Chapter 47 Countdown

Just as Mungo triumphantly recounts his perfect backup plan to Jay, the main computer in the basement facility at City Hall is telling Helena the same story. A bright red countdown throbbed on the console screen, and the interface was covered with alien text she couldn't understand. Still, the graphical interface and the countdown also told her that a super mobile fortress full of interstellar weapons in the universe was approaching Earth.

Helena tried to stop it, but she couldn't read the alien interface, and even the computer terminal on her wrist couldn't recognize the host's code. However, she discovered that although the host system was completely alien technology, it was still connected to the internal network of the building above her head. If she has access to the building's leading server, she can cut off the supply of resources to the underground host, preventing it from doing its job.

But as I said before, the security system of the World Federal Government Building is as tight as an iron barrel, and not even a mosquito can fly in. How can she bypass the obstacles and touch the central server on the top floor?

The elevation of the room's wall flashed into her mind.

As long as you remember the approximate location of the elevator hidden in the wall, it is not difficult to find. Helena quickly found the mechanism embedded inside the thin-sided as the agent agency erred, the small combination lock disk popped out from behind the wall panel. The lower part is in the shape of a palm print, which requires palmprint verification for visual inspection, while the upper part is a retinal scanner.

This lock must also be directly connected to the system of the government building, not to mention whether she can crack it, and even if it does, it is not a while. Fortunately, she doesn't need to worry about this mere electronic lock now. She returned to the previous room, picked up a seemingly high-ranking official from the seat at the bottom of the "Black Mercy" plant, and dragged it to the combination lock plate. She carried the muddy official by the collar to the lock plate, the latter still had a smirk of happiness on his face, and the corner of his mouth still had a slap.

Both verifications were successfully passed, and the hidden elevator door opened in front of her with a ding. Helena thanked the officer, then threw him aside and walked into the elevator herself.

In the corridor on the top floor Government Building, three men in black suits are waiting fide by the side in front of the elevator door. The number of floors on the electronic display skyrocketed all the way, and for a moment, they stopped at the number of the floor they were on. The elevator door opened with a sweet "ding dong" sound, and no one was inside.

The three walked into the elevator while talking about some work matters. The moment the automatic door closed, the huntress fell from the top, volleyed a knee, and hit a black suit on the forehead. Fainted. The other two reacted quickly and made moves without hesitation at the moment of the accident. Helena leaned back to avoid the punch of one of them, her arm wrapped around the other's arm like a flexible water snake and pressed to the back of the other's head. She gave an apparent drink and exerted her force, smashing the black suit to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, then slammed it on the lead before the other party could react. With just the right amount of force, he was knocked unconscious. Past.

In an instant, only the last of the three black suits remained. But his quality is also excellent, and this situation is entirely unhurried. He took out the dagger from nowhere, turned it in the palm of his hand, held it in his hand skillfully, and swept towards Helena with the whistling cold wind. Helena avoided two moves in a row and saw the opportunity to have the opponent's knife-wielding arm with one hand and the elbow of the other hand hit the bridge of the opponent's nose. The head of the black suit involuntarily tilted back slightly, and the movement was a little stagnant. Helena turned around and kicked around, and her body turned 360 degrees and kicked the opponent's chest fiercely. The black suit groaned and slammed heavily against the wall behind the elevator.

The elevator door reopened, and she stepped over the black suit lying on the floor, but when she was about to leave, she suddenly felt something was wrong. When she turned around again, she saw that the three black suits who had been brought down had all stood up again, mechanically moving their joints, and the bones made an uncomfortable sound of "kara."

Helena watched the faces of the three of them rapidly deform, the skin quickly wrinkled, two snake-like bones drilled along the cheeks to the top of the head, and the pupils turned green, reminiscent of extremely deadly poisons.

Three disguised aliens could hint at a worse outcome - maybe there are more in this building.

Helena pressed her almighty belt and subconsciously took two steps back: "Uh...Is it a little late to say sorry now?"

Right now, New York City.

The scope of the battle between the two aliens is expanding rapidly, and more and more areas have become disaster areas. The reinforced concrete buildings are as vulnerable as building blocks to the rulers of the world at war and the Kryptonians, who can jump from one side of a street to the other with a single jump and punch each other across Manhattan.

James Jerome is already a veteran pilot in the Air Force; he was the vanguard of the resistance to the Apocalypse army six years ago and survived the hellish battlefield. He seems to be one of the equally qualified pilots—the only survivor.

He hadn't received a similar task for many years - aliens were recklessly demolition in New York City, an era he thought had been lost forever in history, which reminded him that he had just landed on the fighter time.

At that time, he was a rookie who had just joined the Air Force. The mission's target was an alien making trouble in Metropolis; maybe it was called Kadom or some other planet, but he couldn't remember clearly. All he remembered was that the guy was big and complex as a rock. He mustered up the courage to shoot two air-to-surface missiles at the thing, but the effect seemed to be nothing more than tickling the guy.

Then the alien monster spewed a high-concentration energy beam from its mouth. He tried to avoid it but was still hit by the wing. Unfortunately, the seat's damn ejector lever got stuck again, preventing him from parachuting out before the burning fighter made close contact with the ground.

That would have been the end of his short flying career if Superman hadn't appeared at that moment.

James can still vividly recall the day he first met Superman; every detail of it was as clear straight forward it was etched into his mind. He remembered that Superman caught up with the diving fighter at incredible speed like a god and used his hands to support the fuselage to help it land smoothly. Then he opened the cockpit, looked at James with his magical smile, and said, "Are you all right, sir?"

He can never forget that day, never forget that moment. He should have died there, and Superman kept him flying for many more years.

So when he drove the supersonic fighter to New York again and saw the blue figure confronting Mungo, the red cloak flying like a flag, he couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a moment, as if he had returned to that day, changed again Back to the original rookie.

"Damn it," he couldn't help but mutter, "I knew you'd come back, and you'd always come back."

He said through the walkie-talkie: "Here is the owl; find the target! Repeat, find the target! Please instruct!"

"This is the white wolf. The characteristics of the strike target were wearing blue tights and a red cloak. It has been confirmed that the target is highly dangerous, and the use of destructive weapons is allowed, over."

James was stunned; his brain seemed unable to receive this instruction for a while.

"What did you say?"