Chapter 89: Deliver a Gift
The transmission began, echoing loudly over the base below. "Attention, survivors! This is Caribbean base, the largest survivor base. We come equipped with sixteen anti-surface missiles and are capable of launching devastating attacks. You have ten minutes to surrender all your technology and technological creations. Resistance is futile! Failure to comply will result in missile strikes, and the use of intercontinental or even nuclear weapons cannot be ruled out. Do not test our patience." The arrogance in Jock's voice was clear, each word dripping with the certainty of their supposed dominance.
Zack arrived above NYC City, cutting through the skies at Mach 4.5. The moment he approached, the broadcasts of the F-15s reached his ears. Hearing their demands, Zack couldn't help but chuckle at their ignorance. "Ego, is it April Fools' Day?" he asked dryly.
"No, Sir," Ego replied in its usual calm tone.
"Then maybe they're just retarded," Zack mused, his amusement vanishing as his expression darkened. Below, the two F-15 jets continued circling above the steel mill, oblivious to the danger looming overhead. Zack had deliberately refrained from activating the base's air defenses, curious about their intentions. But now, their greed had sealed their fate.
"Ego, activate the air defense—no," Zack stopped himself, a cold smirk spreading across his face. "I'll handle it personally." In an instant, Zack accelerated, his speed climbing to nearly Mach 5 as he raced toward the two jets.
"UFO detected! Speed... Mach 4.8!" The sudden alert on their radar sent the pilots into a frenzy. One pilot's voice crackled with panic. "Chief, there's something approaching—"
Before he could finish, Zack appeared. A small black dot rapidly expanded as it closed the distance, becoming a blur against the horizon. "Evade! Quick!" shouted one of the pilots. But it was too late.
Zack shot past one of the jets, the wind barrier created by his supersonic speed smashing into the F-15 like a physical wall. The sheer force shredded the aircraft, tearing it into pieces mid-air. One of the engines spiraled to the ground, engulfed in flames, while the pilots were instantly reduced to nothing more than a crimson mist.
Boom! Boom!