"What the hell is that!" Kensington L. Orland clung to the car window, staring wide-eyed at the chaos behind them. In this moment, he truly understood how John Connor must've felt being chased by the Terminator. His face was ghostly pale as he howled, "Is that a tank?! Terrorists have a tank? Terrorists actually brought a tank onto the streets of London to hunt me down? The world has officially lost its mind!!"
Rumbling thunderously, the war machine burst from the inferno, prompting Jill Young to glance back with a look of surprise. The old professor’s description wasn’t quite accurate—this steel beast chasing them wasn’t as heavy as a real tank (no way a forty-ton main battle tank could just roll down city streets without wrecking the road). But the sheer presence of this monster was every bit as intimidating. No main gun, but it was even bigger than a tank.
Its roaring treads crushed everything in their path, and its exaggerated battering ram was like something off a polar icebreaker. Jagged spikes and launch ports jutted skyward, and its jet-black paint turned it into a mountain charging through the night. Nothing on this road could stop it—cars, streetlights, railings—all reduced to rubble beneath its tracks.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—those freaks leapt onto the black war machine, wild-eyed and hot on their heels.
Thump-thump-thump! The roar of helicopter rotors sliced through the air, closing in fast. Three armed military choppers from London’s forces swooped in, fully loaded and bristling with firepower. The command center had spotted the rampaging steel monster right away.
"Take it down!!"
The military commander immediately gave the order. By any measure, that steel monster was a much bigger threat than the ordinary SUV fleeing up ahead. The attack choppers locked onto the big bad villain right away.
"Roger that." The pilot’s eyes were cold as he scanned the street below. To an attack chopper, most tanks were just big metal targets—air-to-ground missiles could blast right through those fancy tin cans. The tank’s flimsy roof was barely tougher than a sheet of foam when hit from above.
But just then—whoosh! Two blazing beams shot skyward from the steel war machine’s roof.
Boom! The beams exploded in an instant, unleashing a blinding shower of light that blanketed the whole street. The glare was so intense, even the Thames River at night was lit up clear to the riverbed.