The moment Jiang Ling's voice band recovered, she shouted, "Be careful of the shock wave!" Thanks to her hobbies, she also knew some common sense.
Her eardrums recovered slowly, and after a while she heard Li Wenjia yelling in her ear, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" She said she heard him and that his voice was too loud.
From injury to full recovery, it took a total of 277 seconds. Perhaps Li Wenjia miscalculated. He looked at Jiang Ling, who was leaning against the wall of the sewer, and exclaimed, "How does it feel to face a nuclear explosion? Do you want to do it again?"
"Since I'm here, it would be unreasonable if I don't do something big." Jiang Ling regained his spirits.
"Then you'd better wait a little longer. The shock wave has just passed, and there's still radioactive fallout!" He pointed to the well a dozen meters away. Jiang Ling saw debris falling from there, some of which was still glowing faintly blue.
"They seem to still be radiating! Are we okay?"
"You've been directly hit by a nuclear explosion, are you still afraid of this little radioactivity?" He was wearing a mask, and a muffled voice came out from it.
Jiang Ling activated her "oil film shield" and cautiously approached the dust. As the dust drifted near her, it seemed to be deliberately avoiding something. They moved away, forming an arc-shaped edge on the ground.
"It seems that your shield is effective!" Li Wenjia's voice came from a distance. In just a short while, he retreated a long way.
"If you have the guts, don't go back to the tent! And take my bag with you!" She was so disappointed with him.
Then Li Wenjia saw her start to take off her clothes: "Hey, are you going to turn into that thing?"
"Yeah, I want to try that shield."
Jiang Ling had transformed into a succubus. Li Wenjia estimated she was about three meters and four feet tall. That size was a bit too big for the well, but it wasn't a problem. She activated her powerful shield and used anti-gravity to forcibly expand the well. It took only five seconds to reach the surface.
A moment later, Li Wenjia saw, through the shared vision, a massive mushroom cloud appearing a few kilometers away, and numerous missiles being intercepted by laser weapons. He felt immensely ashamed that his former comrades were still holding fast on the front lines.
Jiang Ling found a decent shelter, unmasked his beast form, and shared his vision with the guy underground. "Hey, can you hear me? Help me calculate the data for those missiles. I'm about to start!"
"Here we go! Can you connect the other two too?"
"It's too far away, and I can't see the monster form!"
"Okay, let's get started. First, try this. Look up, then turn fifteen degrees!"
It was a tactical nuclear missile, so far away that the interceptors hadn't locked onto it. To Jiang Ling, the missile looked only the size of a grain of rice. She tried her best to track it with her eyes, fearing she'd lose it if she wasn't paying attention.
"Can you do it? The atmospheric disturbance is very strong! If you're any further away, you won't be able to hit it!"
"Alright, speed Mach 23, direction 31 degrees west of north. Any more accurate or you'll have a brain fry!"
"Okay!" Jiang Ling raised her hand, formed a heart shape, and then pointed the lower tip of the heart at the grain of rice in the sky. She silently said "pop" in her mind, and a point of light quickly condensed near her and then suddenly disappeared.
A few seconds passed and nothing happened, but she was not discouraged.
After a few seconds, she felt that her ability had cooled down, and she aimed at the rice grain again, but this time with a slight advance.
“Bang!”
In the next second, the high-speed flying missile exploded instantly, and then disintegrated into several fragments due to atmospheric resistance. The fuel that had not yet been completely burned dragged several dark yellow trails in the sky.
"Success, the interception success rate is 50%! Quick, next one!" She yelled in Li Wenjia's mind, as excited as a little kid.
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop arguing, or I won't count it! The next one is..."
"It worked in one round this time! My success rate has improved!"
"Next......"
. . . . . .
The two of them kept making noise until the evening. Amid Jiang Ling's ridicule, the exhausted Li Wenjia finally couldn't hold on any longer: "My aunt, let's go back quickly!" He still underestimated Jiang Ling's physical strength.
They intercepted a total of 31 missiles, with an overall success rate of approximately 88%. This efficiency rate essentially defeats all existing anti-missile weapons and is comparable to space-based anti-missile laser satellites. Li Wenjia's comment was, "You need a few supercomputers, otherwise your pig brain won't be able to hit a single target!"
On the way back, Jiang Ling followed his advice and flushed the sewer with water. Although the water had a strange smell, it had not yet been contaminated by nuclear radiation.
After returning to the tent, the two used a terminal to test for nuclear contamination. Jiang Ling's radioactivity was only less than 50 percent higher than normal, and it was still decreasing. However, Li Wenjia had a slight bump on his head, so when they met again the next day, he had a bald head.
"They said they're ready to assign jobs! I'm back to my old job," Huang Yun told the other two people in the tent that night. She had found a job taking care of children that day. Jiang Ling was a little incredulous. Weren't those people afraid that this person who had both "beauty" and "monster" would eat the children?
"This way our family will have an income, 45 points every month," she continued.
"What about her?"
"She's in elementary school, second grade." Huang Yun deadpanned, remarking on this, the most terrifying thing for Jiang Wenwen. Is it reasonable to ask someone with a bachelor's degree who hasn't read in 30 years to go back to elementary school?
"I think it makes sense! It's a good opportunity to reshape our worldview." Huang Yun emphasized his tone, and the atmosphere became ominous.
"What about me?"
"Haven't you found something to do?" Her expression suddenly changed, becoming somewhat kind, but this gave Jiang Ling goosebumps.
. . . . . .
"Which unit does the air defense and anti-missile force of the NT0603 station belong to? They are so strong, their success rate is much higher than ours. If we have the chance, we must learn from their excellent combat experience!" A political commissar in the nuclear shelter said to several senior generals in front of him.
It was the night of May 9th, and the number of surface-to-surface missiles in the sky had decreased significantly. They discovered that many of those missiles were not directed at them. At first, seeing hundreds of missiles launched at once, they felt very stressed. But now it has become much better, and they are no longer as flustered as they were at the beginning.
But according to the instructions from above, this is just the beginning, and the big thing is yet to come. So they are now very much hoping that some combat heroes will emerge to help boost morale.
"Ahem! Comrade Political Commissar, that unit was wiped out this morning. We still don't know who is helping us!" A comrade who knew some inside information answered, and this sentence caused a silence at the scene.
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