I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 552 - 550: Underground Rails

Chapter 552: Chapter 550: Underground Rails

West Soil, a small country of Fileros.

This was a place not much larger than Chicken Snake Country, blessed with beautiful scenery, suitable for living, and its citizens were wealthy and generous. Almost all the world’s technology companies had registered their headquarters here, and it even hosted horse racing events every year.

At that moment, Wei Tianyang was floating in the high sky, ten thousand meters up, gazing down at the land beneath him, listening to the countless noisy voices in his head.

Even though he could fly up to the heavens and look down upon the earth with a commanding view, Wei Tianyang still needed to rely on modern human technology to recognize which country lay beneath his feet.

Smartphones, satellites, map apps... and don’t forget to top up the phone bill.

Without this trio, even if he had become the first person in human history capable of flying in the sky, Wei Tianyang would still be like a headless fly.

According to Lin Yan’s memory, a research center of the Human Cradle Foundation was located here, and furthermore, he had previously killed two members of the Superpower Special Department deployed by the foundation, who did not depart from this research center.

This meant that the foundation’s influence was not small; possibly, like the dawn of humanity a long time ago, its power spread across the globe.

He had only been in this small nation’s airspace for a few minutes when four fighter jets came flying in from the south.

Wei Tianyang didn’t pay any attention to them, searching below instead, and according to the waves of voices and images in Lin Yan’s memory, he found the research building of the foundation.

He dived down towards it, unexpectedly the three remaining fighter jets also followed in a dive after him.

As Wei Tianyang was not a jet, he couldn’t feel the targeting radar’s beams and lock-on, but he didn’t concern himself with such things either.

Seeing how seriously they took this, a playful spirit arose within him.

"Come on, follow me," Wei Tianyang laughed.

His figure, like a weaving shuttle, traced out a large arc in the air with the wind stream. Looking back, he saw that only two of the fighter jets had performed a maneuver and were still following closely behind him.

He continued to fly downwards, tilting his shoulder, and another jet gave up the chase, leaving only one behind him.

After all, man-made machines have their limits, and pilots’ skills vary too. The last fighter jet following Wei Tianyang was able to do three sharp-angled maneuvers in a short time, an impressive display of piloting skills.

Wei Tianyang turned and soared upwards, tracing a U-shaped arc. In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of a fighter jet still hovering above. His speed suddenly increased, turning into a blurred shadow as he shot upward. Only when he got closer could he see that the jet was gray in color.

Bang!

His entire shoulder rammed into the underside of the cockpit, breaking the plane apart like a brittle cookie. He moved so fast he felt nothing, hovering in the air for a few seconds. Looking back and around, he finally saw half of the metal wreckage spiraling down.

Then, a sudden burst of machine gun bullets shredded his suit. Turning his head, he saw a fighter jet firing at him.

He couldn’t blame them, as he had struck first, but the outcome wouldn’t differ much.

Wei Tianyang sneered coldly. The bullets ripped apart his shirt, exposing muscular iron-gray flesh beneath. Dark, gray light streaks flowed on his black right arm, extending out slender lines that wrapped around his neck and torso, the patterns like those of a zebra.

The large-caliber bullets from the machine gun sparked as they hit him, but they didn’t harm him in the slightest. To save his clothes, he had a thought, and a magnetic force field appeared around him, repelling the bullets under the magnetic influence.

At 1200 meters, the fighter jet began to take evasive action. Wei Tianyang raised his hand, and at that moment, the fighter jet halted in midair, going from Mach 3 to a complete stop. The pilot smashed through the canopy and flew straight out, his body already turned to a bloody pulp. After soaring through the sky for over six hundred meters, he then plummeted down.

He let go of the plane and saw another fighter preparing to retreat. He immediately flew over, reaching the fighter in only 4 seconds with a speed of 20 machs.

The pilot glanced at him, and Wei Tianyang smiled as he chopped at the wing. Then he watched as the fighter spun like a barrel and fell headfirst.

Whoosh, the pilot ejected from the cockpit and deployed his parachute below, looking like duckweed scattered by the wind.

Wei Tianyang stared at him, his eyes emitting a heated gaze, and with a swoosh, he sliced the parachute in half with his heat vision, and the pilot disappeared into the sky like a stone.

"It wasn’t my intention to involve you, so why insist on interfering?" Wei Tianyang said with a smile.

He descended from the clear sky to the streets of the city. Since his top had been damaged, he used his memetic infection ability to shield people’s perception of him. Even though it was a small country, the city he randomly landed in was almost as bustling as Georgetown. Wei Tianyang clicked his tongue in wonder, could there be such self-sufficient countries on Earth?

There happened to be a clothing store on the street. He looked down at his bare torso and the pants that were about to burst and casually walked into a shop. When he emerged, he had changed into a pair of jeans, put on a pair of hiking boots, a dark green jacket, and a pair of aviator sunglasses.

Clothed, he lifted the memetic cloak and strolled down the street.

The passersby were mostly white, with a few brown-skinned and black people. A squad of policewomen rode horses along the park’s greenway, and interestingly, their uniforms were crop-topped.

Wei Tianyang took out his phone, opened the navigation app, and, comparing it to the street images in Lin Yan’s memory, found the route she walked to work every day.

After walking for about ten minutes, a nondescript grey building came into view amidst a bunch of beautiful office buildings. It didn’t look at all like a foundation’s research facility.

But a single X-ray scan assured Wei Tianyang that he hadn’t come to the wrong place.

The 30-story grey building was bustling with researchers on the top 20 floors, and there were 10 more floors underground, filled with strange cultivation tanks. The building’s drainage, power supply, and waste disposal systems were all independent, not shared with any other structure.

As the saying goes, the deepest secrets are hidden in plain sight.

Wei Tianyang arrived at the entrance of the building. Although it was a street-front building, a small guard post was purposely constructed, separating the entrance with a grey wall.

When the guard in the post saw someone approaching, he came out to stop them.

Wei Tianyang waved his hand, and the poor man’s leg bones and spine folded six times, piling into a messy blood pancake, neatly collapsing onto the ground.

He looked up at the ceiling and then down at the floor, thinking that Fujiwara Makoto’s womb should be below. So, his body turned to iron, becoming heavy, and as the floor slowly cracked with fine lines, a sudden alarm blared throughout the building. Accustomed to such noise, his body weight reached 120 tons, and the floor could no longer support him, falling down with a series of heavy thuds, leaving crater-like holes in its wake.

As he plummeted, he transformed, growing over five meters tall into a black humanoid figure with a body covered in black, spiky arms, and a single horn growing out of his head, his face now featureless except for four crimson pupils.

He descended ten floors in one go and reached the lowest level of the building. The surrounding environment became increasingly strange. The first few floors were laboratories, but this last level was a station.

He saw three underground rail tracks stretching southwestwards in this vast space, rivaling the central station in Georgetown. Two tracks were empty, but at the far end of the last track stood a freight train.