Chapter 270 The bullet flew towards the newly arrived inside, the third brother was flustered. (Ch 270)

(ps: I was locked up in a small dark room for several days before being released)

The most panicked are some European countries.

Due to their geographical disadvantage, they lack the long-range radar system to directly monitor India’s missiles, and can only rely on fragmented media reports and online information that is difficult to distinguish between true and false to piece together a vague picture of the “Agni-5” missile out of control.

“Damn it, what the hell is Ah San doing!” The Gallic Pony slammed the table hard and paced back and forth anxiously.

“Where will this missile land? Will it fly to us?” The Italian President frowned, feeling uneasy.

The Prussian Prime Minister’s face turned pale, and he roared at the assistant on the other end of the phone: “Contact Ah San immediately, I want to know what is going on!”

Panic spread quickly, and leaders of various countries picked up the phone and tried to contact Ah San, seeking an explanation and expressing their anger and concern.

“Hello, Mr. Ambassador? What’s going on with your missiles? We need an explanation!”

“If this missile falls on our territory, you will bear all the consequences!”

“You must take immediate action.”

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Faced with pressure from various countries, India feels aggrieved and helpless. They are also trying to control the situation, but lack effective means.

Finally, it was Long Country, the United States and Russia that informed these European countries of the flight trajectory of the “Agni-5” missile, which made these European countries breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, eyes from all corners of the world are focused on New Delhi.

The atmosphere in the command center of the New Delhi Air Defense Force was extremely tense. On the radar screen, the out-of-control Agni-5 missile was approaching New Delhi at an unstoppable speed.

Inside the command center, there was first astonishment, then unbelievable silence, and finally deafening screams and curses.

“Damn it! Someone tell me what the hell is going on?!”

“How is this possible! There must be something wrong with the radar!”

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Can you believe being attacked by your own missiles?

After a brief confusion, a general slammed the table with a livid face and shouted hoarsely, “Intercept it immediately! At all costs, the missile must be intercepted in the air!”

A sharp alarm sounded through the sky, and after a brief panic, the air defense troops quickly entered combat mode. The launcher adjusted its angle, and one interceptor missile after another roared into the sky, dragging a long tail of flame, cutting through the air and heading straight for the out-of-control “Agni-5”.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the radar screen, praying for a miracle. However, reality ruthlessly shattered their hopes. Interceptor missiles deviated from their targets one after another, exploding into weak flames in the air, as if mocking their futility.

“Damn it! Why don’t our interceptor missiles work?” The general was furious. He grabbed the collar of a technician next to him and shouted, “Did you idiots get the parameters wrong?”

“Reporting to the General, we have checked it many times and there is no problem with the parameters!” The technician answered tremblingly, he was almost drowned by the general’s saliva.

“Then what is going on?!” The general was furious. He was like an enraged bull, wishing he could smash everything in front of him.

“continue!”

The air defense forces launched several interceptor missiles in succession.

Then a strange scene appeared. On the radar screen, the out-of-control “Agni-5” missile actually drew an arc in the air, bypassing all intercepting missiles and continued to fly towards the center of New Delhi.

Finished.

It’s all over now.

New Delhi, a city with a long history and prosperous scenes, was now in chaos and panic. The shrill sound of air raid sirens pierced the sky, like the horn before the coming of the god of death, tearing apart the tranquility of the city.

Whether it was the well-dressed, hurried office workers, the leisurely strollers enjoying life, or the taxi drivers rushing through the city, a shocking bright red warning message popped up on everyone’s mobile phone at almost the same time: “Missiles are coming! All citizens please go to the nearest air-raid shelter immediately!”

At this moment, panic spread rapidly like a plague.

The originally orderly streets instantly turned into a living hell. Screams, cries, and car horns intertwined together to form a chaotic symphony that was terrifying.

White-collar workers in the company building fled their offices in a panic, their usually neat suits and ties were trampled into a mess; street vendors did not even bother to pack up their stalls and fled in panic, just to escape this dangerous area; taxi drivers ignored traffic rules and honked their horns frantically, trying to fight their way through the congested traffic and escape to a safe place with their families.

The whole of New Delhi is still in chaos.