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"Perhaps this is destiny."

Mobius sighed lightly and said, "How about this, we both take a step back.

First, may you leave the UK. I swear in the name of the Bell Tower Guild that the British Government will severely sentence Sarah and Jacob Thompson after the fact, and under other pretexts, punish every bureaucrat who fanned the flames in this matter."

"Punishment? What kind of punishment?"

Li Cheng asked in surprise, "Is it demotion with a pay cut? Or transfer from the position? Or perhaps expulsion from the government ranks, moving through the political and business revolving door, to work as a consultant in a large corporation, earning tens of thousands of British Pounds annually?"

He shook his head, "My demand will not change: hand them over, or I will do it myself."

Mobius pursed his lips slightly, "...sorry."

"In that case, all ensuing casualties will be borne by the British side thems..."

Before Li Cheng could finish the word "elves,"

the MQ9 Reaper drone cruising at an altitude of 5000 meters received the command and aimed below, firing two "Barbatos" air-to-ground missiles.

This missile is the flagship product of the Prometheus Laboratory, and besides carrying 247kg of conventional high explosive, its warhead also contains specially-crafted crystal dust to suppress strength.

Upon hitting the target, it forms a purple column of smoke that significantly reduces the spiritual power recovery efficiency of those who inhale the smoke, specifically designed to capture Transcendents and Extraordinary Creatures.

Whoosh—

Dazzling flames fell from the sky, like a meteor.

Li Cheng stood still, not even turning his head.

Boom!

The two Barbatos air-to-ground missiles exploded in midair, lighting up the Thames River like daylight with their brilliant fireballs.

The loud noise finally awakened the slumbering London citizens, who groggily climbed out of bed and looked out the window, only to see mysterious, glowing purple smoke columns appearing in the sky over London.

A mechanical swarm floated within the smoke columns.

The mere two 247kg high explosives didn't even scratch its chitinous shell, and as for the crystal dust in the smoke, it was completely immune by closing its respiratory pores and activating internal air circulation modes.

"Mom, what is that?"

Similar questions arose in the minds of London citizens and the elites of Whitehall.

In the next second, the mechanical swarm looked up to the sky, the floating engine at its chest lifted the gravity limitation, and the chimney-like vector nozzle on its back erupted with flames, propelling it to accelerate rapidly to Mach 2.8, straight into the clouds.

Five seconds later, the mechanical swarm ghosted through the clouds, expertly intercepted right in front of the Reaper drone, with its giant sickle falling motionlessly, slicing the 11-meter-long airframe from head to tail like cutting through tofu.

"Tracking of target 02 is lost, repeat, tracking of target 02 is lost."

105 kilometers northwest of London, inside an E-737 Wedgetail early warning aircraft that had taken off from Blazeton Royal Air Force Base,

the operator looked at the radar interface where a light dot disappeared, his voice unable to conceal panic.

The mechanical parts of the swarm would have been detected and scanned by the MESA multi-function electronic scanning phased array radar.

But as the swarm moved its body and extended its own chitinous shell to cover itself like an eggshell,

this organic polymer material comparable to radar stealth coating perfectly shielded the radar model, vanishing from the early warning aircraft's view.

Click.

In the high-altitude clouds, the second pair of limbs of the swarm flexibly and lightly took up the remaining two air-to-ground missiles seized from the Reaper drone and mounted them on its shoulders.

Li Cheng used the pre-reserved universal interfaces of the Assembly Puppet to steadily clamp the missiles.

The foolproof hacking program from Whale Song, driven by the will of the mechanical swarm, hacked into the missiles, tampering to seize control, and launched them towards the E-737 Wedgetail early warning aircraft.

The two missiles slid into the clouds, and the swarm then turned downward, diving straight towards the ground.

Its six pairs of limbs, resembling balance wings, carried the swarm to land accurately back on the north bank of the Thames, at the Revenscott Park substation.

Its semi-mechanical tail inserted into the substation, drawing electrical energy.

From its back, rod-like pillars rose up.

Zzz—

The electromagnetic pulse spread outwards, centering on the mechanical swarm.

Wherever it reached, substation relays self-ignited, grid smart controllers burst, nearby streetlights all extinguished, and residents' phones, computers all went black.

Cars still driving on the road lost control due to the burned ECU electronic control units, either crashing into buildings or colliding in series.

Meanwhile, the AH-64E Apache and Grey Kestrel reconnaissance helicopters circling in mid-air plummeted like kites with broken strings.

By this point, the air power of the Royal Air Force of the United Kingdom above London was completely cleared away, yet the mechanical swarm was still dissatisfied. It pulled out its long tail and once again flew up high, facing east, hunching its back.

The hunch wasn't to bow, but to... reveal the biological electromagnetic cannon on its back.

The large electromagnetic cannon procured from the biochemical laboratory, now mounted on the swarm's back, aimed its long barrel at the fleet at the mouth of the Thames, 60 kilometers east of London.

Boom boom boom!

The electromagnetic cannon fired repeatedly, launching metal projectiles at an initial velocity of 7.3 Mach, hitting the Royal Navy fleet of the UK one by one as if taking attendance.

The steel ship named HMS Dauntless (D33) was like being struck by an invisible giant hammer, rocking back and forth on the sea surface.

The sailors in the cabin were first knocked down by the violent impact and stumbled up, only to find they were still alive, with just a narrow gash on the forehead from hitting the metal conduit, bleeding profusely.