Garden, central control room.

Finally!

Passed!

Harris looked at the battle situation on the screen with enthusiasm: "Turn up the volume!" ”

He likes to watch this kind of charging scene with BGM.

The hardest time has finally passed, and a plan is always forward-looking, resulting in mistakes and omissions that cannot take shape for a long time, which makes him feel like he has a sailor's knot made of old in his chest, but when the president gives an order, the knot is instantly washed to pieces.

It feels so refreshing to be constipated for many years!

It's just a mutant, and if it weren't for this scoundrel choosing a place like L.A., we'd have torn him to shreds.

America, it's not like you can fight if you want to!

Bah!

Harris bit his cigar and prepared to enter the viewing mode, as a general, if he didn't care about the casualty data, it was simply MacArthur's realm.

"General, you need to review it here!" Kent took the tablet and handed it to Harris, "Coronado Naval Base and Vanderbilt Air Force Base are on standby!" ”

Harris bit his cigar, took the tablet, and frowned after taking a look: "Why does Coronado only provide Tomahawks there?" ”

"Don't you know how slow this thing flies?" Harris asked without raising his eyes, "Using it against mutants, you got water in your brain?" ”

Kent looked embarrassed, the Tomahawk missile was indeed ridiculously slow, 886 kilometers per hour, the Americans originally used this thing to extinguish the lantern in 98, but they flew for two hours on the road, and when they arrived at the camp, they had been walking for an hour.

Three years ago, I didn't buy this thing, but there are still a lot of things in the library, and every year the military procurement will pass the pressure to the White House for them to help digest a little, otherwise with the hearts of these peace-loving guys, how can they fight a war every term, isn't it just to make trouble with the pressure of inventory.

"Coronado is one hundred and sixty-three kilometers away from One Doane Street, and it can be reached in twelve minutes..."

"And then?" Harris glanced at him, "As soon as he jumps three hundred meters with his leg raised, you knock him down with a stinger?" Are you sure you can hit it? ”

“... The main consideration is that the inventory is a bit large now. Kent explained in a low voice, "General Boomer of the Quartermaster Department said, if you have the chance, you can dispose of some of them, and let us help." ”

Harris took a deep breath and looked up without a good face: "Then he can fight at sea, there is no need for such a slow guy here." ”

Kent carefully observed Harris's expression, and he didn't think that Harris was a person who didn't know how to be flexible, and the brains of people who could become generals couldn't be so simple.

With the geographical location of the United States, with the ocean on both sides, Canada with a sparse population on the top, and Central and South American countries with dense gangs and lazy people below, there is no force that can threaten the mainland.

Now there are so many places in the world where there is a real war, what do you say about the purchase of so many weapons every year, you have to find an opportunity to consume it!

Kent could think of the constipated expressions of the officers in the quartermaster department, although there were certainly many benefits, but the budget had to be approved by Congress every year, and some of the mouths were too ugly, and the generals were under a lot of pressure.

Chances you don't have to... Are you a major general ready to be a major general for the rest of your life?

"But," Kent reminded softly, "slow has the benefit of being slow, and besides, it's a bit big." ”

Harris pondered for a moment and nodded: "Then give him this face, what else?" ”

Kent stretched out his finger and slid it on the plate, and the list of various missiles came out, the warhead charge, the killing range, three kilometers of the nuclear head, less than one kilometer of the conventional one, and five hundred meters.

The two bases, Coronado and Vanderbilt, are almost 160 kilometers away from the target location, which just forms a tactical triangular ambush.

There are more than 300 missiles of all sizes that can be launched, some with nuclear weapons and some without them.

The slowest is the Tomahawk, twelve minutes.

The shortest time is the Wave Rider deployed in Vanderbilt, and the arrival time is four minutes, because it has to fly into the sky before landing down.

Harris exhaled, all the things on this list were used, and there was no such thing as Los Angeles on the surface.

"Now Vanderbilt planes can't take off, but we've moved ten crews from other bases. It's just that I'm worried about the impact of this hurricane, although the missile has triple guidance, but we have never tried it. ”

"Fly in formation, keep two crews above L.A. at any time." Harris thought about it for two seconds before deciding that this scenario had been done before, but the hurricane... Forget it, there are no immortals in war!

Ken nodded, this matter is difficult, it is possible to drop hundreds of millions directly because of the hurricane, and Loma has to die happily.

"At the moment, it's mainly about deterrence, which means that we are determined to go to war." Harris said lightly, "But, if you can, you don't need it, after all, the status of Los Angeles is very important, and there are so many people, if it weren't for the fact that the enemy has already caused great damage...... We can't afford to lose! ”

After Harris finished speaking, he glanced at Kent deeply, Kent looked back, tacitly, this is all testimony in case of an accident in the future, we are all involuntarily, ask for guilt and please go to the White House.

Kent said in a deep voice: "General, please review, the base needs us to confirm that the target is No. 1 Duane Street in Los Angeles." Terrain guidance needs to generate accurate maps of the locality, otherwise inertial and GPS alone will not be able to accurately hit the target. ”

Harris took off his cigar and scratched it on the tablet: "I only review, order the president." ”

An expression that I can't afford to carry this pot.

I can't afford to carry it either, Kent nodded knowingly: "Be prepared, the map still needs some time to prepare." ”

"Delaying time, that's the business of headquarters." Harris waved impatiently and continued to watch the show, he wasn't actually worried about the virus or something.

Harman said it very seriously, and the otaku were also apprehensive, but Harris knew that the military itself had been playing with viruses all along, and there were no ones in the laboratory, and there were several synthetic ones, and they would be thrown out to test them every few years... These are unacceptable facts.

Human beings have spent millions of years with viruses, but now that biotechnology is so advanced, as long as there is an immune body, no matter how terrible the virus is, it will not be able to hurt people of their own identity.

Immunity is manifested, the dead bald head at One Doane Street, is not a nameless monkey or a bat in the jungle of the Congo in Africa, I'm afraid of a fake!

Although it is difficult for us to say that this dead bald head is hiding in Los Angeles, it can also be seen that he does not dare to come out, and if he wants to run to other cities, he has to shoot down missiles on the way.

Which city did he dare to go to?

Solved the virus problem, what else can he do?

What if you can jump, dozens of missiles are chasing your ass and beating, and you golden wolves have to be blown into slag!

Can you throw fruit for twenty miles?

Okay, you can throw it at Hollywood, I don't like those stars anyway!

Harris couldn't help but want to laugh out loud when he thought about this picture, fighting with a country, you have to be at least a country!

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