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Chapter 609 - 583 Radiating Light
Chapter 609: Chapter 583 Radiating LightInside the helicopter cabin was a black carrying case, with the English words "Photography Equipment Special Box" written on the lid.
The case was 1.7 meters long, 50 centimeters wide and high, and weighed 230 kilograms.
Even in his strongest days, Mikhail couldn’t move such a heavy box alone, and in the end stage of lymphoma, it was even more impossible for him to move such a large box now.
His face was pale, sweating profusely, and even doing nothing, Mikhail looked like he was about to faint.
The helicopter landed inside the volcanic crater, not too far from the hiking trail because this area seemed flat enough.
It landed, and Mikhail pushed open the helicopter’s cabin door. He was the only one in the cabin, with no one there to help him lift the box out.
However, it didn’t need to be lifted since there were wheels at the bottom of the box.
Mikhail walked to one end of the box, exerted force slowly, and the aluminum-magnesium alloy box slid out, with the two wheels first slipping out of the cabin door, and then the box got stuck at the edge of the door.
Mikhail continued to slowly exert force, and the smooth box rubbed against the edge of the helicopter cabin door, slipping out with a loud crash and dropping onto the snow-covered ground.
The box didn’t deform or burst open.
Mikhail breathed out, picked up the large backpack thrown aside, took two steps forward, and then directly jumped out.
The ground was not flat; a volcanic crater is not very level, and now Mount Fuji’s crater was covered in snow, making it impossible to see the ground beneath the snow.
The rotor-generated downdraft blew most of the floating snow away, but stubborn hard snow still adhered to the scattered stones, and Mikhail landed on one of these stones as he jumped down, causing him to lose his balance, his body leaning to one side. But Mikhail didn’t fall to the ground; instead, he simply sat down on the box he had just pushed out of the helicopter.
The wind was strong and chilly, forcefully rushing into his collar, making Mikhail shrink his neck involuntarily.
The helicopter began to ascend, and the downdraft decreased. However, the altitude here was very high, so it took the helicopter longer to fly away, subjecting Mikhail to a moment more of cold wind.
Mikhail felt no symptoms of altitude sickness, although the altitude here was about 3,700 meters.
Dawn was approaching.
Mikhail could see the box clearly without using any lighting equipment.
When the box fell, it first stood upright on the ground and then completely toppled over. But it didn’t matter because Mikhail still had the energy to flip the box over.
Being so violent with something extremely important at such a critical moment is very Russian.
It was easier than imagined; just the first attempt, and he effortlessly flipped the box over.
Mikhail exhaled, nodded pointlessly, then bent over, opened two clasps, and lifted the lid of the box.
Inside the box was a green conical object.
A slender cone with a length of 1.5 meters, the circumference of the thickest end about 40 centimeters, not considered thick.
A medium-sized warhead of the Satan Intercontinental Missile, with a yield of 750 kilotons.
Originally very streamlined, the warhead’s tip now carried a rectangular box. It looked simple, but opening the box attached to the warhead revealed a mechanical filled with beauty.
There were no electronic components, just a purely mechanical structure yet an extremely reliable mechanical fuse.
It couldn’t preset altitude, nor could it be timed, no red and blue wires were provided, not the kind of fuse that could stop detonation by cutting a wire.
After just a glance, Mikhail closed the box because he didn’t have anywhere to sit without closing it.
He took out the backpack that had fallen on the ground, scratched his head, and then Mikhail took out a bottle of vodka he secretly put inside, placing it on the slightly tilted box.
The bottle began to slide down, but Mikhail quickly caught the slipping bottle, placed it beside his foot.
It was somewhat cold.
To be precise, it was very cold.
His fingers were slightly numb from freezing, making his movements not very flexible.
Mikhail breathed warmth onto his hands, then continued to rummage in the backpack, this time pulling out a box.
The box was not much bigger than a common shoebox, but opening the lid revealed a layer of folded black metal film. Mikhail carefully lifted it, lightly pulling with both hands, unfolding the metal film into a dish-shaped antenna.
Set up a delicate tripod, casually placing the antenna with attached wires to the side, Mikhail pressed a switch.
As part of the box lid, the screen lit up.
Mikhail exhaled gently, lacking trust in such delicate and demanding high-tech gadgets, but seeing the screen light up, he was pleased.
It began