclear war?
Also, why did he absorb so many mechanical source points? ???
Lin Xian looked at the projection sphere in his hand and didn't react for a moment.
"Lin Xian!"
The tent curtain was lifted at this moment, and Chen Sixuan, wearing power armor and holding the Night Hunter, rushed in. Seeing Lin Xian, he immediately asked, "Are you okay?!"
Lin Xian looked around: "Where's Hua Xiaoling?"
"She left. She suddenly vanished from my thermal radar. I didn't see how she left." Chen Sixuan opened her mask and looked at Lin Xian, who had a complicated expression on his face. She frowned and said, "What did she show you? I noticed you standing there like that for about 20 minutes."
Lin Xian looked at his watch and said, "20 minutes?"
"right."
"That's really interesting."
When Lin Xian woke up just now, he felt as if he had experienced a whole night of destruction, but the time at this moment told him that only 20 minutes had passed.
"They must have been targeting our location, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly appeared here." Chen Sixuan said at this time: "But it doesn't look like she's here to start a fight?"
"It seems not to be the case at the moment." Lin Xian took a deep breath and weighed the projection ball in his hand. There was a button on it. He focused his eyes and pressed it with his thumb again.
At this time, a holographic text was projected again.
[Do you want to start the preview of the ending of Civilization No. 807?]
"What? How come it's number 807 after number 1?"
"What are you talking about?" Chen Sixuan asked.
"I..." Lin Xian pointed to the light curtain in front of him, sighed, and briefly told Chen Sixuan about the situation just now.
"How can this holographic projection make you feel as if you are actually there? It sounds like you are connected to some brain-computer program." Chen Sixuan analyzed immediately after listening.
Lin Xian frowned upon hearing this, then realized what was happening: "Now that you mention it, did you feel that strong dark energy fluctuation just now?"
Chen Sixuan raised her elbow at this time, and a number appeared on the soul value detector in her hand.
32609!
"It erupted in an instant. It was like a warning. You didn't respond to me, so I rushed over immediately." Chen Sixuan frowned slightly. "This unit is no less than S-level."
Lin Xian picked up the projection ball and took a look: "Then I should be able to guess the reason."
"What's going on?"
"This thing shouldn't be just a three-dimensional holographic image. Maybe I can only see a holographic projection, but what it displays should be an image of a higher dimension, so I can have such a real experience."
This guess is a combination of the assumptions Hua Xiaoling made after telling him about the forbidden objects and the characteristics of the dark gears. It can also barely explain why his mechanical heart can absorb such a large amount of dark energy and convert it into a mechanical source point.
After hearing Lin Xian's words, Chen Sixuan was silent for a while. At this time, she could only say
"She left this thing to you. Did she want to convey some message to you?"
Lin Xian nodded: "It's not clear yet, but this thing must be related to the dark civilization. Maybe we can find some clues in it."
He did not see any hostility from Hua Xiaoling, and had no way to confirm what the other party said. At this time, Lin Xian could only try to find out what this thing was trying to convey.
So, in order to verify his idea, he sat down again, placed the ball on the table, and said to Chen Sixuan, "Please give it a try. If you want to see if I guessed it right, just try it again."
Chen Sixuan looked at him with concern, but nodded: "Okay, they are also on their way, please be careful."
"If there was any danger, I would have died long ago." Lin Xian looked at the projection sphere in front of him with a serious expression, took a deep breath, and reached out to press it again.
[Preview of the ending of Civilization No. 807 is now open]
At this moment, a blue arc of light flashed again in the center of the projection device, and then a holographic light and shadow began to gradually unfold and expand, instantly covering the entire tent space.
At this moment, Lin Xian felt a flash of dazzling light in front of his eyes and subconsciously closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision began to become brighter. He was now standing on the top of a super tall building. It seemed as if there was no atmosphere in the sky, and he could clearly see a huge planet hanging in the air.
"Hello, number 17695516"
A gentle and clear female voice sounded from behind him. Lin Xian turned around at this time. This time, he was able to control his body, but he felt a sense of smoothness brought by mechanical torque. However, he had no time to observe his body. Behind him, stood an extremely beautiful female robot. He could not tell whether it was an intelligent computer or a semi-mechanized human. The only thing he could confirm was that the other party was talking to him.
"Individual number 17695516." The female robot looked at him and continued
"According to the instructions issued by the consensus neural network decision-making, please follow the instructions within five minutes..."
"Complete suicide!"
(End of this chapter)
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