Nuclear Bomb Blast Radius Miles の小説・ストーリー

"Iris, you're covered in blood. It's terrifying. Couldn't you have cleaned yourself up before coming back?" This time, I wasn't going to let history repeat itself. My gaze swept over Eliza's sanctimonious face, and I spoke coldly. "Lending him a hand is kindness, not a requirement. This tunnel was designed to withstand nuclear blasts—it can only be blown open with two specific detonators. Miss one, and all you'll get is a crack, and the 23 of us will rot here into puddles of sludge. "Even if people somehow squeeze through, the vehicles won't make it. That means walking almost 200 miles across a dead zone. Eliza, what do you think moves faster—your legs, or a radiation storm?"

In the penthouse Daniel whispered, “This guy’s crazy.” Vanessa shook her head slowly. “No.” She watched the screen carefully. “He’s desperate.” Leo zoomed the garage camera again. The containers were already wired together. The blast radius calculations appeared on the screen. Leo whispered quietly, “That’s enough to take out three city blocks.” Olivia felt her chest tighten. “That includes the hospital down the street.” Leo nodded. “And the power station.” Daniel looked toward the laptop. “So if that goes off…” Leo finished the sentence.

At the end of his endless fall through the thin, Vanadine’s feet hit the ground in Elaris and he rolled once before standing and turning to see the devastation Tommy’s bomb had wrought. The grass had been ripped and burned away in a semicircle from the edge of the thin leaving bare, blackened earth. After that the stems that did remain were flattened and singed. A three foot deep crater had been blasted from the ground where the bomb had gone off, throwing soil and grass up and out in all directions. The blast had carved a ragged circle in the landscape with the exception of where the thin sat, the area behind it left untouched.

When Mateo suddenly burst into laughter, he drew his brows together. “What is funny, asshole?” “Your mistake is pressing that button when you’re not at least ten steps away from her. She will blow up in just…” he tilted his head and then laughed out loud. “Five minutes? Five seconds? Five hours?” “Hey!” Zeke rushed at him and grabbed his collars. “What are you saying?” “The bomb is designed to blow off regardless of anything, brother. Now, you have just five minutes to get her away from the seat, or she’s gonna blow up,” he smiled.

"There's no need. I'll take it from here. Just bring her away!" The two knew how to defuse a bomb. Thus, they planned to take matters into their own hands. Belle furrowed her eyebrows. "Shoo. Don't disturb me." After saying that, she immediately submerged herself in the water to inspect the bomb on Patrick. The bomb was a highly modern small-diameter bomb. Although it was small, it had significant destructive power! Everyone in the venue would have died if it had gone off there. Even the buildings beside the venue would be destroyed.

Millions of people were going to be pushed into a vortex of chaos they could never have imagined. Her only disappointment was that she couldn't conquer the continent in a single blow. Her men had calculated that the bomb's effective pulse range was only about a thousand yards. After that, the wavelength at which it detonated decreased and no longer had the same effect. Thailand would suffer first, followed by the rest of the world. A few others might notice something unusual in their heads, like a synapse misfiring or something, but they are unlikely to succumb to the insanity that possessed those closest to the weaponry.

Hayley pulled the red button out of her inventory. The moment it appeared in her hand, she felt a massive presence hidden deep beneath the ocean, waiting for her command at any moment. That was…her nuclear missile. Damn. She had hit the jackpot. Now, she owned a nuke! A top-tier doomsday weapon! In reality, nuclear weapons aren't quite as terrifying as the stories make them sound. One missile can erase everything at the blast center, but the actual damage radius is limited. Anyone deep underground or far enough away can survive.

Sam’s blue interface dimmed slightly. “In the event of system compromise…” Static crackled. “…the command core will trigger automatic detonation.” Bella’s eyes widened instantly. “A self-destruct sequence?” “Correct.” “How powerful?” I asked quietly. Nobody answered immediately. Then Sam finally spoke. “Estimated blast radius: approximately seventy-two miles.” Several people went pale immediately. My jaw tightened. A bomb powerful enough to erase entire cities. Banks spoke slowly through the phone. “If that thing detonates—” “Millions die,” Sam finished.

It was now mere ruins, its original state lost to us, which left me wondering about the level of damage that the volcanic eruption had caused. The nuclear power plant was actually still quite far away from Hiroshima. Though it was supposed to have defensive purposes since it was built in the middle of the channel, it only goes to show how devastating the nuclear bomb before had been given its current state. Despite that knowledge, seeing it still left me exceedingly stunned.

~ZZZZZZZZZZZZ~ The very moment the cube touched the ground, blue electricity flashed in a radius of 4mts followed by a zappy noise, all the pishach in the vicinity of 4mt dissolved like a large scoop in an ice-cream brick, a big hole cropped up in the middle of the swarm. Frankie was a person who always had a passion for tools and weapons, so he took charge of distracting them with the help of his most favorite tools — 'Disintegration Bombs'. These bombs, as the name suggests, disintegrates the victim into uncountable ions and molecules. The bombs had a fixed range of 4meters. Everything in the vicinity vanished into oblivion.