6 a.m. The first touch of morning light that appears in the east www.biquge.info pen ~ fun ~ pavilion is sown in the desert of Nevada, reflecting a metallic luster.

The cowboy town had just woken up, and there were old people who had risen early, wearing felt hats and leather jackets, and began to count the cows in the cowshed in case they were stolen last night, and then fed the horses enough forage to arrange grazing plans.

Everything looks the same as it used to be, with cows slaughtered, cowboys on horseback, and majestic knights repeating this old, interesting work in the eyes of others.

"Hey, old John, have you heard? The hapless Davy was robbed of his horse and pistol by a yellow-skinned man, right at the foot of the mountain. By the way, and his felt hat. ”

"Yellow-skinned people, Dongying people, Koreans, or Cao County?"

"Who knows? He shot David, and bang, took away a strand of his blonde hair. Now he's like a clown. Ha ha...... Don't you find it interesting?"

"This unlucky ghost is going to be beaten up by his uncle again. The cattle were lost, the horses were lost, and even the guns were lost. It's a cowboy shame. He should go to San Diego, be a cook, and watch others enjoy the beach and beautiful women. ”

Two old cowboys who have been galloping on horseback for forty years, driving the cattle gracefully, facing the direction of dawn, indulging in conversation and laughter, very pleasant.

Red glow erupts from the back of the peak, covering the entire mountain in a reddish outline. The old cowboy squinted his eyes and enjoyed the beauty of the sunrise, although he had been watching it for more than forty years, he did not get bored every time he looked at it.

"Hey, look, Jason. It's rare to see someone get up before us. ”

On the undulating ridges of the mountain peaks, I vaguely saw a cowboy, wearing a felt hat and riding a horse, like a silhouette, embedded in the morning light, lonely and proud.

"It can't be, I've never seen it in forty years. ”

Jason was a little presbyopia, and unwillingly took out an old bucket-type monocular from his pocket, and he held it in his hand, like an experienced old captain, looking at the situation on the sea.

He closed his eyes, carefully observed the cowboy in the camera, and suddenly said, "John, you are wrong. It wasn't a cowboy, I mean, he was just wearing a felt hat and riding a horse. His outfit is more like an outsider. ”

"Outsiders?"

John took his binoculars, looked at them, and was surprised, "That's a yellow-skinned man, I'm sure." It...... The unlucky Davy must be the foreigner who robbed David. ”

The hapless Davy, though the object of their ridicule, was their countryman after all, and the foreigner was rightfully their enemy. What is the spirit of a cowboy? Hard-working? No, it is adventure, adventure and fighting, which is the mark of the cowboy's bones.

Jason is old, but he misses this spirit even more, just like the chivalrous man of China. Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the Colt M1917 revolver from his waist that his grandfather had given him.

"Smith & Wiesson, point 35. The one on his waist is David's pistol, I'm sure. ”

John slipped the binoculars into Jason's pocket as he spoke, then pulled out his favorite bulldog tracker and laughed, "Jason, are you going to shoot again?"

"Of course, even if I forget my wife's name, I won't forget how to pull the trigger. ”

"Let's go, kill this fake cowboy. ”

The two old cowboys seem to have suddenly returned to their youthful years, their blood burning, and their legs are clamped between the horse's belly. The two well-fed and well-fed horses also seemed to sense it, and galloped towards the morning light.

The target was getting closer and closer, and the fiery sun jumped out from behind the mountain, and the person on the ridge became clearer and clearer. He paused at his horse, the red sun hanging above his head.

He didn't move, as if he was waiting for the two cowboys to have a duel.

The horses' hooves were flying, the scarves were fluttering, John and Jason were galloping, and the long-lost passion was constantly stirring in the chest.

Hey, gringos. Let you see what it means to be a real cowboy!

Click

Two hammers strike at the same time.

The target goes into range.

Just when John and Jason wanted to shout loudly to shock Lu Zheng, and then beautifully confiscate his gun and horse, and escort him to the town sheriff.

Boom.

A loud earth-shattering bang rang out on the other side of the mountain.

The ground shook violently, and as far as the eye could see, they could even see clearly that the towering mountains were shaking like moving teeth.

Then, they saw the most terrifying scene of their lives.

Just behind the man they wanted to bring to justice, a shadow the size of a mountain bag slowly climbed up. It was a large, rugged stone like a house, covered with rock-like impositions, with its neck held high, hunched like a cobra, staring into the distance.

"Oh God. Stop, stop. ”

The two of them grabbed the reins of their horses in unison, looked at the prehistoric monster in horror, and purred and swallowed.

"What kind of monster is that!"

"I've never seen anything like it. Oh my God, it's only in the movies. ”

They completely forgot their purpose, and the surging cowboy spirit was blown away by fear in an instant. Their scalps tingled, and they were paralyzed as if they had been shot suddenly.

Boom.

The horses under their crotches seemed to sense fear, and collapsed to the ground with a pop. With two old cowboys, they fell at the same time and knocked out their mouths of teeth in advance......

The Pentagon, the world-known power center of the United States, has a unique shape, like a miniature small city. This is the office building of the headquarters of the three armed forces of the United States, and it is also the largest office building in the world.

Two hours before sunrise, the place was already crowded with people. Trailers carry a variety of items, including important documents and ingredients for three meals a day, and are unloaded at the freight yard. The neat garbage trucks are also busy cleaning up the mountains of garbage, showing people a clean image of the country before sunrise.

A Chevrolet off-road vehicle dedicated to the FBI of the US government rushed to the Pentagon at a speed of 90 miles. The off-road vehicle stopped in the parking lot, and out stepped out a white-haired old man in a trench coat, his body was dignified, and he walked quickly up the stairs and entered the office hall.

He is the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and Secretary of Homeland Security, a five-star general, Roswell L. Taylor.

Waiting for him in the hall was his staff officer, Colonel Thomas, a young scientific officer with a nervous look and a constant rubbing of his hands. Seeing Admiral Taylor, before he could speak, he was glared at by Taylor fiercely.

Thomas understood and followed him into the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Admiral Taylor asked with a grimace, "Where is the target now?"

Thomas gathered his thoughts for a moment and said in a deep voice: "About half an hour ago, news came from Nevada's intelligence officers. It is said that the hangar in the Nellis Mountains was completely destroyed by unknown creatures. At about six o'clock in the morning, they captured one, no, two unidentified objects through the satellite. After analysis, it was confirmed that it was two...... Monster. ”

Admiral Taylor frowned and asked, "They told no one, especially the press!"

"They did promise secrecy for the time being. Thomas said helplessly: "But Your Excellency, you know. They were two moving creatures, roughly estimated to be hundreds of feet tall. Such a huge goal cannot be hidden. The media, the public, sooner or later, will see it with their own eyes. ”

"So, what the hell is this? Do they know? Does anyone know?"

Thomas shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I don't know, sir. There are no clues, no signs, our scientific department, all the intelligence officers, even more confused than we are. ”

The ladder door opened, and through a white basement passage, a tight gate opened, and the eyes were full of joy. It was a spacious hall with a large, computer-controlled screen map on the main wall, a large work area, and 60 radar consoles, three feet below a walkway that rotated 360 degrees.

Thirty-six security monitors monitor every object, every mountain, every canyon, every airport, every military base on the satellite map. In addition, there is a satellite surveillance network that closely monitors thousands of known nuclear missile silos around the world.

This is the core department of the United States Bureau, the strategic command center.

"Your Excellency, General. Take a look at the monitoring system. ”

Colonel Thomas pointed to the highly detailed satellite map as he led Taylor. The map shows the Nellis Mountains, and in the eastern foothills of the mountain range, two large, abrupt images are passing through the gray salt lake.

Immediately, Thomas led the General to a nearby glass table illuminated from below, and showed the General an image taken with a thermal imaging camera showing two objects with large red spots.

"In our estimation, these two monsters are not the same. One of them walks upright, at a height of about one hundred and fifty feet. The other, on the other hand, crawled like a snake, nearly six hundred feet long. ”

"My God......" The majestic general looked stunned, lost his temper for a moment, and immediately reacted, and quickly changed his words and asked, "What is it? Prehistoric monster or Frankenstein?"

The staff officers looked at each other and were speechless. After a long time, an officer dared to say, "Sir, I think it's more like Godzilla, or the Pacific Rim." ”

"How do you know?"

"Sir, I mean, they're Godzilla-like monsters with unimaginable destructive power. ”

When General Taylor heard this, his heart shook. Scenes from the movie Godzilla played in his mind.

If that object is really like Godzilla, or is it a Jurassic dinosaur, or King Kong, it will bring unprecedented disasters to the entire country.

This is not a movie, and no one can guarantee that the United States will win.

So General Taylor grabbed the phone without hesitation and hung up on the home of the Secretary of Defense. The lazy minister's wife said that the minister was sleeping, and General Taylor yelled over the microphone in the loudest voice of his life: "Wake him up! )