harleyscars Chapter 75: Encountering a severe drought, several weather missiles were launched to force rain.
Chapter 75: Encountering a severe drought, several weather missiles were launched to force rain.
The dry, yellowish-brown wind swept through the valley, sucking the last drop of moisture from the air in Qingshui County.
Even the normally vigorous mutant peach trees suffered, with the edges of their pink leaves beginning to curl and turn yellow.
Taking a breath of fresh air, the dry, sandy taste went straight to my throat, like swallowing a handful of rough shards of glass.
Xia Anran squatted down by the flower bed with a pained expression, using a small spray bottle to spray water on the newly sprouted exotic flowers and plants.
Why is it so dry today? My mutant cherry tomatoes are almost dried into raisins.
Su Qinghan was wearing a thin silk nightgown, her long legs crossed as she leaned against the sofa.
She brought out the freshly cut chilled fruit, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.
This drought wind is particularly strange; the meteorological observatory in Shanghai has already issued a red alert for a once-in-a-century severe drought.
The two big stars, Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, even wore humidifying masks, afraid that the dry air would suck the collagen from their faces.
Lin Xian slumped in the rocking chair, scratching his hair which was messed up by static electricity, feeling his skin dry and tight all over.
There are two things he hates most in his life: clocking in at work and sleeping in an air that isn't humid enough.
If God doesn't send rain, then let's go up there and bleed it dry. Do you really think this Qingshui Divine Kingdom is a primitive tribe that depends on the weather for its livelihood?
Lin Xian was too lazy to go downstairs, so he simply summoned the azure blue holographic control panel in his mind.
With a casual swipe of his slender fingers on the virtual screen, he locked onto the hidden top-tier anti-aircraft missile silo deep beneath the manor.
The system pulled out all the stored weather condensation catalytic missiles and aimed them at the yellow dry cyclone above.
As Lin Xian gave his lazy command, a low mechanical roar echoed from the ground behind Qingshui County.
The heavily camouflaged mountainside suddenly opened up to both sides, revealing the bottomless steel launch array beneath.
Hundreds of heavy missiles, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, pointed straight at the sky like longswords stuck upside down in their scabbards.
In several meteorological monitoring centers far overseas, those gray-haired meteorological experts are staring at satellite cloud images with worry.
This rare Asian drought cyclone was so large that they tried all the models but couldn't find a way to induce rain.
A foreign researcher wearing thick-rimmed glasses suddenly pointed at the screen, his hand holding the coffee trembling like a broken bellows.
My God, hundreds of high-energy heat source reactions have just been detected at the coordinates of that mysterious Qingshui County in China!
Before the group of foreigners could figure out what was happening, the missile array on the back mountain of Qingshui County had already spewed out blinding flames.
Hundreds of expensive weather missiles transformed into a sky full of meteors, accompanied by sonic booms that tore through the air, as they plunged into the yellowish-brown stratosphere.
The powerful thrust drew hundreds of crisscrossing white plumes of smoke across the sky, shattering the sickly yellow canopy into pieces.
Ma Hualong stood outside the gatehouse, holding a thermos, craning his neck to watch the spectacular missile barrage.
He swallowed hard, feeling that his boss wasn't praying for rain at all; he was clearly waging war against the Dragon King.
Zhou Bapi and his security team cheered loudly, wishing they could sit on a small stool next to the missile silo and watch the fireworks.
Hundreds of weather missiles detonated simultaneously in the core region of the stratosphere, but no deafening explosions were heard.
Visible deep blue condensation catalyst spread through the clouds like a tsunami, instantly freezing the surrounding raging hot and dry air currents.
The originally indestructible dry wind cyclone was forcibly torn apart by this black technology that delivered a devastating blow, and water vapor condensed wildly within seconds.
The yellowish-brown sky was washed away, and the thick, dark clouds, like a water-soaked sponge, hung low over Qingshui County.
With a soft pat, the first raindrop, the size of a soybean, landed on the edge of Bai Qianqian's canvas.
Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began, filling the entire world with the crisp sound of rain.
This is no ordinary rainwater; it contains a rich life force unique to the system.
Rainwater fell on the mutated peach trees on the back hill, and the curled leaves, as if they had drunk their fill of nectar, instantly unfurled, turning a bright green.
The parched earth greedily absorbed the moisture, and the air was filled with a fresh, earthy scent mixed with the fragrance of soil.
Meteorologists around the world were stunned as they watched the real-time data transmitted back from the satellites.
They used supercomputers to simulate the massive drought countless times, but it was still impossible to solve. In fact, it was blasted away by hundreds of missiles.
This domineering approach of demanding rain by pointing at God's nose completely humiliated these bookish scholars.
The director of the weather station threw down his pointer, slumped into his chair, and muttered that physics no longer existed.
The video of the missile shooting into the sky was pushed to the top of the trending search list by netizens on the dark web.
The keyboard warriors' hands were trembling as they typed, and the barrage of comments was full of worship for the Qingshui Divine Kingdom.
The patrol team of elderly women, holding flowery umbrellas at the village entrance, happily danced the Yangko in the rain.
Holding his virtual wife's hand, Wang Fugui watched the timely rain and bowed towards the floating manor, tears streaming down his face.
In the suspended manor ten thousand meters above the ground, a transparent gravity barrier keeps out the raging winds and rain.
However, at Lin Xian's instruction, the system deliberately created an opening in the courtyard, allowing the rainwater, which contained spiritual energy, to fall into the backyard.
Raindrops pattered on the anti-corrosion wooden floor and bluestone slabs, producing a soothing rustling sound like white noise.
Lin Xian had several small bamboo and rattan stools brought out and lined up under the spacious eaves.
He was wearing a comfortable cotton short-sleeved shirt, lounging lazily on the middle bench, holding a cup of freshly brewed high-mountain cloud and mist tea in his hand.
The scalding hot tea steamed, perfectly balancing the slight chill brought by the autumn rain.
Xia Anran carried a small stool to Lin Xian's side, like a well-behaved kitten, holding a plate of freshly peeled pine nuts in her hands.
She fed Lin Xian a pine nut, her eyes crinkling into two beautiful crescent moons as she smiled.
Su Qinghan took off her high heels, her bare, fair feet stepping onto the wooden floor as she flipped through the rainfall monitoring report from the periphery of the special economic zone.
The domineering female CEO let down her guard at this moment, and as she listened to the sound of the rain, a rare gentle smile appeared on her lips.
Bai Qianqian took her paintbrush and quickly captured this heartwarming scene of sitting idly in the rain on the paper.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran simply set up a small stove under the eaves and roasted a few mutated sweet potatoes.
The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes mingled with the refreshing scent of rainwater, making the big yellow dog lying nearby wag its tail greedily.
Zhong Xiaoai and Tang Wu rushed into the rain with several glass beakers, excitedly collecting samples of the rainwater, which was rich in unknown energy.
Yan Guhong came out carrying a plate of freshly sliced braised beef and casually filled Lin Xian's teacup with hot water.
Everyone sat together, listening to the rain and eating roasted sweet potatoes, completely forgetting the mundane affairs of the outside world.
This kind of idyllic life, where you don't have to worry about anyone's opinion and can set off the cannon whenever you want, is the ultimate dream that working people long for.
Lin Xian swallowed the braised beef in his mouth, listened to the pattering rain, and drowsiness slowly crept into his brain again.
He was just about to lean against the wooden pillar behind him and take a nap when the holographic security radar suddenly emitted a soft beeping sound.
The torrential rain lashed the muddy ground behind the mountain, washing away the loose topsoil and causing it to slide downhill.
On a secluded, steep slope on the outskirts of the farm, rainwater gathered into a small mudslide that rolled down the mountainside.
Amidst the churning mud, a body wrapped in a silver-gray optical cloak suddenly rolled out of the mudslide like a tattered sack.
The figure had clearly been lurking in the mountains for a long time, but was caught off guard by the sudden artificial rainstorm, which even caused the wiring of the cloaking device to short-circuit and spark.
She rolled down the hillside, breaking several thorny, mutated bramble vines along the way.
With a dull thud, the graceful black figure crashed awkwardly onto the electrified barbed wire fence surrounding the special zone.
The strong static electricity made her convulse, rendering her optical invisibility cloak completely ineffective, revealing a cold yet exquisite face covered in yellow mud.
Ye Xiu sat in the computer room, watching the female thief hanging on the barbed wire fluttering in the wind on the monitor screen, and almost spat a mouthful of instant noodle soup onto the keyboard.