The fog is getting thicker and thicker, with the location of the four-wheeled vehicle as the center, almost a quarter of the Albuquerque urban area has completely disappeared into the dense fog, and the fighter planes in the sky are hovering at low altitude, using infrared detectors to continue to monitor the targets inside, and those American soldiers on the ground have to enter the dense fog, with the help of those high-tech equipment, thousands of troops are surrounded on all sides and are approaching the target little by little.

But at this moment, the center of the dense fog suddenly turned a fiery red, and the range was still expanding.

Apparently, there was a fire there.

It was also clear that the infrared detectors on the fighters were useless, and they could no longer distinguish the enemy from the background of the strong heat source.

But at the same time, the American commander breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his nightmare was finally over, and it was clear that his enemy's goal from the beginning was to rely on the four-wheeler to rush into the city and then escape under the cover of thick fog and fire.

And so it was, when the soldiers finally approached the four-wheeled cart after half an hour of trembling, there was no one in it, only a playboy mocking them unscrupulously.

As for where their enemy went, the soldiers were not interested, and it was important that he was finally gone, and there were still a large number of residents in this city who had not had time to evacuate in a hurry, and were fleeing their homes in panic at this time, at least tens of thousands of people, who could know which one he had become in the thick fog?

The fighting in Albuquerque is finally over.

But the war began in another small town.

Los Alamos.

A small city by Chinese standards is at most an ordinary township station, but the city is not much less well-known than any supercity such as New York, Washington, or Philadelphia, because it is here that the birthplace of the world's first nuclear weapon, Los Alamos National Chamber.

"Is it Dr. Choi?"

Two hours later, a well-mannered young white man knocked on the door of a resident's house. The vast majority of the people who live in this small city are staffed by the real yàn room, and so does this one.

"I am, may I ask you something?" The middle-aged Chinese man who opened the door said suspiciously.

"It's nothing, I'll lend it to you!" The young man smiled and raised his hand, and a mist that appeared out of thin air instantly wrapped around his head, and then the important researcher of the Los Alamos room fell backwards like a rotten stake, but the young man's other hand appeared behind him, and then picked him up and carried it on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Excuse me. Then the young man bowed slightly to Mrs. Cui, who was dumbfounded in the room, and turned to walk to an old Cadillac station wagon parked outside.

Mrs. Cui came to her senses and let out a heart-rending scream behind him.

"Quick, aim for the target!" But just as Boss Wang was carrying his prey and pulling the car door, a shrill brake sound and a chaotic roar suddenly sounded on his right side.

A team of U.S. troops who had arrived from Albuquerque to protect the real room had just arrived.

"What a nuisance!"

Boss Wang looked at at least one battalion of American soldiers who were hurriedly getting out of the car and said helplessly, and then casually threw Dr. Cui, who was smoked down by Yimi, into the car, and raised his right hand very forcefully at the same time as the gunfire rang out on the opposite side, and pointed very dashing in the direction of the Los Alamos room, and then saw the flames of explosions rising in the priceless building complex.

"Stop!" One of the leading majors screamed like a breakdown.

The gunfire immediately stopped.

Everyone looked at the mess of Los Alamos and was dumbfounded. At this time, the scientists and staff also ran out of the buildings in a panic.

"Fire!" The major gritted his teeth and roared.

Gunfire rang out again.

Boss Wang carried a small stick that suddenly appeared in his hand, and waved it elegantly like an orchestra conductor, and then the flames of the explosion rose again in the complex of the real room, and the scientists who had just run out were unlucky. If these recoilless guns are in the room. The fire of rapid-fire mortars was not enough to cause fatal damage to them, but now running outside is pure slaughter, and the scattered shrapnel has blown these national treasures to the US imperialism one by one, and they are smart enough to run back. There is also an emergency evacuation basement inside to protect them.

The major was stunned, and looked at his soldiers one by one, they couldn't figure it out anyway. Why do the shells fired by themselves turn around, this is not scientific.

The principle is actually very simple, all the shells turn into an arc in the middle, like a bunch of boomerangs, of course, they will turn, which is even simpler than breaking them down for Boss Wang, the only thing that consumes more brain power is how to measure the trajectory and calculate the deformation range dù, but for him who has a brain that is not inferior to a supercomputer, it is not worth mentioning.

"Aren't you fighting?" Boss Wang asked very purely.

The major looked at him with grief and indignation, how can this be fought, their mission is to protect this real room, but now their enemies did not make a move, but they themselves beat the real room into ruins.

But they don't fight, and some do.

At this moment, there was a sudden piercing whistling sound in the sky, and Boss Wang didn't even raise his head, he waved the stick casually again, and then dozens of huge explosions and fires rose in the Los Alamos room. These are not those small shells, these are all guided bombs and even air-to-surface missiles dropped by fighter jets from high altitudes, and the giant bombs weighing hundreds of kilograms can easily turn buildings into ruins and bury those national treasure scientists.

Looking at the flames rising on the ground, those fighter pilots in the sky were also stupid, and looked at the monitor in front of them in disbelief, once again confirming that it was indeed the enemy who was locked, but why did the bomb fly to the real room, this is not scientific.

"If you don't hit me, I'll leave!" Boss Wang was not interested in caring about the collapsed expressions of the pilots above him, he sincerely finished talking to the major, then opened the car door and sat in, and then started the car and turned around and drove towards the center of the small city.

The pilot of a fighter plane in the sky immediately sensed that an opportunity had come and hurriedly dropped two guided bombs, but at the moment when the bombs were out of the pylon, the roof of the old Cadillac station wagon below suddenly disappeared, and then the enemy who was driving lifted his handle, and the two bombs landed on the only building in the real room that was still intact without hesitation.

"Sir, are we going to chase after us?" A second lieutenant on the ground cautiously approached the major and asked.

"What are you chasing? Didn't you see that the real yàn room was bombed into ruins? Is it more important to pursue the enemy or to save people? Don't you know the value of those scientists? The Major said righteously.

The second lieutenant immediately nodded knowingly, then waved his hand to his subordinates, and hurriedly ran to rescue the wounded in the Los Alamos room.

Fortunately, there were still a dozen fighters in the sky watching the enemy, but soon the fighters also lost their target, because as in Albuquerque, a thick fog enveloped the town, and soon the fire began to ignite.

Anyway, there are also 20,000 people here, and those residents who were driven out of their homes by the fire and fled in panic became Wang Yue's best cover, together with Dr. Cui, who was controlled by him with his brain, the two casually became two local residents, and then grabbed a car and mixed in the fleeing traffic, and drove directly to Santa Fe, another larger city not far away.

In this state capital with a population of 70,000, it is easier for them to hide, here Dr. Cui quickly solved Wang Yue's big mushroom detonation plan, and made him a model of the detonation device, and even designed an additional model of uranium bomb according to Wang Yue's request, if you can't get plutonium, you can directly make uranium bullets according to this model.

For the sake of this guy who is also yellow-skinned, Boss Wang didn't kill him directly like other puppets who lost their use value, but released him after using it, but gave him another face, the face of a white scientist who was killed by Los Alamos when he changed his identity. The latter is very familiar with Dr. Cui, so that he can continue to exert his residual heat as Wang Yue's mole in this real yàn room in the future, and I think Lin Ying's gang should be very fond of getting information about the Los Alamos real yàn room.

Just as Wang Yue boarded a plane bound for Washington at Santa Fe Airport with a new head full of new knowledge and strict inspection, in the prisoner of war camp in San Diego, Rice interrogated the last prisoner of war she wanted to see.

"What are you doing at the nuclear base?" She asked straight to the point.

"It's nothing, you see that you big countries on land have nuclear bombs, but our Atlantis Empire doesn't have this thing, our emperor feels that this is too shameless, so he sent someone to learn from you how to make it, but you don't welcome him, no wonder he took a little extraordinary measures, and if he didn't burn two cities, it was a big deal." His Excellency the Special Envoy replied lazily while nibbling on cod.

"You make nuclear bombs? What do you make it from? Rice sneered and said that there is no big deal in the manufacture of nuclear bombs, but it is not for anyone to separate weapons-grade uranium or plutonium.

"That big copper ball in Salt Lake City is still there, right? If we can get pure copper out of copper ore, can't we get uranium-235 out of uranium ore? As for uranium ore, it seems to be on the bottom of the sea, right? You see, if the next time you attack our soldiers with nuclear torpedoes, maybe we'll retaliate with nuclear bombs too. Boss Wang happily looked at Les's iron-blue face and commanded His Excellency the envoy to reply. (To be continued......)