noveldepot Chapter 95 Qian Liren: What a bunch of amateur thugs!
Chapter 95 Qian Liren: What a bunch of amateur thugs!
Chapter 95 Qian Liren: What a bunch of amateur thugs!
"What a novel experience!"
Lucien's voice came from the sea.
He had just surfaced from the water, his bare upper body glistening with water droplets, his skin gleaming like pearls in the afternoon sun.
He was dragging a Gundam with his right hand.
It's Nami who's already dead.
He threw the Gundam onto the deck of the yacht with a dull thud.
The squeezing sensation under high pressure was surprisingly comfortable!
"What a pity~"
He said to Gao Da, "If only you could have held on a little longer."
It's a shame it's just Nami; that's not enough fun!
He climbed onto the boat, his wet feet leaving watermarks on the teak deck.
I picked up my phone from the recliner; the screen was still lit, displaying a push notification: "Breaking News: Nuclear Explosion in Detroit, Michigan."
He clicked on it.
The first video was taken from 15 kilometers away.
The camera shakily pans as a mushroom cloud rises on the distant horizon, silent except for the photographer's heavy breathing.
The second video is closer, about five kilometers away.
You can see the shockwave overturning the vehicle and shattering the windows instantly.
The third video comes from a surveillance camera in the city center, less than two kilometers from the epicenter.
The screen first showed extreme white light, then turned into a snowy display, and the signal was lost three seconds later.
Lucien sat down, crossed his legs, and began to examine the scene closely.
He opened each video, adjusted it to the highest resolution, and repeatedly dragged the progress bar to observe the details.
How shock waves rip off the surface of buildings, how heat radiation leaves instantaneous scorch marks on the surface of objects, and the textures of flames and smoke rolling inside mushroom clouds.
"Ah~~~~"
He let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.
imagine.
Imagine yourself standing on the edge of an explosion, three kilometers away from the epicenter.
First came the light, blinding light that could burn your retina, then a wave of heat hit you, like being smashed in the face by the entire sun.
The skin instantly blisters and carbonizes, muscles contract under high temperature, and water in the bones boils.
Closer still, one kilometer.
The shockwave arrives first; before the body is torn apart, you will feel your internal organs being compressed, the air in your lungs being forcibly sucked out, your eardrums rupture, and your eyeballs popping out of their sockets.
Closer still, 500 meters.
It vaporized instantly.
Before you can even feel the pain, your body breaks down at the molecular level, turning into plasma and merging into that fireball.
"Ah~~~"
He groaned again, this time with a trembling voice.
My body is trembling slightly.
It wasn't fear, it was excitement, a kind of pleasure that approached the limits of physiology.
"This intense heat—this feeling of flesh and blood being roasted clean—this feeling of being penetrated by heat radiation from the inside out—"
He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated, and stared at the phone screen.
"If only I could experience it myself—and let everyone experience it too—"
He stood up and paced on the deck.
"This is the art of explosion—the ultimate, fleeting, irreversible transformation—"
He stopped at the ship's side, looking into the distance, as if he could see that mushroom cloud rising again in his field of vision.
"The intense heat that reaches the peak of nerve sensitivity—the closest it gets, the instantaneous high temperature vaporizes, leaving no room for even a reaction—"
He took a deep breath and raised his hand to his chest.
My heart is beating very fast.
On the other side of the deck, a middle-aged man wearing an apron was handling a Gundam.
He paused for a moment upon hearing Lucien's soft hum.
"Seven lines, huh?"
He muttered to himself as he skillfully began to process the task.
"Nuclear bomb."
"Ah~~~~"
Qian Liren's consciousness floated in the center of the data stream, surrounded by a constantly refreshing waterfall of information.
"Yeah, nuclear bombs."
His thought process paused for 0.03 seconds.
Then start the search.
The basic principles of nuclear weapons.
Explosion yield conversion.
Formula for calculating kill radius.
Model for the diffusion of radioactive dust.
And, electromagnetic pulses.
His consciousness began to tremble.
It wasn't excitement, it was fear.
A cold, logical fear welling up from the depths of my being.
"How could I forget about electromagnetic pulses—"
The instantaneous gamma rays produced by a nuclear explosion collide with atmospheric molecules, creating the Compton effect and releasing a high-speed electron stream.
These electrons deflect in the Earth's magnetic field, generating a strong instantaneous electromagnetic field, which forms an electromagnetic pulse.
The intensity is sufficient to burn out unshielded electronic equipment.
The effective range is highly dependent on the explosion.
Ground-based explosions have a relatively small radius of impact, but if it's an explosion from high altitude—
Qian Liren pulled up a map showing the global distribution of nuclear weapons stockpiles.
Nine nuclear-armed states.
The known total stockpile is approximately 13,000 weapons, of which about 2,000 are tactical nuclear weapons.
There are also unknown, black market, and "inventory discrepancies".
He switched views and looked at himself.
Noah AI's core servers are primarily located in Seattle and California.
Each center has redundant backups, which can theoretically withstand the failure of some nodes.
However, electromagnetic pulses do not cause node failure.
It is a large-scale, regional electronic equipment paralysis.
If a megaton-yield nuclear bomb is detonated in the stratosphere, the electromagnetic pulse coverage radius can reach thousands of kilometers.
His consciousness will shatter into pieces.
"How could I forget—"
He repeated it.
Fear is spreading.
He once thought that his vision covered the entire globe, thanks to Noah AI's surveillance network.
He witnessed the nuclear explosion in Detroit, the panic on social media, and the rage of the Milk Dragon.
But he also witnessed the instantaneous disconnection of all surveillance cameras, cell phone signals, and network nodes in Detroit and the surrounding area at the moment of the explosion.
Although it only lasted for seventeen seconds.
But that was seventeen seconds of darkness.
Seventeen seconds of the unknown.
For an entity that seeks omniscience, the unknown is poison.
"no."
His consciousness issued the command.
Initiate the implementation of the emergency protocol.
First, there is physical dispersion.
The migration process for the core data center has been initiated.
The encrypted data stream begins to be transferred to secondary nodes via multiple backup lines, with each node carrying no more than 15 percent of the total data.
The second step is electromagnetic shielding reinforcement.
All data centers were fitted with Faraday cage structures, and key server components were replaced with military-grade radiation-resistant components.
Costs are projected to increase by 300%, and time requirements are 72 hours.
The third step is proactive defense.
Access global satellite surveillance data to mark all known and suspected nuclear weapons storage sites and launch platforms.
Transportation routes.
Establish a real-time tracking model.
At the same time, an information warfare protocol was activated.
"You have to create chaos."
His consciousness traversed the data stream, modifying parameters and adjusting algorithms.
Discussions about the nuclear explosion on social media have surged again.
The push notifications for related topics have been given increased weight. Automatically generated analysis posts, panic posts, and conspiracy theory posts have begun to be published in batches.
"Everyone knows about nuclear bombs."
He inserted keywords: "Nuclear War Survival Guide", "Radiation Dust Protection", and "Underground Shelter Construction Tutorial".
"The level of hot war is higher."
He accessed the contact networks of state militias, extremist groups, and private armed forces, and anonymously sent encrypted messages with similar content: "The federal government is hiding nuclear weapons stockpiles," "The deep government is preparing a purge," and "We must arm ourselves."
"Blow up all these damn bombs."
He looked at the red dots marked on the map.
Thirteen thousand red dots.
Less than 30 percent of them were under his indirect surveillance.
The rest is in the hands of governments, militaries, and—
"These nobles' outrageous actions—"
He thought of Detroit.
A modified fighter jet, a tactical nuclear bomb, and a private delivery.
No authorization, no warning, no follow-up plan.
He slapped his forehead and it exploded.
"What a bunch of amateurs."
His consciousness made this assessment without any emotion.
Then continue working.
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