Having navigated the Hollywood film industry for ten years, he has consistently held the top position—becoming the most popular director in Hollywood, a status that no one has managed to challenge throughout that decade. The mere arrival of Gao Liang made him feel uneasy. Only by eliminating Gao Liang did Luke Berel feel secure, believing that his title as the number-one director would remain unshaken. The projectile employs a range-extended engine for propulsion, effectively addressing the significant lateral wind drift issues encountered during rocket-assisted range extension. Under conditions of 1,000 meters range and 6 meters per second lateral wind, wind-induced deviation becomes negligible, greatly simplifying the firing procedure and enhancing accuracy. Additionally, the rocket projectile features a tandem warhead combined with an electronically timed mechanical fuze. Upon impact, the front warhead detonates the reactive armor, followed by a precisely timed delay that triggers the main charge to destroy the primary armor, achieving optimal penetration performance. Thanks to this two-stage detonation technology, the projectile delivers strong penetration power, with a vertical penetration depth of up to 800 millimeters—exceeding the thickness of NATO's heavy three-layer targets equipped with reactive armor—and maintains effective post-penetration effects. The rocket round's warhead employs self-forming penetrating technology, achieving a penetration of 400 millimeters at a 55-degree impact angle. After penetration, it carries over 120 steel spheres and combustible zirconium metal particles, providing both lethal impact and incendiary effects. With a dense kill radius exceeding 25 meters and an effective range of up to 2,000 meters, it serves as an effective weapon against light armored vehicles, infantry fighting vehicles, field fortifications, warehouses, and enemy personnel. It is clear that Lucibel is both resolute and ruthless. To eliminate Gao Liang completely, he has deployed such powerful rocket rounds and has mobilized his entire private mercenary force—over a hundred men, each carrying a rocket round, utilizing both demolition and multi-purpose rocket rounds, aiming to eradicate Gao Liang entirely. After Lu Kebeil's gunshot, one hundred private mercenaries—both white and black—each armed with shoulder-mounted rocket launchers, activated their launch mechanisms and targeted the distant motorcycle. "Boom!" A massive flame erupted from the rocket launchers, their honeycomb-shaped tubes spewing powerful jets of fire. Gao Liang's divine sight, though effective against missiles, proved powerless against these close-range rocket attacks—especially with over a hundred rockets firing simultaneously. What could he do? Mei Hui and Jing Zi were terrified, shouting in alarm, while Gao Liang remained remarkably composed. He fixed his gaze on Lu Kebeil, who now wore a fierce, grim smile, and roared, "I have become a god! My momentum is unstoppable—anyone who stands in my way shall perish!" The motorcycle immediately accelerated to full speed and surged forward. "Boom! Boom! Boom..." The hundred rockets unleashed a continuous barrage toward the advancing vehicle. The agile motorcycle maneuvered swiftly, weaving through the underground bunker as the rocket fire exploded above, its powerful blast detonating on the surface—though it had strong penetration, it only reached about two meters into the ground. Luk Bel was furious, shouting in agitation and immediately bellowing at his hundred private soldiers: "Hurry! Chase him! Remember—seize him quickly! Secure his head and claim a one-million-dollar reward!" Upon hearing of the one-million-dollar prize, the private soldiers were instantly energized and surged toward the bunker. The motorcycle darted continuously within the underground space, moving like a wild, untamed horse at high speed. The bunker's uneven terrain caused the surface to rise and fall. Meihui clung tightly to Gao Liang's strong waist, while Jiezu sat in front of him. Gao Liang stood in the center, his body pressed closely against the two beautiful women. The private soldiers had now spotted Gao Liang and sealed off every entrance and exit of the underground structures. "Boom!" A rocket shell exploded beside Gao Liang, sending a shockwave that sent Mei Hui flying backward against the wall behind him, while Jing Zi nearly fell off her motorcycle—thankfully, Gao Liang caught her firmly. "Ah!" Mei Hui's head was about to collide with a steel column in the basement. Gao Liang moved swiftly and nimbly, leaping off the motorcycle with a graceful arc. "Oh!" As Mei Hui screamed in desperation, she found herself unexpectedly pressed against someone's chest, her arms tightly cradled by strong, powerful hands—she was so close! The sharp steel column was just one centimeter from her face. If it had struck her directly, she would have been completely disfigured. With Gao Liang having stepped off the motorcycle, the bike carried forward by inertia, completely ignoring Jing Zi's efforts to steer it. Soon, it plunged into a deep depression beneath the basement. At the moment Zenko's cry reached its peak, Gao Liang lifted Meihiko and roared, "I have become a god!" Meihiko felt the rushing wind at her ears and opened her eyes—wow! Unbelievable! Gao Liang had lifted her entire body and was now flying through the air. The movement was faster than a motorcycle. When Zenko screamed in despair, Gao Liang carried Meihiko and landed them safely onto the motorcycle. Gao Liang gripped the throttle firmly and roared, "Stop!" Instantly, the runaway motorcycle came to a sudden halt with a sharp brake—extremely dramatic. The front wheel hung just half over the depression; if it had moved another inch, the machine would have been destroyed and the riders would have perished. Before Meihiko, Zenko, and Gao Liang could even catch their breath, an even more dangerous moment arrived. It was Lucibel and her hundred private soldiers who had stormed in. Their eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Block his escape route!" Lucibel declared with great confidence. "Where can he go? This depression—no god, no matter how powerful, could fly over it! Hahahaha!" Her face was A hundred private guards stood behind Gao Liang, their rocket launchers still slung over their shoulders, firmly locked onto Gao Liang. Mei Hui and Jing Zu covered their faces, filled with fear and despair! Gao Liang remained calm and composed. There is an essential difference between the heart of a god and that of a human; having attained the status of a god, Gao Liang could face any unfavorable situation. He turned to Mei Hui and Jing Zu and said, "Close your eyes! Hold my hands tightly!" The two women closed their eyes and each grasped firmly the left and right hands of Gao Liang. Amid the watchful eyes of Lu Keber and his hundred private guards, Gao Liang stepped decisively downward without hesitation. "Damn it! This Gao Liang really doesn't fear death! Quick! Rocket launchers! Aim them at the depression and fire!" Lu Keber was relentless, determined to bring Gao Liang to his knees and then to death. One of Lu Keber's private guards detonated the launch platform. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A massive jet of flame erupted from the honeycomb rocket launcher tubes, illuminating the entire basement with a brilliant glow, and a powerful wave of heat surged forward, making everyone feel the intense heat. The rockets exploded in the crater. Yet Luc贝尔 remained unconvinced. He kept shouting orders at his private military forces: "What are you all waiting for? Move! Move! Launch all the rockets now!" A hundred private soldiers were assigned to prepare and activate the launch systems. But as soon as the orders were given, gunfire erupted, and several of them were hit in the wrists. The shoulder-mounted rockets tumbled to the ground. No matter how advanced the weapons were, they were merely scrap metal without human operation. Just moments before, Luc贝尔 had been confident and laughing triumphantly. Now, he was stunned. He turned around and saw—wow! Without realizing it, the U.S. National Security Forces had appeared behind his private soldiers, each one armed and fully trained as professional troops. The U.S. National Security Forces were vastly superior to Luc贝尔's private military units. It's evident from the fact that every one of the hundred private soldiers has a wound to his wrist that the security forces possess exceptional shooting accuracy. Soon, all hundred private soldiers laid down their arms. One officer pointed at the trembling Luc贝尔 and shouted, "Hurry! Tie him up!"