Everyone who heard this fell into a temporary state of dementia.

Just worried that we won't blow up?

Want us to blow up?

For the hair?

Five seconds after the platform was messy, a few well-prepared analysts threw out a bold conclusion with astonishing hand speed: if not a threat, then this is the truth, power comes from radiation, and he wants more radiation!

They are all smart people, they can be thorough at one point, and it is a conspiracy to grind and grind and pick three and four stabs, and what we want is for us to nucleate Los Angeles.

As for whether the money is or not, he didn't even ask how the money was paid, did he care about the money?

How can superheroes not get money in this way, he wants us to impulsively fire ten thousand guns, and then everyone will have to go to prison for the rest of their lives!

…...

In the president's office on the second floor, Donald's face was gloomy, and his hands were heavy on his heart.

Sure enough, he was not afraid of nuclear bombs at all, because he loved radioactivity the most, and the confession of the man named Baker made it very clear that he had scanned the CT for a few hours, and it must have been the ray that catalyzed the mutation.

The most powerful ability of this bald Chinese mutant is not the manipulation of telekinesis, nor the fact that he jumps far and his skin is thick enough not to be afraid of bullets, nor is it that he has good eyes and a hearing stick and a sense of smell that is stronger than that of a dog... It's that he's so good at pretending to be coercive and threatening!

Standing there in two sentences, there must be a threat, there must be a threat in the three sentences, squinting and pretending to be forced, raising eyebrows to threaten, smiling and pretending to be a cold face threat, cold face pretending to be a smile and threatening, a faint thick shade is appropriate, and the mocha cat shit card is not a variety of fancy ,... Fack!

Is this a reality show?!

What a shame!

"Fooled, that order just now was too impulsive and it was simply too bad for me!"

He looked at Ivanka, who was clasping her hands in front of her chest, and recklessly sympathized with the humiliation.

Donald frowned and asked, "What do you think?" ”

"With his current ability, unless he hits nearby, he's... Nuclear bombs are no longer functional. ”

Ivanka said softly, let go of her hand and clicked on the tablet, and sighed: "In addition to high temperature, the killing elements of nuclear weapons are nothing more than optical radiation, shock waves, early nuclear radiation, radioactive contamination and nuclear magnetic pulses. Radiation he likes, shockwaves he is not afraid. ”

Donald, with a treasure chest in hand, is well aware of the power of nuclear weapons, but only for ordinary people.

He has been well educated and knows that the main form of death of a nuclear explosion is a shock wave, and the killing effect of the shock wave on people is mainly indirect killing, not direct pressure.

The human body can withstand an overpressure of 2.1 kilograms per square centimeter, but the wind caused by an overpressure of 0.15 kilograms per square centimeter can easily blow a person several kilometers away...

So the way to die is... Fall to your death,....

But theoretically speaking, for organisms with strong regenerative ability, there is no such thing as death due to falling, so it is ineffective against superhero blasters, unless they are directly blasted into slag... It's not possible!

"Hit it directly? Didn't you say 100 million degrees of heat? Donald asked rhetorically, "Directly vaporized within one kilometer, shredded within two kilometers, three kilometers ... All corpses..."

"There's no way he's going to give us a chance to explode him directly, the influence of his telekinesis is at least five kilometers, and there must be a sense of foreign objects here.

He can detect a nuclear warhead from a distance of five kilometers, and then, perhaps, in a few seconds, jump out of the danger zone, and with his ability to recover ... If he still likes radiation, his abilities will become even more terrifying. Ivanka read softly the words on the platform.

There are now three schematic diagrams on the platform:

The explosion of a million-ton hydrogen bomb in the center of Los Angeles will leave a large crater with a diameter of 300 meters and a depth of 60 meters in the center of the city, and the edge of the blast center formed by radioactive soil around the crater will be up to 200 meters in diameter, and the area where the explosion center is one kilometer outward, except for some huge bridge piers and the foundations of buildings, everything will disappear, two kilometers away, a few reinforced concrete solid buildings can be spared, and 2,700 meters is the limit distance for important protective buildings to keep not falling.

The above is the result of the detonation on the ground, with One Doane Street as the center, a three-kilometer circle of ruins, no, actually five kilometers, because the glass walls of those buildings in Los Angeles must also be shattered, and within ten kilometers, there will be a mess, and all kinds of building fragments will be thrown to this distance.

If you put a nuclear egg in a sewer and detonate it, One Doane Street will fly into the sky, and a meteor shower will fall within 20 kilometers......

Air... Never mind!

Ivanka didn't watch it, the scene was too bloody.

Now there are only three nuclear wash schemes, underground, on the ground, in the air, which are to find someone to transport in, find someone to transport in, airdrop or missile, of course, all hypothetical, because Donald knows that he is just talking angry.

A single million-yield nuclear bomb in Los Angeles would have caused damage to property within 180 square kilometers, killed 500,000 people, and injured 2 million people, and this was only within three hours of the explosion, not counting the damage caused by the nuclear fire, long-term nuclear radiation and contamination after the explosion.

Donald felt like he was out of breath: a nuclear egg passed, the dead bald head may not have anything to do, Los Angeles is gone, California is ruined, the United States has lost at least ten trillion, what will happen to me?

For a moment, he felt the pain of sitting on his ass under the couch full of stabs.

What do we do when a pesky fly hovers and circles on our birthday cake? Slap it to death?

The birthday cake is probably over,...

What do we do if a cancer cell is swimming in the body? Chemotherapy and radiotherapy together?

Can you kill it? Or will we cut it off wherever it goes?

Mutants are only up to mutants to deal with, but we don't! This is something that will take time to solve.

A lot of times politics is about negotiation, impulses only exist on the surface, no one here is a fool, let alone a madman, if you have to say that there is one, then the dead bald head may be.

The bosses in superheroes are all sick in their heads, and this behavior is very similar. The thinking of bungee jumping all the time, the irony of every word, and the unbelievable mannerisms...

To put it simply, it's three words: villain!

Can I do it? Donald thinks this is a waste of brain, knowing that it is useless to do it, it will only hurt himself and still do it, isn't that stupid?

Personal interests must be put before national interests, this is the law of life of businessmen and politicians, not to mention that he is worse than the president who has been in power for less than a year... Not firmly!

His family still has so many assets in California, and the national strength of the United States is also on the verge of danger, and if the order goes down, let alone whether his subordinates will carry it out, he will definitely have to step down.

There has never been a plan that says the president can decide for himself to launch nuclear weapons into American cities, especially Los Angeles.

Can you explain that I'm here to eliminate future hazards?

Because a Chinese mutant is making trouble on our turf? That person will ask me if this guy still has citizenship, and you haven't thought about it?

Can I say that I fancy his abilities and want to cultivate a little mutant self-defense, and by the way, live a few more years myself? If I dare to say this, I will be smashed in the face by shit.

Because he injured a few thugs and shook down a small broken building, you made the decision to nukehold Los Angeles?

When the time comes, the parliamentary media, the elderly and children at home and abroad, Donald seems to see that countless people will hold a photo of Los Angeles that was bombed into Pompeii in one hand, and hold an old photo in the other hand to question how they are brain-dead to make such a move!

There is also a long list of dead and wounded on the side!

I'm at least a treason!

No way!

Donald is now beginning to wonder if there is some opponent behind him who is directing the country to manipulate the dead bald head to make trouble, there is a conspiracy here, this is against my character?

"Did you find anything special at the villa now?"

"Yes, quite a few!" Ivanka looked at the records, "The source is complicated, and I think the news will get out soon." The excuse for disaster relief is not very good, and the impact of this incident is too great! ”

Donald let out a long sigh, then he can't do it even more, damn the Amber Project, a bad review or a bad review!

That order was too impulsive!

But it seems that I liked it at the beginning... It's all because greed has blinded my reason, and now I'm confused, and the guy who came up with the plan is simply a national thief!