The weather in Los Angeles is still so terrible, 150 kilometers from the Vanderbilt base, a forgive-colored Hercules military plane is slowly landing, carrying 150 SEALs from the creek base.

The plane struggled to stay steady in the force 10 wind, but eventually deflected off the runway and slid towards the edge of the airport.

James. Mattis slid away from the screen, looking at the speed, the plane should be slightly damaged, the people inside are not necessarily fine, but it provides some useful landing training data, and this picture can be used for propaganda later.

Then don't land on the other one, find another airport, these people are useless anyway, the minister sent a directive casually.

Then he wrote a sentence on the arrangement of personal affairs to give himself an embarrassing in-depth examination for cancer, and he suspected that he also had this disease.

Then look at the next picture, what are these seals who are already in Los Angeles doing, most of them are in Camp 1 to get their equipment in order, and there are a lot more bicycles.

The next screen is the single-family house, the gangsters.

The footage is a little blurry, but the storyboard can tell what is being done.

The group leader, Grant, was carefully tying the rope to the chimney pipe and walking gently down.

Now the new plan is to use C4 directly against the people inside, stick directly to the wall closest to the people inside, and then detonate, and the shock wave will make these guys instantly confused.

Then you can throw two more shock bombs.

One C4 is on the second floor and two are on the first floor.

Exactly three seals can rush in from three breaches.

The main reason why the headquarters agreed to this plan was that they couldn't wait any longer, and it was a bit embarrassing now, and it would be close to shame if it dragged on any longer.

"Pay attention to the direction, you have to monitor the surrounding area to see if anyone sees it." Macbeth whispered into the headset, his tablet showing that three explosions could be seen by the neighbors.

Especially the sound of the explosion, even if it is now a level 10 wind, it can't be stopped.

"Screen those signals."

"Okay, we've been watching, don't worry!" Fred said helplessly, just talking to a neighbor who called the police, and then explained that there were terrorists in the house, and asked this enthusiastic citizen to hide under the bed.

Good thing it's not a pregnant woman!

He looked at another screen, which was in the room at 35 Slan Street, and he could hear the women screaming from time to time.

"It's horrible to have a baby! I'll never want to have one! He looked at Ethan.

Ethan was sitting a short distance to his left, moving his neck. Sedentary otaku always have a bit of cervical spine problems.

There was some data on his screen, and Fred knew it was a competency assessment analysis, so Ethan didn't let go of his work on the algorithm.

He's changed three in the past few hours, and he doesn't know how much he's done now.

"Hey, man." Fred shouted, in fact, he was a little curious, what level is the dead bald guy in the new algorithm, it shouldn't be the rough setting of Marvel, but too much inquiry is discouraged, don't you see that Red hasn't come back until now?

Maybe something was done to be locked up and written for checking.

Fred has never been worried about security, hackers like them, it is a scourge to let them out, it is a pity to lock them up, only this is the most suitable way to work in captivity.

Anyway, it's not about feeding some fast food to a few devices.

His gaze shifted from the screen to Ethan's face.

Ethan, who was being stared at unpleasantly, looked at him: "You can talk to anyone, as long as you don't look for me!" ”

"How long will it take for this woman to be born?" Fred asked, frowning.

"I don't know, if you can, it's better not to give birth, I heard that it's good for a child to have an extra day in the mother's womb, I mean the normal time, premature baby... In this kind of weather, we will be in trouble at that time. ”

"Hell, do you think Shaun is at Universal Studios right now?"

"Who knows!"

"It's not that there's no one in Universal Studios, but if they don't get out of the house, how can they know that there is a terrible mutant who is so close to them, and they are so close to death!"

"Sean will kill ordinary people casually?" Ethan turned his head to look, "If that's the case, then I don't know how many people died along the way." ”

Pippin joined the conversation: "Not necessarily, if someone sees him and swears something like a yellow-skinned monkey... He's dead! ”

"No, if you really scold like that, it's impossible to die!" Ethan shook his head, "It's just like those three thugs, lying outside in pain, no one cares about the wind and rain, and no one will hear the cry....."

Ethan shuddered involuntarily as he said this.

In just a few hours, most of his enthusiasm had faded, and now he felt like his people had entered a state similar to a burnout period.

In the face of such a miraculous event, can you not raise too much enthusiasm, is it just that there is no sense of accomplishment?

Of course not, he directly entered the ability analysis group at the beginning, and was one of the founders, and he wrote the first set of algorithms to estimate the ability value of the dead bald head, what Tyson and what Bryant, are all reference targets in his mind.

But then, things deteriorated almost like an avalanche!

The contrast between the situation before and after is like bungee jumping in space, reciprocating for several kilometers.

At first, when they drew up the round-up plan, they felt like a fox hunt in England, no matter how fierce and cunning the foxes were, and gentlemen with shotguns on tall horses would not be afraid, because there would always be countless foxhounds charging ahead.

Well, Ethan thinks that the top officials in the White House are those well-dressed gentlemen, and the leaders of the headquarters are the tall horses they ride, and they are of course the hounds that bark with excitement.

When they sniffed and tracked down a cave and shouted to their masters to come here for prey, the eyes that emerged from the cave were so evil.

Then the cave slowly spat out a long tongue, a long tongue with blue-black spikes, the kind that was more alien than the alien.

The hounds were frightened, and they bowed down, whining and growling, but their bodies were trembling.

Then the monster in the cave began to slowly lean out.

The gentlemen who came from afar a saddle.

Because they found that the round-up was not a fox at all, or even a demonic beast, but a xenomorph of the most terrifying demon king.

We are the initiators, we can become victims at any time, and Ethan seems to have a voice in his heart reminding him that Red has been disappearing for some time, which is unusual, and it can't be constipation.

You can't bring your phone to the toilet here, and without it, there's no way someone like Red can stay on the toilet for more than ten minutes, so something must have happened.

But since Ai Lijie didn't report it, obviously everyone shouldn't inquire about this kind of thing, at such a critical moment, any accident is very likely.

Thinking of this, Ethan let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair as if he were about to die: "So they'd better hide away and be quiet." ”

"I think it's a little... It's kind of unfair,..." Rand suddenly joined the conversation, and he had been buried in his own business for a while.

"What's unfair? Social Darwinism, the law of the jungle. It's fair to see who has the big fist..."Ethan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said lazily, "Who made them... What about weakness? ”

Weakness is the original sin!