I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 180 - 178 Nuclear Bomb

Chapter 180: Chapter 178 Nuclear Bomb

At 1 AM, the coffee stall closed, and Wei Tianyang had already scouted several suspected drone chase locations, but he hadn’t found the target.

Du Ming was still on the road, unable to teleport like Wei Tianyang, having to rush through the front lines and cross the border into Azaha territory, which was quite difficult, so Wei Tianyang couldn’t blame him.

Without the high-altitude drone reconnaissance support, he could only first ensure Spencer’s safety and transfer him to a safer and more concealed location.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to stay by Spencer’s side, but rather, just before the drone crashed, it followed a suspicious convoy related to the nuclear mission, so he had to go and investigate as soon as possible.

Feinan City was dark under the lights. Even if local armed forces knew Spencer had escaped, they certainly wouldn’t guess that he was still hiding in the city, so Wei Tianyang boldly left him in a guesthouse and sent the address to Du Ming.

He saw in Spencer traits of Yaha’s ambition, as well as Zhao Ling’s cunning and restraint. Spencer also seemed to have certain expectations of him and a rising favor.

Wei Tianyang remembered the advice Zhao Ling gave him, "Make more friends, especially those with high status, power, wealth, and talent. One day, they will be of great use."

He was also willing to make friends like Spencer, even if their relationship was mutually exploitative.

Wei Tianyang was gradually understanding that his own power was a multiplier; whoever hitched a ride with him, any dream or ambition had a great chance of realization, so he held the initiative and the choice.

Before leaving Feinan City, he flew over the factory once more and saw a small armed force conducting a search—roughly counting, one armored troop carrier, eight infantry, just a small armored reconnaissance squad.

He didn’t bother with them. Killing this group would only bring more, and it would make local armed forces believe that the enemy was still hiding in the city.

After observing briefly, he dived back into objective reality, fluttered his wings, and flew towards the suspected crash site on his cellphone.

Arriving once again at those coordinates, he simply flew directly at a hundred meters high, looking down from above.

This time, with the help of the low hills on the ground, he could fly a bit higher, covering a larger area, and finally found the drone wreckage in a series of rolling ravines.

The big guy was head down, half its body shattered, its tail slanted against a small dirt slope. To reduce weight, the drone was made entirely of special plastic and also used low visibility paint. Whether in subjective reality or objective reality, lying in the shadow of that ravine, it was not easy to spot, no wonder he couldn’t find it on his previous attempts.

The drone hadn’t exploded after crashing; the built-in battery pack was still intact, but the remote control circuit boards and chips were definitely all burned out, and the camera mounted on its head had long been smashed into pieces.

After searching around, he finally found the other half of the camera module about forty meters away in the muddy ground and extracted the small memory card.

And just then, a gunshot sounded from his southwest, followed by a flare flying up into the night sky from below the horizon and bursting loudly, lighting up the surrounding area as bright as day.

Then came a series of vehicle engines gradually approaching.

"What a coincidence," he muttered to himself.

He quickly dug a small hole with the Bone Knife under his feet, threw in the cellphone and buried it, then poked two small holes to ensure the microphone was not blocked, and shifted into objective reality, relocating to a thousand meters away.

After shifting out of objective reality, he put on his headphones and lay in the shadows on the ground.

In a few minutes, the convoy arrived near the cellphone. Due to the distance, the connection to his headphones was intermittent, and he had to cautiously move a bit closer.

"There," he whispered.

A soldier got off the vehicle, seemingly standing beside the drone wreckage.

"Tell headquarters, we found an enemy drone. But the heat source we detected just now with the handheld drone has disappeared," another soldier said.

Then there was a series of meaningless clicking sounds, which must have been the group of soldiers trying to find the photography storage module from the wreckage of the drone.

"Let’s launch our drone, the target might still be nearby," said someone who seemed like a commander.

Wei Tianyang’s eyes lit up, thinking this wouldn’t do, he immediately shifted into objective reality, taking advantage of the pause in time, flew above the convoy, and scrutinized these people closely.

The dark shadows showed that it was a small team composed of three jeeps, totaling twelve people. Their vehicles appeared as black shadows in objective reality, so Wei Tianyang couldn’t do anything.

These people clearly hadn’t noticed his phone buried in the soil, only focusing on using drones to scan the surrounding area.

Wei Tianyang didn’t want to kill them yet. These people had arrived so quickly which meant there could be a camp nearby, or they were split from a massive convoy... All these could be related to a nuclear weapon.

Wei Tianyang sneaked under their jeeps, shifted out of objective reality, and lay there under the vehicle, waiting until, after about fifteen minutes, the drone operator retrieved the equipment, and everyone got into the vehicles before he shifted out again.

He hurriedly dug out his phone, kept shifting in and out, closely following the three vehicles. After about an hour, Wei Tianyang finally arrived on the outskirts of an abandoned airport in the wilderness.

There were no sentries around the airport, which looked like ruins from the outside.

He landed on the rooftop of the terminal building and carefully observed the surroundings.

This place wasn’t the frontline, but obviously, it had suffered massive destruction, and there weren’t few guards.

The tarmac was empty; half of the runway had collapsed, buried in the ground. The terminal building was pitch dark, the lighthouse had rusted into a postmodern art statue, but light was seeping from the airplane hangars on both sides of the tarmac.

Wei Tianyang confirmed that this had been a military airstrip because he saw no passenger terminal, and the size of the airplane hangars clearly wasn’t meant for commercial jets.

He crossed the airplane runway in objective reality and landed in front of the brightly lit airplane hangar entrance, boldly walking in. Inside, there were many figures, sitting or walking around, clearly guarding the place.

In the middle of this vast hall lay a large, dark container lying sideways, but it too appeared as a dark shadow, untouchable in objective reality.

Wei Tianyang could only first find a corner without any figures, then shifted out of objective reality to observe carefully.

He hid behind a tool room at the end of the hall, peeking out to see that in the center of the hall was indeed a blue container lying sideways.

He quietly walked behind the container, grasped the iron door handle with his right hand, pulled forcefully, and swung the door open. The next second, he immediately shifted into objective reality and rehid behind the tool room.

The squeaking, clattering noises alarmed some soldiers, who hurriedly circled to the back of the container but saw no one. Still, out of caution, they shone flashlights into the dark interior of the container, searched for a long time, saw no one, then closed the container door again. Wei Tianyang took advantage of this break to slip in by switching between the two realities.

The door was now closed; the container was pitch black inside, and his red eyes with night vision were inspecting the contents of the container.

It was a long box, about the height of one person, the width of two, and the length of three, suspended in midair by chains to prevent it from hitting the sides during transport.

On the right side of the box was a series of numeric codes, and above, a large nuclear symbol was prominently displayed.