pertwk Chapter 239 I have a bad feeling
Chapter 239 I have a bad feeling
Colorado border.
The US 101st Airborne Division and 4th Infantry Division have already built three lines of steel defense here.
Hundreds of M1A2 main battle tanks were lined up in a row. Behind them were dense anti-aircraft missile positions and self-propelled artillery groups.
A dozen F-22 fighter jets were circling high in the sky.
General Ster, the frontline commander, stood inside the armored command vehicle, intently staring at the radar screen through binoculars.
"Report! Target is 50 kilometers away! Extremely fast!" the radar operator shouted.
"All units, prepare!" General Ster grabbed the communicator. "Once the enemy enters firing range, you are free to fire! We absolutely cannot let it cross the defensive line!"
As the words were spoken, a black dot on the horizon rapidly grew larger.
With a deafening sonic boom, the massive Shoggoth tore through the clouds and hurtled straight toward the defensive line.
"Fire!"
Upon seeing the monster appear, General Ster gave the order.
Hundreds of tank gun barrels simultaneously spewed out orange-red flames.
The armor-piercing projectile tore through the air, instantly traversing a distance of several kilometers, and slammed into Shoggoth's body.
The sound of explosions was continuous.
The smoke completely engulfed that enormous figure.
"Hit!"
Upon seeing this, the soldiers couldn't help but cheer.
But the cheers stopped abruptly the next second.
Hughes emerged from the smoke of battle.
Those depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, powerful enough to penetrate heavy armor, only left a few white marks on its black scales.
It didn't even scratch its skin, let alone cause any damage.
"Anti-aircraft missiles! Launch!"
Whoosh whoosh—
Dozens of Patriot missiles shot into the sky, trailing long plumes of flame, and accurately struck Shoggoth's wings and torso.
Flames shot into the sky.
Hughes let out a deafening roar.
Instead of slowing down, it plunged headlong into the gunfire.
boom!
The colossal object, hundreds of meters tall, crashed directly into the tank position.
The ground trembled violently, and more than a dozen main battle tanks, each weighing sixty tons, were thrown into the air by the enormous impact.
Shoggoth's fleshy wings swept across his back with a sudden burst.
Dozens of soldiers were instantly sliced in two. Blood gushed out.
It opened its massive, abyssal maw and inhaled sharply.
The two armored vehicles, along with the soldiers inside, were sucked directly into its fang-filled black hole.
The sickening sounds of metal twisting and bones cracking filled the air.
"Monster! This is a demon!"
In just a few moments, the defensive line collapsed. The soldiers threw down their weapons and fled in panic.
F-22 fighter jets in the air attempted to provide fire support by dropping precision-guided bombs.
However, faced with these annoying flies, Shoggoth raised his head, and a dark red beam of energy shot out from the black hole in his face. The beam swept across the sky.
The three fighter jets were unable to dodge in time and exploded in mid-air, turning into fireballs as they fell to the ground.
General Ster slumped in his command chair, trembling as he watched the one-sided massacre unfold on the screen.
"Retreat...the entire army retreats..." he muttered to himself.
Conventional weapons are no match for this monster; they're not even enough to scratch its surface.
For them, this was not a war at all, but a one-sided delivery of food.
Faced with the already routed American army, Hughes did not choose to continue the pursuit. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew eastward.
Its goal is very clear.
These are the most densely populated and energetic urban clusters on the east coast.
……
Meanwhile, at the Pentagon's highest operations command center.
The officials watched the images transmitted from the front lines and were all as if they had lost their parents.
"It can't be stopped... nuclear bombs can't kill it, and the military can't stop it."
A member of parliament's voice trembled.
"It's flying towards Washington. In five hours at most, it'll be right overhead. God, what should we do?"
"What did His Excellency the President say?" the director asked, looking up.
"The president has boarded the doomsday plane and is being transferred to an overseas base," the military representative replied through gritted teeth.
"Fuck! That coward!" the senator cursed when he heard that President Tesla was going to run away.
The bureau chief took a deep breath and slammed his hand on the table:
"We can't just wait to die like this!"
We still have allies!
Contact Daiying, Gaoluji, and Jiaopenji immediately!
Activate NATO's joint defense mechanism! Make them send troops! Send aircraft carriers! Send nuclear submarines!
"Yes! Call for help!"
The communications officer immediately began operations.
Soon, the large screen was divided into several windows, which began connecting to encrypted channels of world leaders.
The first person to be connected was the Prime Minister of the Republic of Korea.
On the screen, Prime Minister Dinh was holding a cup of black tea, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Your Excellency the Prime Minister!"
The security chief grasped at a straw.
"The United States is suffering a devastating attack from an unknown creature! We need the support of the Royal Navy! Immediately!"
What the hell?
Should we provide rescue?
Are you kidding me?
Prime Minister Dai Ying put down her teacup and cleared her throat:
"Director, we deeply sympathize with the plight of the United States. But..."
"But what?"
"As you know, the weather in London has been terrible lately, with a lot of smog."
The Prime Minister, with a straight face, spouted nonsense: "Our warships are lost in the fog. The radar is broken. We're really powerless to help."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" the security chief exclaimed, eyes wide. "Your aircraft carrier was flexing its muscles in the Persian Gulf just last week!"
"Oh dear, bad signal. Buzz... Hey? Can you hear me? God bless the US. Beep beep beep..."
The screen went black as Prime Minister Dai Ying abruptly cut off the communication.
"Damn it!" The chief was so angry he almost smashed the microphone.
Immediately afterwards, footage of the French president was shown.
"Your Excellency, NATO needs you!"
The French president spread his hands, looking helpless:
"Brother Eagle, it's not that we don't want to help."
Two million people are currently on strike in the streets of Paris to protest the pension bill.
The army has all gone to maintain order. We can't even leave the Capitol.
Or, how about I send you some baguettes as strategic reserves?
"Get out!" the bureau chief roared, hanging up the phone.
The third is the Japanese Prime Minister.
As soon as the call connected, the current Japanese prime minister was wearing a hard hat, with his office shaking violently in the background.
"Moshi moshi! Daddy Eagle!"
The Japanese Prime Minister spoke with a tearful voice.
"Help! We've suffered huge losses here, we need to rebuild, Dad, help me!!"
Watching the chaotic scene of the Japanese Prime Minister on the screen, the Director of the National Security Bureau almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"They're all utter trash! A bunch of ingrates!" The military representative kicked over a chair.
They used to live a life of luxury by following the US, but now that the US has produced a monster that even a nuclear bomb can't kill, these so-called allies are running faster than rabbits.
No country wants to send its troops to their deaths.
"Chief, what do we do now?" the communications soldier asked cautiously.
The bureau chief slumped into his chair, his eyes vacant.
"It's over. The US... is doomed."
Just when the Hexagon was in despair.
Raccoon City.
Outside the isolation wall in the north area.
Lin Fan's body suddenly twitched.
Then, he suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.
His pain receptors were 100% intact. The excruciating pain of the bullet piercing his brain caused him to curl up on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Ouch—that really hurts!"
Lin Fan gritted his teeth and climbed out of the mud.
He touched his chin; the wound had completely healed, leaving not even a scar.
But he quickly remembered something else, "Oh no..."
At the same time, Night Owl and the others on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Lin Fan sit up.
"The boss is really alive!" Mark shouted.
"What about natural disasters? Nothing's happening?" Domingo looked around.
Lin Jianguo looked at the sky: "I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling."
The voice just fell.
The sky above Raccoon City suddenly darkened.
The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds. Within the clouds, faint, dark red lightning could be seen rolling.
The air pressure dropped sharply, making it hard to breathe...