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Chapter 78 Missile Launch
"What are you doing?"

Although I already roughly understood what Mo Yu was thinking, but now it was live broadcasting, and there were still big bosses watching!
This boring and ridiculous idea of ​​Mo Yu must be stopped!
Using chicken blood to consecrate hypersonic missiles, this thing has such a strange rationality in its weirdness.

"Oh yes! Forget it!"

Mo Yu raised his hand and handed the rooster to Lao Mo, turned his head and went into the room, and after a while, he came out with three sticks of incense, a stack of paper money, candles and firecrackers.

When he came in front of several people, he slapped the paper money twice, and the dust and incense ash on the paper money splashed around, making people cough.

"Don't tell me you really want those few things to be blessed by the missile!"

"Consecration? No!" Mo Yu was astonished, she didn't say she wanted to be consecrated!

And missiles and consecration, are these two things the same thing?
You damned feudal superstitions!
Such a fanfare of publicity!
"Then what are you going to do?"

"Worship to Sister Shuiwei!" Seeing the expression on Zhang Yang's face, Mo Yu suddenly realized.

Know where the problem is!
This guy is an inland northerner, not a person who lives in the sea, so he doesn't worship the Sister of the Water Tail!
Then leave him alone!
"Uncle Mo, let's go!"

One of them was carrying a chicken, the other was carrying a scented paper candle and firecrackers, and walked outside the door together.

Mo Yu squatted down to light the candle, then lit three incense sticks, bowed to the east, then inserted the incense sticks, and then burned the paper money.

Lao Mo circled the burning incense with the rooster a few times, then picked up the rooster and walked to the missile.

He took out a dagger and pulled it casually.

Then he took the cock and circled the missile, jumping with strange steps while circling.

Mo Wen, the royal cameraman, took all this very clearly.

The weird and harmonious scene followed the camera and entered thousands of households.

——"I don't know how to describe this weird and harmonious side, it's as outrageous as cultivating immortals with technology."

——"Praise the God of Myriad Machines!"

—— "By the way, is there anyone who can popularize science? Such a big guy wants to borrow Tianwei?"

——"According to the anchor's address and his personal habits, he should pay homage to Sister Watertail, because this is the closest to his home!"

——"Isn't it Mazu?"

——"That's the god of Hu Jianren. It's not very common in the sea province. It's across the province and across the sea. The signal is not good."

——"I actually want to know if this thing is useful!"

——"Don't look at it, this thing is more likely to be a form for the boss!"

Barrages flew across the screen, guessing one by one.

At this time, after sprinkling the chicken blood, Lao Mo came over with the chicken and handed it to Mo Wen: "Come on, Xiao Wen, take it, we can make supper later!"

——"Sure enough! This is a form!"

——"If the missile is successfully launched later, everyone will be very happy, only the chicken will not be happy!"

——"Kunkun me! I'm dead! It's all your fault!"

— "When will the fire be lit?"

——"It seems to be waiting for news from the Homeland Defense Bureau. This thing must be cleared, and there must be no fishing boats or cargo ships at sea!"

--"so boring!"

——"The last three 10 minutes to check!"

A barrage suddenly appeared. At this moment, the live broadcast room was directly set to the barrage off state.

And the hearts of those who saw this barrage tightened.

The big one is coming!
At this moment, a large group of people began to invite friends and companions, just to watch the hypersonic missile launch at this moment.

Zhang Yang has been paying attention to the news, but he didn't expect the bosses to be so carefree.

"Mo Yu?"

Next to it, Mo Yu stood in front of the console and manipulated the launcher to erect the missile. The faint blue light reflected under the launcher was extremely dazzling.

Then connect the live broadcast mobile phone to the console, and after the program is adjusted, it can be launched as long as the final barrage is obtained.

In the sky, three weather satellites are already in place, ready to monitor.

After finishing all this, Mo Yu turned his head and made an OK gesture with his right hand.

"Ready! Stand by anytime!"

——"The countdown starts in 1 minute!"

At this moment, more and more people watched the live broadcast, and the live broadcast room began to freeze.

But it didn't affect the launch of the barrage at all.

——"30 seconds countdown!"

--"three!"

--"two!"

--"youngest!"

— "Hole! Light a fire!"

The erected missile did not move, did not emit flames, and did not even vibrate.

In the next second, the missile was suddenly ejected into the sky, then ignited in mid-air, and flew straight into the sky.

The phone camera moved for a while, and the golden flame disappeared from sight.

The camera in the live broadcast room switched to a satellite view.

In its sight, a golden horse cut through the night sky and went straight up to the sky.

The satellite has been following the missile, and the two are relatively static.

——“What is the speed of this missile?”

——"Didn't say it! Didn't say it! The boss didn't say it!"

—— "Then why this satellite can catch up, there is only one possibility left, this is not a hypersonic missile at all!"

——"Actually, there is no need to worry about this. It is more than 500 kilometers from the Hai Province to the peninsula. It only takes a few hours to intercept the cold air on the sea surface."

——"When the time comes, you will know the speed by calculating the time!"

—— "Where are the friends along the way? Take a photo?"

——"Fuck that, the speed is so fast, and not everyone has a high-speed high-power camera!"

——"I really want to know what the news will say tomorrow? Especially on America's side, will he condemn it?"

——"I guess it will!"

In front of the Second Artillery's radar system, a group of people stared at the guy on the radar passing by.

The speed is so fast that people can't believe it.

Radar can follow, but only a little bit.

Only when this radar was discovered, it was already out of the monitoring area, and the next area was where other radars were working.

And then go round and round.

The radar chief gave up, went to the side, picked up the special phone, and began to report the situation to the higher-ups.

The rest of the people talked in a hurry.

"Is this thing really made by one person?"

"Where is the video, we still received the news in advance and asked to monitor it all the time, and there is no invisibility material in the material that the other party wants this time, so..."

"So what? Talk half the time, I hope you can only eat half!"

"This thing doesn't need to be invisible at all, so what if you see it, can you stop it?"

"Can't stop it!"

"The pressure of this kind of clear card is the strongest!"

In the East China Sea, a meteorological observation ship turned off all equipment. All personnel put on big cotton coats and protective clothing, held candles and binoculars in their hands, and there were some temperature measuring equipment beside them.

These devices all have one thing in common, they are all original equipment and do not require electricity.

Those engaged in weather monitoring also want a full set of automation equipment.

However, the goals of monitoring today are a bit different.

"Director, do you think that thing can really be made?" It was a young man wearing glasses who asked.

Next to him is his superior part-time teacher, who has to be called a title at work, so he can only be called the director.

"I don't know. In fact, someone proposed this theory a long time ago. However, limited by science and technology, it can only be said that he was whimsical."

"This time, it's done, that's a breakthrough in meteorology!"

"No, that's our missile breakthrough!"

As he said that, the director's telescope caught a ray of golden light in the target sky.

There are many other ships like them.

(End of this chapter)