Chapter 437: Maya with a one-handed missile
"Pass my order, the destroyer missiles and torpedoes are launched together, and at the same time, the 27 Tomahawks in Jersey City are also locked on the Hudson River bottom base!"
Stryker hesitated, "Sir, Payne doesn't have to be at the bottom of the river, he may be at the base of 12th Avenue, he may be at the base of Riverside Park, he may be on Wall Street...... With so many missiles going down, not to mention whether they can kill Payne, the damage done to Manhattan... The military and Congress will definitely eat us raw. ”
Bolívar came to the console, his stubby fingers tapping nimbly and quickly across the keyboard, "The brainwave is at the base of the river, and I'm not even afraid of Payne, but the mutant who is using the brainwave machine—the dangerous mutant who can ignore my mind bomb...... After today, I will be the only one to bear all the blame... Stryker, the Sentinels are up to you from now on. ”
MMP, can your little shoulders move? In the end, it's not about liquidating us?
However, when he caught a glimpse of Bolívar's desire to choose people, Stryker honestly gave the order to attack the front line.
The citizens of Manhattan aren't dead either, it's all come to this, and the mutant underground base in Riverside Park is known to the whole world, so can't they know what's going on?
"Oh my God, the government is sending troops to attack the mutant base!"
"Even if you buy it, that's a destroyer!"
"Jesus Chris, the missile tubes are open, and Manhattan is going to be destroyed."
"Shit, shit, shit, didn't the mayor of September say that a peace deal had been made with the mutants at Riverside Park? Fake, Lao Tzu repaid the loan, took the opportunity to buy 32 properties nearby, and died... The sentinel who enters the dog, even if I jump off the building, I have to run to your headquarters to jump. ”
"Damn, the alien Ronan has come to our rice emperor to pick up girls, you short-sighted pigs are still killing each other here, Fakesquid, and you have lost face in outer space."
"yes, the overall quality of the earthlings has been pulled down by these damn sentinel units, and of course, mutants are not a good thing."
......
Manhattan is the most densely populated part of the world, and now that Midtown is locked down, the upper and lower towns near the Hudson River are buzzing with people and swearing.
And Washington, which was cut off from the signal, has also been paying attention to the situation in Manhattan.
Looking at the tail of the missile on the video spewing out an afterglow mixed with black smoke, Clinton secretly gave 100,000 likes to the old Bolívar buddy in his heart, but his face was extremely heavy.
I saw him slap the table angrily and shout: "What's the matter with the military? Why do they still obey the orders of the Sentinel Headquarters, are they not ready to be put on display by me, the president, and you, the defense minister? ”
What a nonsense to tell the truth!
I don't know if you, the president, are on display, but the rights of our defense minister are real.
Secretary of Defense Condoleezza Rice hurriedly stood up and explained: "Mr. President, the soldiers on the destroyer and missile launch positions are all subordinate to the Sentinel Special Police, since the promulgation of the "Mutant Exclusion Act", the Sentinel Headquarters has felt the power of the mutant superpower, not only from the police system to transfer a large number of elite special police, but also in the army, recruited a group of combat veterans... These are the bills that have passed in Congress. ”
Of course, President Clinton knows this, but now that the situation is out of control, and the Sentinel, or Bolívar, is directly disobeying Washington's order, he has to say that even if he finds someone to take the blame afterwards, he will not be able to take his turn.
“bullshit!” A staff officer shouted violently.
“hat?!” Clinton glared.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. President, I didn't mean you, uh, and certainly not you, the minister... It's this ......."
The staff officer didn't have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and made a few quick taps directly on the keyboard, and the camera perspective on the large indoor screen shifted from the destroyer to the riverside park.
Even in the 90s, with the existence of military cameras and satellite lines, everyone in Washington still saw a very high-definition picture.
A man dressed in a robe of red clouds on a black background, with long hair covering his eyes and a difficult face, appeared out of thin air above the Hudson River.
Seeing that his right hand was gently raised, with him as the center of the circle, the water within a radius of three kilometers of the Hudson River began to shake violently like a boil, and then, "boom, lala", as if the heavenly river was pouring in, and the river water mixed with brown sludge rushed to the sky.
"Oh, Farke! That's Payne! Secretary of Defense Rice groaned.
The river in mid-air was not in the shape of a water column, but with another wave of Payne's hand, the river water was in a ring and splashed outward.
"Boom, boom!"
The torpedo that was fired earlier was detonated by the waves of water, and it seemed that a holiday fireworks were set off over the Hudson River, but this "death fireworks" were so terrifying that the sound was so loud that even half of Manhattan and half of Jersey City were alarmed.
Well, none of the Hudson River is more than two kilometers wide, so several kilometers along the banks of Jersey City and Manhattan are flooded.
The only good thing is that the Hudson River is not deep, and the amount of water rushing up is not large.
Twenty-seven Tomahawks, plus 59 StarK-911 short-range missiles launched from ten destroyers, flew into the sky over Payne like a meteor.
Citizens watching near the riverbank in Jersey City and Manhattan, the top military officials at the Pentagon, Bolívar in Baton Rouge, and even John and Lorna, far away from New York, all saw 86 missiles hovering over Payne.
Payne stood proudly in the air, holding one hand high on the top, as if holding up the dozens of tons of missiles that were fired at high speed out of thin air.
Well, the Anna reporter, who risked her life to take aerial photographs, also deliberately gave a close-up of the suspended missiles, 86 missiles, two models, but both with a huge "stark" lettering.
"Payne is so fierce, but what is he doing stupidly now?" Lorna, in front of the TV, wondered.
At this time, not only Lorna and John, they have saved thousands of mutants these days, although most of them are sent away, there are hundreds of people left around at this time!
"Is this Payne? It's too powerful. ”
"yes, we can't even get a street patrol revolver...... But Payne - this river with a radius of several kilometers, these missiles that exceed the speed of sound ......"
Soon, Lorna and the others understood why Payne hadn't moved.
"Whoosh!"
Autumn was crisp, and a few small dots appeared in the blue sky, and then the dots quickly became larger, and the sound of the sonic boom seemed to reach the ears of news TV viewers for more than a dozen miles.
"Oh my God, our government is crazy, that's an intercontinental strategic missile!" This is ordinary citizens.
"sentinels, the government of the United States that should go to hell, does it really have to kill us mutants?" It's mutants.
"Well done, Bolívar, your determination, your consciousness, your strength... Good luck buddy! "This is President Clinton.
"That's great, the Yankees are really bold, more like a fighting nation than us, and they all launched ICBMs directly into Manhattan... Alas, the only pity is that it is not a nuclear warhead ... Why don't you lend our big Ivan to them? ”
"Hurry up, hurry up and sell all my stocks... What the? Stark doesn't have to stay, who knows if it's a nuclear bomb that will be shot later, Manhattan is gone, and there's a stark... Wait, I'm going to short US stocks! ”