I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 263 - 261 Nuclear Strike

Chapter 263: Chapter 261 Nuclear Strike

"Can you drive a tank?" Zhao Ling asked Wei Tianyang.

He nodded. His three years of military training had enabled him to master the driving skills of most heavy equipment, from jeeps to large transport planes; he could operate them all.

The tank was no exception.

"I don’t know what model this tank is, I’ve only seen it a couple of times two months ago. I hope you really can get it started," Fujiwara Makoto still had some concerns.

"As long as the tank you created with Illusion Creation isn’t missing anything, there won’t be a problem," Zhao Ling said.

As she spoke, she propped her left hand on the inclined armor plate, gently jumped up, and stepped onto the side skirts to get on the turret.

"This is an M5 main battle tank, bought from the Sethiyan Federation by Libitelli. I can drive it. Just sit behind me where the ammo handler sits."

As Wei Tianyang spoke, he too jumped onto the angled armor and opened the driver’s hatch.

He reached out to pull Fujiwara Makoto up, but saw her create a small step under her feet and easily step up.

This ability was indeed very useful.

He let Fujiwara Makoto get into the tank first, then followed her in himself.

Inside, the tank’s interior was cramped but, compared to tanks from the previous generation, it was much improved. At least he could observe the outside through a 9-inch screen, instead of just peering through a narrow viewing slit.

Zhao Ling was already standing at the gunner position. Looking back, he could only see her long legs, with Fujiwara Makoto crouching beneath her—where the ammo handler would sit.

The three had just entered the tank when it suddenly shook violently; then, a loud explosion roared overhead like thunder.

Through the screen, he saw that outside forces had detected them and soldiers were attacking with rocket launchers.

"They have fighter jets airborne; we can’t stay here for long," Zhao Ling said.

As she spoke, she started operating the turret. Mechanical noises filled the cabin, followed by a deafening boom.

Wei Tianyang looked at the screen and saw a flash of white light as a red fireball shot out, hitting a black armored vehicle 300 meters away.

"No ejected shell casings," Wei Tianyang remarked as he looked back.

"No need, I skipped some steps. This tank doesn’t need refueling either," Fujiwara Makoto said, covering her ears.

"Come on, let’s head to the airport! Whoever blocks us, we blast to pieces!" Zhao Ling declared.

Wei Tianyang sighed and floored the accelerator.

With the engine roaring, the cabin was almost drowned in noise. They weren’t wearing tank crew helmets, which made their ears suffer.

Wei Tianyang gripped the steering handles, feeling the tank suddenly accelerate. The crushing sensation of the tracks over the road was transmitted up to his buttocks and hands, bringing a comforting feeling.

Once someone has driven a tank, they can’t be satisfied with a regular car—it wasn’t just bragging. A tank’s accelerator is either fully pressed or not at all; and unless there’s a river ahead, there’s no need to dodge obstacles.

With such a vehicle, the speed could rush up to 60 yards in a few seconds. The wild sensation from driving such a heavy mass at that speed was indescribable.

Wei Tianyang sneered and charged straight toward the armored vehicles, feeling a tremor in the cabin before watching the overturned vehicles on the screen like lions flipped by raging bulls.

What impressed Wei Tianyang even more was that after speeding up, the tank started blasting music!

"Star・Ring・Child

この震えた身体もまだ音を鳴らせる

あの小かった頃の手が描く全てに

ノートからはみ出す願いがいた

手を振らない子供達が

終らせなかった"

It was a popular Japanese song sung by a young girl, incomprehensible to him, yet immensely thrilling.

The pink, animated tank burst through the tight encirclement on the road, perhaps beyond Fogen’s imagination that Wei Tianyang and the others could acquire a tank.

In this situation, the pair didn’t have to worry about Chen Ran’s superpower, Silence, and they could fully engage in battle.

As long as they break through the encirclement and leave Lusimin, they would be able to contact Yin Country, and Zhao Ling could use national power to intervene in Fogen and bring them all back.

In the far Sethiyan Federation, at the United Council Building.

Fogen, who was using the restroom, received a call—it was from Banlangen.

"Have they made a move?" Fogen asked.

"I’m sorry, President, they somehow got ahold of a tank and have broken out," Banlangen cautiously replied.

Fogen didn’t understand at first, and his hand shook, causing the phone to slip and fall into the urinal, soaking in the pale yellow liquid.

"I... fuck?" Fogen was stunned.

He cursed while he pulled out some tissues, picked up his phone, then threw it into the nearby sink and turned on the faucet to rinse it.

At that moment, Rees walked in, went to the urinal behind him, looked over at the sink, smiled, and said, "Slip of the hand?"

"Nothing’s going my way," Fogen shook his head.

He cleaned the phone quickly, rushed out of the restroom, and arrived in a secluded conference room.

"Whose tank? Who provided support?!" Fogen quickly asked.

"Hello? Oh, you’re still there... They likely used Fujiwara Makoto’s power, creating that tank," Banlangen said.

"The Heavenly Emperor of the Lingxian Sect didn’t work?" Fogen said in a grave tone.

"Perhaps this is where the value of the Witch plan lies," Banlangen responded.

Fogen fell silent for a moment, then hung up the phone.

His careful plans had gone awry.

He dialed another mysterious contact, who took a while to answer the phone.

"Your people seem to be of little use," Fogen said.

"..."

The other party didn’t respond.

Fogen waited briefly then, unable to contain his impatience, finally burst out, "Any explanation?"

"No rush," came a middle-aged woman’s voice.

"If they escape, my pressure here increases," Fogen said.

"What pressure?" the woman asked.

"The Libitelli experiment! Also, the matter of dealing with Zhao Ling... After they’ve left Libitelli with Fujiwara Makoto, what am I supposed to do?!" Fogen said urgently.

"It’s just a temporary setback; there will be other opportunities," the woman said calmly.

"What future? What lengths? My political career could well end over this!" Fogen hissed bitterly.

"Good luck with your re-election," the woman chuckled.

"..." Fogen’s expression darkened, showing a hint of despondency.

Been abandoned?

"Listen... there’s still room for maneuver... I need you to send someone more capable..." Fogen quickly negotiated.

"We’ll talk later if, by then, you’re still President," the woman coldly said.

Then, the call ended.

Fogen’s arm dropped limply; he clearly realized he had to face the impending media and political disaster alone.

He couldn’t accept this and his expression suddenly turned ferocious as he lifted his hand again and dialed Banlangen.

"Mr. President?" Banlangen said.

"Conduct a nuclear strike on Lusimin," Fogen said.