zombie frenzy

Chapter 809 Laser Guidance

The command center was very busy, and the screens showed that the light spots were approaching rapidly, and there were only about 10 minutes left before the enemy arrived.

The only thing in this area that is still busy and cannot be evacuated is the command center. The nuclear battery is easy to handle. If the cable is broken, a dozen people can carry it away. However, the supercomputer is connected to too many cables. Yes, after regaining New York, they moved the supercomputers from several other universities, and gradually became a supercomputer community. Half the building is full of machines. If you want to move away, it is impossible to do it without a day. arrive.

"Electromagnetic waves, let them turn on the electromagnetic waves," the major said.

In the central area, around the administrative building, someone was squatting in a dark corner. Hearing the instructions from the walkie-talkie, he quickly pulled the handle. A dozen black machines began to make buzzing sounds, and the communication began to be cut off. There is no special channel to call at all.

"What else is missing?" asked the major.

The charging of the electromagnetic gun is over, and two hundred gunmen are guarding the roofs of the surrounding high-rise buildings. The personnel have also been evacuated, and the electromagnetic shielding has also been deployed.
For a moment, several officers in the command center looked at each other, wanting to say that everything was ready, but they always felt as if something had been forgotten by them, and no one dared to speak first.

"Report sir, laser guidance." A staff member was listening and suddenly said loudly, "The last time we attacked the dark night, we used laser guidance missiles."

"Damn it, we forgot about that." The major suddenly realized, grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Eugene, Musketeer."

Speeding gangs can plant hidden stakes here. With the close relationship between the United States and Europe, God knows how many spies will be hiding here. Maybe there are already countless laser guidance devices pointing at the administrative building outside.

"what happened?"

"Laser guidance, we suspect that someone will use a laser irradiator to guide missiles to attack, please bring people to search nearby."

"Shit."

"How do I find this thing? Damn it, we have more than a dozen buildings here, and there are dozens of buildings next to it. I can't count the windows alone. How do you want me to find it?"

Several officers were stunned. It would be easy if the enemy used visible light to guide them, but the original laser mode has long been banned, and now they are all special spectra. They don't have professional equipment in hand, so they don't know how to find them.

"Glasses, polarized sunglasses." The major thought for a while and said, "I can see this, but it's a bit blurry."

"understood."

Eugene and the musketeers were leading the people on the street to guard the final evacuation, put down the walkie-talkie, and Eugene took out a pair of glasses from his breast pocket and put them on his face.

"How is it? Did you find it?" The Musketeer asked anxiously, "Give it to me, I'll take a look."

"Don't make noise, I'm watching."

Youjin stretched out his hand to push him away, raised his head, and carefully inspected the buildings behind him. His eyes froze for a moment, and then he pointed to the distance and shouted, "I found it, go quickly, the tenth place of the Agricultural Science Institute The second floor, the fifth window from the left, damn it, and the ninth window on the eighteenth floor, the arsenal, the third window in the warehouse on the second floor, go."

In front of him were thin white lines, which should have been blurred and hard to distinguish laser light, but now, the radiation dust above his head covered most of the light, making these dim lights intense and dazzling. There are still a lot of dust particles falling in the sky, making these lights more obvious.

The musketeer looked in the direction he pointed. In the distance, in the air, there were faintly a few thin lines connecting the two buildings together. If there was no notice from the major, if you look at it casually, no one will see it To discover, let alone know that this is the laser used to guide the incoming missiles overhead.

"Go, go, hurry up, look around." Eugene slapped the roof of the pickup truck and roared.

The engine roared, and the pickup truck rushed out with him. Behind him, the musketeers were leading a large group of people towards the places that were detected. In the streets and alleys in the distance, there were constant guards pouring out to patrol, and quickly rushed into the building.

Two or three minutes later, the gunshots sounded, and the spies who heard the footsteps discarded the laser irradiators. They had nowhere to go, and they took out their guns to do unnecessary resistance. Only a few seconds later, the thin lines in the air disappeared. Good news kept coming from the walkie-talkie. The musketeer looked at the dead spy in front of him, and angrily kicked him against the wall.

He knows this guy, he is usually a very good person, there is nothing suspicious, and even the musketeers are going to absorb him into the search team and promote him to be the captain, but he did not expect that such a person turned out to be An Ye spies.

"Let me check his file carefully later." The musketeer said angrily.

After a full circle of searching, Eugene found at least a dozen locations of laser irradiators. Unfortunately, due to the inconsistent movements of the musketeers here, the gun battle started early, so that five guys escaped.

"It's okay, they can't escape," Eugene said.

In the command center, the supercomputer has started to turn back the surveillance video of those areas, and the frame-by-frame images are brought up. A few blurred figures are hiding and avoiding the surveillance position. They can't avoid the place, and they cover their faces and lower their heads. Head down, except for the figure, nothing can be grasped.

Everyone here knows that there are surveillance cameras in the city, and they are densely packed. How dare these guys walk around swaggeringly, and the few side faces they occasionally take are all covered with handkerchiefs, and the bloated clothes make people feel like men and women. There is no way to tell.

"Zha, this is the most important job, we must find them." The major shouted, "There are still 5 minutes, we must find them before the air strike."

No one knows if these guys still have spare laser guidance devices in their hands. If they want to avoid being bombed, they have to find them out as soon as possible.

The satellite is isolated by the clouds, and the enemy has no way to carry out precise strikes. Either laser guidance is carried out on the ground, or laser guidance is carried out by flying down the clouds. As long as they dare to show their faces and fall from a height of [-] meters, the electromagnetic cannon on the roof will definitely teach them what fear is.

The supercomputer was running crazily, the figure was extracted, the fat man bit the pencil, and his fingers tapped the keyboard rapidly, the figure in front of him became clearer and clearer, the bloated clothes were also removed, gradually forming several accurate 3D models, and then the large database Turn it on, and compare quickly.

On the other side, dozens of hundreds of surveillance cameras began to move, staring at the direction over there. As long as someone escaped, they would be captured by the camera every second.

The figure was panting, and ran wildly in the alley. The clothes on his body had been changed, and he was holding a rifle in his hand, looking back nervously from time to time.

These smart guys have long been prepared to retreat after failure. The routes they choose are all unmonitored areas. Occasionally, they can't avoid places. They directly choose to jump over the window and over the wall, and they left there in a short time. , dropped the rifle, changed clothes again, took a few deep breaths, pretended to be nonchalant, quietly opened the door and went out, mingling with the crowd evacuating to the shelter.

"Damn, where did they go?" The musketeer shouted loudly standing on the street.

"Give me a few more minutes, and I will definitely be able to catch them." The fat man said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The major looked at the screen, shook his head and said, "It's too late, retreat, Eugene, Musketeer, take your men and get out of here, the air strike will start soon."

"Shit." The musketeer stomped his feet angrily, looked up at the gray clouds, and finally said discouragedly, "Go, all evacuate."

As the last figure of the last pickup truck disappeared at the corner of the street, in the central area, the street became silent, like a world occupied by zombies two months ago.

A gust of wind stirred up the fallen leaves on the ground. The leaves rolled and fluttered in the air, flying tens of meters away before slowly falling back to the ground.

At an altitude of nearly 35 meters, dozens of aircraft flew rapidly in several formations. The dark gray fuselage and spindle-shaped shape were completely different from the F[-]. No flames were seen from the engines, as if they were silent. Breathing through time and space, there are a few missiles hanging under the belly of the aircraft, and more than a dozen aircraft, which are enough to blow up the buildings here.

The polar bear's aircraft can't be taken out. This time, all the babies dispatched at the bottom of the dark night are all the latest fighter jets. They use the material of the zombies to solve the superconducting problem. Relying on the magnetic levitation, there is no sound at all. Well, the last time New York attacked and retreated faster, these aircraft were not in the vicinity of the air attack, otherwise, with the attack capabilities of those carrier aircraft, they would have been shot down long ago.

"We are about to reach the target area, lower the altitude to 5000 meters."

"receive."

One aircraft began to dive and descend rapidly, and after more than ten seconds, it passed through clouds and stopped above the last radiation cloud.

"Start laser search device."

"could not find it."

"Can't find laser guide."

The team leader turned his head and looked down from the cabin angrily, gritted his teeth and thought about it, looked around from left to right, "Guided by the on-board illuminator, form No. [-] formation and attack."

More than a dozen aircraft started the second round of dives, and the gray radiation cloud quickly drowned them out. A few seconds later, the fuselage poked its head out of the clouds, and roared towards New York.

"Come on, come on." The radar operator shouted loudly.

A dense black spot appeared in the sky. A light spot in the radar broke away from the team and began to fly towards the direction of the military port. The distance of more than ten kilometers could pass by in a blink of an eye. When it got closer, the light spot spread out and became It became seven or eight smaller spots of light, and then smaller and faster spots of light appeared again around these spots.

"Missile attack." The radarman screamed.

"Launch the standard six air defense missiles." Gore said in a deep voice.

On the deck of the destroyer, several launchers quickly rotated and pointed to the open sea. Swish, swish, balls of flames sprayed out, and the missile, which was many times smaller than the Tomahawk, stopped in the air for a while, with long smoke trails, pointed Howling, rushed to those missiles head-on.

Bang bang bang.

The missiles collided and exploded in the air, turning into large groups of fireworks and blooming. One standard responded to an incoming missile, and the rest roared and chased those aircraft.

The anti-aircraft gun on the deck also turned, bang bang bang bang, hundreds of shells were fired in an instant, and a cloud of smoke exploded in the air. The sound of the sound, without waiting for the people on the bridge to cheer, a missile passed through the smoke and quickly fired at the destroyer.

(End of this chapter)