"Mr. President, this is—"

When you open the door, inside is a vast conference room that could almost be called an auditorium.

In front of a small podium, nearly 100 seats are surrounded in a semicircle. Behind the podium was a large LCD screen showing a video of a monster attack in Los Angeles.

Mr. President sat in the middle, with his head tilted up, his legs crossed, looking at the screen. He was surrounded by the country's heavyweights such as the director of the CIA, the secretary of homeland security, and the secretary of defense and secretary of state.

The person who was questioned just now was the Minister of Defense.

"White House Special Intelligence Forces!" the president glared impatiently at the Secretary of Defense, "It seems that you are planning to find out the identities of these important people before you report this unimportant information to me, right?"

"Of course...... No!" The Minister of Defense was standing in front of the podium and quickly shook his head: "It's just...... These people seem to be a little too much......"

"Can't you sit down here?!If you think this room is too crowded, then I'll need to carefully investigate where the construction funds of District 51 have been spent over the years!" the president tugged at his tie with a look that looked like he was going to eat people, "Do you need me to do this? Mr. Cotton?"

"Please gentlemen...... Sit. The Minister of Defense immediately decided not to entangle himself with the mad dog president again: "Please allow me to continue with the report on the loss of troops just now." 1st Marine Regiment, 5th Marine Regiment, 7th Marine Regiment of the 1st Marine Division......"

"Okay! I can't remember the names of so many troops. Mike, sit next to me and let your men go to the back!" The Secretary of Defense looked at Mr. President and patted the Secretary of State next to him, and then pointed to himself: "You, give up a seat to Mike! You just tell me directly, is it all annihilated!"

The Secretary of State stood up with an embarrassed look on his face and gave up his seat to the man in sunglasses named Mike. The latter sat down without even saying thank you.

The other men sat at the back of the room.

"I'm asking you a question, Mr. Cotton! Look here! here!" the president waved vigorously at the Secretary of Defense, "Tell me, is it all annihilated!"

"To be precise......" the Minister of Defense could only grit his teeth in response to the humiliating question: "The total annihilation is limited to ground forces, including army aviation...... The Air Force's strike and reconnaissance units are still intact. ”

"Why!" The president slapped heavily on the arm of the chair beside him, "When the meteorite fell on that damn town, you told me that all the damn alien monsters had been killed, and that damn meteorite would soon be sent here for in-depth research, and everything was under your damn control!

"This ...... Things have changed...... "The Minister of Defense coughed twice in embarrassment: "The situation on our front line was originally very optimistic, and the troops were steadily advancing towards the city, but ...... A new source of infection suddenly appeared in the city. As you already know, the meteorite that crashed into the small town of Greendale carried alien genes, but at the time they could only spread by causing wounds, although they infected the local population, turning them all into alien monsters. But now ......"

"What has become of it now!" Seeing the Secretary of Defense pause, the President tapped the small table in front of him.

"Now, it seems to have become an airborne ......" the Minister of Defense wiped his sweat: "Including the helicopter that carried out the ground attack mission, it was also infected...... This is a video recording sent back by our troops at the scene......"

"Can I understand that—" the president's expression contorted, "the original inhabitants of the entire city of Los Angeles now?" And my elite troops? have all been infected and mutated into such monsters, and? Their numbers are still growing?"

"Judging by the previous report on the scene? Is the mutation time after being infected related to the individual's constitution? So there will be a difference in order. Technically......" The Minister of Defense hesitated: "In fact, most people will die from the attack of mutants after the mutations of others around them." So in absolute numbers...... There shouldn't be so many. ”

- Also? Technically? This is not your army either, but the army of the United States.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to say this to his face? And it can only be slandered.

"Enough! Is it more than 10 million or more than 1 million? It makes no difference to us!" The president's messy yellow hair seemed to have become more and more messy with anger: "Well, then, gentlemen, I'm going to hear the plan now." ”

"This ......"

Several bigwigs glanced at each other, but none of them spoke immediately.

"Is the state paying your salary? Gentlemen, can't you even come up with a plan at a time like this?" His gaze kept sweeping over the faces of several bigwigs: "Now that the country is at the last moment of critical survival, if we are powerless to save all this?" So what is happening in Los Angeles now will soon spread to the whole of California? The entire West Coast? Or even the entire United States!"

"We obtained a portion of the mutant remains from the site. Some preliminary studies and samples were also obtained on meteorites at that time. The director of the CIA cleared his throat: "We have already handed over samples and materials to the medical department?" A vaccine is in development......"

"Vaccine?" the president gasped, "How long will it take?"

"This ...... It is not yet possible to know for sure. The director of the CIA smiled wryly.

"So, you're going to make us wait for a vaccine that we don't know when it's going to be completed, and then wait for us to produce enough to inject the whole of America, and then call up millions of soldiers like we did in the last World War to fight these monsters?!" The president stared at the CIA director viciously, "Why don't you eat?"

"Our Air Force has not been affected because of the altitude of the flight. The Minister of Defense tentatively said: "Take off all the fighters, whether they are bombers or fighters, attack with a large number of incendiary bombs, and then ......."

"And how long will it take to burn all these damn monsters to the ground?"

The Minister of Defense did not go any further.

In fact, everyone has a common answer in their hearts.

An obvious answer.

But that answer, no one dared to be the first to say.

"Alright. Things have come to this point, and it seems that we have no other choice!" The president stood up suddenly, broke the silence, and his expression was grim: "Use a nuclear bomb to wipe all infected areas off the map!"

When this sentence was finally spoken, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"Map of the infected area!"

The president turned around and shouted at the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and soon an electronic map was displayed on the large screen in front of him.

"The red part is the infected area. The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff took out a laser pointer and slid up and down the screen: "There are aerial reconnaissance records of infected organisms in the range of Thousand Oaks in the west, Banning in the east, Long Beach in the south, and Santa Clarita in the north. And -- this is what we expect to do, the number of nuclear bombs and the number of nuclear bombs needed to cover this area in its entirety. ”

With the words of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, eight flashing bright spots were displayed on the screen, evenly distributed in the red area: "According to our calculations, eight W88 warheads with a yield of 475,000 tons should be enough to ensure the clearance of the entire area." ”

"Should it?" the president strode forward, pushed the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff away, and glared at him fiercely: "If there is no deviation in the English I have learned since I was a child, this does not seem to be a word that should appear on this occasion!"

Gentlemen, we are now talking about the future of the United States, and even the future of humanity and the entire planet! It has only been less than ten days since the meteorite fell to the ground, but it has already destroyed our largest city on the West Coast, and nearly 20 million American citizens!"

He picked up a marker from the podium and crossed vigorously across the screen as he spoke.

Even though the screen wasn't designed to write at all, no one spoke up to stop the president.

It wasn't until all the red areas were covered with dense crosses that the president gasped and slammed the marker pen in his hand to the ground.

"Just follow the mark I made! I want it now, yes, yes! Even if the whole city we called Los Angeles is wiped off the map, not in ruins, but into an ocean, not a single damn alien cell will survive! Hear no! Answer me!"

On the screen, the crosses on the Rosemont Nature Reserve are particularly densely drawn. It's just that by this time, no one will pay attention to it anymore.

"Understood, Mr. President!"

Everyone replied in unison.

At the same time, in the president's team channel, there was also a sound of praise from Zombie Dragon.

"Well done and quiet. It is exactly the same as that vulgar merchant president, and no one will see the flaws. It was a perfect decision to send you to an acting training class. ”