In the garden, Harris stood in the corner, his face very unsightly, listening to the call in his headset from a certain logistics general.

The goods asked him to help consume a little more ammo, and he had called Kent before, but now he was contacted directly.

The logistics department, this is a very important place, the war is logistics, and the generals of logistics have a very wide network in the business world.

"Harris, you know some things, missiles also have a shelf life, it is dangerous to leave it for a long time, and maintaining a certain amount of update is the king......"

Listening to the chatter of the guy on the phone, Harris was speechless, and the current situation was not known to anyone except for his core personnel that had changed dramatically.

How to consume?

Now you dare to launch missiles at Los Angeles, aren't you afraid of angering that guy?

He was about to think of a way to politely reject this guy's justified but ignorant requests, such as... These missiles have other arrangements and so on.

As long as he survives today, tomorrow that guy will naturally understand what happened, and it will not hurt the friendship between the two.

If you refuse now, you will definitely have to capsize the friendship boat, and even the truth will not be rescued tomorrow.

Wait... Wait!

Harris had a thrill in his head, why not, isn't Pershing II being launched?

Three more will be fired, although there will be no warhead and no explosion, which is equivalent to putting a rocket into the sky.

That......

Harris immediately said in a deep voice: "This matter is very difficult... I'm stressed, but you're different... Yes, I'll figure it out,...... Okay, I love that cigar! ”

With a single touch of your hand, switch channels to connect to Edwards and Vanderbilt bases.

"The missiles that were prepared before, all the warheads were removed. Arrange a few painters, and when the time comes, paint something on the projectile body. ”

Harris was inspired by the previous business plan, and since Pershing II can be used to deliver things, then those small cannon barrels can be used to deliver letters.

Before, the platform was still soliciting ways to contact the dead bald head.

Isn't there now?

With the ability of a dead bald head, of course he knew that the missile flew over, and if there was a writing on it, he might be able to see it, and even if he couldn't see it, he would go over and take a look if the missile landed and didn't explode.

It's a bit raw, but the stock is depleting quickly and everyone will be satisfied!

Now the question is, where is the dead bald head, where should these missiles be fired, whether it is Universal Studios, or Hollywood, or somewhere, preferably not in a dense residential area like the Walk of Fame, where the iron cylinder will still kill people.

A place like Universal Studios is big, and it's closed now, and no one will know if you throw a few bullet casings into it, and you can recycle it later.

Harris couldn't help but applaud his idea, and suddenly, he felt like he wasn't old at all.

"Does anyone know where he is?" He asked, looking at the platform.

In a small analysis room thirty meters away from him, Analyst Gerald lowered his head, holding a paper map of Los Angeles in his hand, and an electronic map on the computer in front of him.

Several dots are marked.

The house that Sean rented, the location of the first installment of the live video broadcast of "Real America".

St. Bania's Hospital, where he was for more than a day.

One Duane Street, where he prepares to broadcast the second episode.

Midley Street.

And then there's somewhere close to Hollywood or Universal Studios.

Gerald took the line to connect the locations and looked at them for a while.

Dead bald, well, now codenamed Otero, it would be disrespectful to call Dead Bald again, and he might die inexplicably in the future.

His power comes from itself, or is there some other mysterious external source, there are several hints on the platform: power stones, formations, and different spaces.

Edward walked up to him: "What's the result?" ”

Gerald looked up: "Sir! I think that the three prompt keywords do not exist in isolation, the formation needs some energy stones to arrange, and the formation arranged in this way can communicate different spaces, many of them are written like this. ”

Edward looked at him, "I'm asking about the results." ”

Of course, he knows that there is a collection of three key words, mysterious rituals, terrifying formations, demons that affect the other world, there are those in the East, there are those in the West, there are in books, and there are all in movies and television.

Edward didn't just look at Gerald, he also swept over several other analysts at the same time: "Outlaw is Chinese, although he is Chinese, but after all, he is Chinese, and to understand his behavior and style, we have to study according to the Chinese."

Maybe we can't be deceived by those who instigate Chinese, and we may not have seen the really tough ones. ”

"We are exactly this way of thinking, since he has not appeared, it is unlikely that he will play, and it is more likely that he is arranging some formation."

An analyst said: "They have some mysterious legends since ancient times, and they can use the energy of heaven and earth by placing stones, in fact, not only Chinese, the ancients liked this, pyramids and other large buildings, their layout and structure had to be designed by the most powerful wizards at that time."

There were many mysterious formations in ancient China, and thanks to the powerful cloud platform, those formations that could not be read at all were represented with diagrams.

One word long snake array, two dragons out of the water array, heaven and earth three talent array, four doors to the bottom of the array, five tigers and sheep array, six Ding Liujia array, seven stars Beidou array, eight doors of the golden lock array, nine characters chain array, ten sides ambush array......"

Edward glanced at it: "These are the battle formations of the Cold Weapon Era, right?" ”

"Yes, they really care about numbers, from one to ten, decimal ......," Gerald whispered as he looked at the map and whispered to the formation graphics on the side.

In fact, he has already checked it, and he didn't see anything, mainly because there are too few lines connected to several maps now, and those formations are all ancient military formations, and hundreds or even tens of thousands of people can fight against each other at every turn.

"Maybe one day he'll command all the dead in the hospital to take to the streets, and then I'll know what he's trying to do."

"Isn't there a magic circle?" Edward asked, "The kind that summons the Holy Spirit or the devil?" ”

"Yes, Nine Palace Bagua Array."

"Cupping?" Edward pondered, "Is that the guy at the hospital talking about cupping when he saw Western handling that agent's ass?" ”

"No, it's a hexagram," the analyst pointed to a separate screen with a gossip diagram on it, "This one is called Tai Chi, eight directions, and the whole diagram represents the universe, which is their ancient understanding of the universe, Feng Shui!" ”

Geomancy... Edward's gaze swept to a screen dedicated to the weather in Los Angeles.

"Sir, I'll go to the bathroom!" Gerald stood up, feeling a little uncomfortable in his stomach just now.

Edward nodded, his gaze motionless at the cloud.

Strange weather, sudden and accelerated hurricane landfall, all this seems to have to be linked to the mutant phenomenon, and mysterious events always have many signs.