Ten minutes ago, Washington, DC, underground fortifications.

Secretary of State Walter sat behind the long table and reached out to rub his aching temples.

Because it was crowded with high-ranking officials, the already small tactical command room was a little cramped.

The high-ups who really decided the direction of the Bald Eagle nation stared at the big screen at the end of the room, where the battle was shown on the platform of the Babel Spire.

The private satellite owned by Wayne Group, which was temporarily called, was indeed as reliable as the company to which it belonged, and the relay signal was quite stable, maximizing the restoration of the scene and presenting it to the Gungon princes present.

The battle between the Four Horsemen and the Avengers is thrilling, with energy cannons dancing with swords, thunder and strains flying, vibranium shields resisting shocks, and occasional bows bursting out of the shadows causing violent explosions.

The momentum of the battle was so huge, even through the screen, it made these elites feel a huge pressure.

The bald eagle elite relies on the entire social apparatus.

Elites who are familiar enough with the rules of this huge machine can climb to the top, let other civilians work for them, and use the power of society as a whole to formulate rules and regulations for the general public, and strictly prohibit civilians from transgressing.

However, their pride is lost in front of these freaks with strange powers, who fight with the most primitive and brutal violence.

The huge disparity tightened their throats, and many high-ranking officials tugged at their collars as if they were being grabbed by the palms of their hands when they saw Hulk slashing through a reinforced concrete building.

However, whether it is the shimmering Four Horsemen, the Norse gods who master thunder, or the Hulk, who can be infinitely charged by relying on rage, their fighting methods are at least fixed, and can be understood and parsed by "common sense".

On the other side, Leon's battle with Apocalypse was beyond the comprehension of the human body.

Flicker, teleport, teleport, disappear, reappear.

The two of them are like the constant jamming on the old TV, the monitoring facilities of the artificial satellite cannot keep up with the speed of the two, and the low frame rate can only record one or two afterimages in front of the eyes of everyone present.

Not only that, but the fluctuations of the abilities emanating from the two of them will distort the air around them at all times, as illusory as a mirage.

If the mind is too focused on the battle process between the two, the followers will only feel that their energy is being consumed rapidly, not only can they not analyze objectively, but they may even vomit because of the nausea brought by the visual impact.

Secretary of State Walter's face tightened, and the motion sickness medication handed by the secretary alleviated the pain to a great extent, allowing him to stay energetic.

As a loyal patriot in a way, he must be fully focused on the outcome of this battle, which will affect the development of the entire United States and indeed the human race.

Whether it's the apocalypse that has mastered the plague strain and tries to captive and kidnap all of humanity; is still a one-man army, can easily burst out of huge productivity, and become the "ultimate producer";

In front of these two beings as powerful as gods, the other 7 billion people on the blue planet are as humble and insignificant as ants.

At the thought of this, fear gripped Walter's thumping heart again.

The broadcast continues, the apocalypse recites scriptures, the Tower of Babel is shrouded in an energy barrier....

Suddenly, the Sputnik broadcast came to an abrupt end and turned into pitch black.

"What's the situation? What about the picture? ”

The Latino boss asked with a gloomy face, and immediately the relevant staff took care of it.

After a while, the door of the tactical command room was opened, and a strategic office clerk with a sign on his chest said with difficulty: "There is a broadband rate and high-intensity electromagnetic energy eruption outside New York City, and the picture cannot be broadcast for the time being, and the aircraft carrier battle group in the open sea cannot be connected for the time being..."

In this cramped tactical command room, the high-ranking officers in clerical uniforms were still in a daze, but the American generals in bald eagle uniforms had already changed their colors, and even shouted out in a rather gaffe: "What?!" ”

The so-called electromagnetic energy eruption is actually an ancillary effect of the electromagnetic pulse EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse), which can generate an extremely strong electromagnetic field, which is coupled with electronic equipment, resulting in current surges, and then destroying the electronic equipment itself.

There are very few ways to cause the physical phenomenon of electromagnetic pulse.

If the loss of communication by the aircraft carrier can be explained, but satellites in low-earth orbit can be affected.......

"Yes, is it a nuclear bomb?" An officer couldn't hold back his trembling body and asked with difficulty, "Who did it?" Hairy bear? ”

"No, it's not a nuclear bomb."

Secretary of State Walter frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he said categorically: "A low-altitude nuclear explosion at an altitude of less than 10 kilometers will only cause a limited electromagnetic effect, and it is impossible to affect it so far."

In a high-altitude nuclear explosion, the deflection of the Earth's magnetic field makes the electromagnetic pulse visible, which can be easily scanned by other satellites.

In addition, the 100,000-ton air explosion generated at an altitude of 60 miles can cause an EMP destruction zone that can cover most of the United States, so that our electronic equipment here in Washington will also be affected.

So this is not a nuclear bomb, it's just the aftermath of the fighting. ”

The Secretary of State, who has always been known in American political circles for his lower-body thinking, was stunned and stared at him with incredulous eyes.

Secretary of State Walter naturally couldn't tell them how much hard work he spent in physics when he was a college student in order to get a professor of physics at a certain university (a widowed and lonely half-aged with a pair of underage twin daughters).

just had a cold face, stared at everyone present with dead fish eyes, and said indifferently: "What do you want me to do?" I like to watch sci-fi, don't I? ”

"Now is not the time to discuss this."

A certain American admiral who was a first-class person interrupted Walter's words and said directly to the Bald Eagle boss: "Your Excellency, whoever wins this battle is not a good thing for the United States.

We have now lost New York and can no longer afford to lose the East Coast. ”

The admiral didn't say everything, but everyone present was a brilliant person, and they had a tacit understanding with each other.

Apocalypse and Leon are beyond the reach of conventional weapons, and they are enough to be regarded as gods and worshiped in ancient times.

Whether the gods are merciful or indifferent, whether the gods care about the offerings of the nether, whether the gods can understand the interests of mortals,

The very existence of "God" is a threat to human beings.

"Mankind does not need God,"

Secretary of State Walter stared at the Latino boss and said word by word: "The United States, which is trying to maintain its hegemony, needs no gods." ”

In the tactical command room, there was a dead silence.

"The gods are a threat, and since they are threats, they need to be erased."

The admiral also raised his eyelids and said calmly but firmly: "Your Excellency, the United States needs your judgment. ”

The Latino boss licked his chapped lips and said bitterly, ".... First, send a sentry cluster to observe the situation at the scene and weigh it.

If there is no guarantee that the god-killing will succeed, then prepare to drop a nuclear bomb. ”

No one asked about the fate of the New Yorkers, and no one cared about the Avengers on the spire of the Tower of Babel, all of them were expressionless and easily decided their fate.

"Release the Sentinel Cluster."

The order was swiftly issued, and after several radio transmissions, it was transmitted to several aircraft carriers.

Hundreds of kilometers from New York, these carriers avoided the first wave of the electromagnetic pulse of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

The aircraft carrier's engine room slowly opened, and hundreds of humanoid machines were exposed to the air.

These steel figures were more than three meters tall, and their exterior was covered with extremely fine fish scale-like armor, which were layered on top of each other, enveloping them.

The head of the humanoid machine is inverted triangular in shape, with a rounded lower tip and an upper round, no mouth and nose, and only two narrow and thin holes in the eye sockets, which glow yellow and presumably act as visual sensors.

Since the sixties and seventies of the last century, Bolívar Trisk, a doctor of anthropology, has established the Trisk Group, which specializes in cooperating with government departments, mainly producing defensive robots related to mutant genes - that is, the Sentinel Robot Generation model.

Behind the scenes, the Trisk Group has always been inextricably linked to the X Weapon Program, relying on the classified mutant information delivered by the X Weapon Program, the Sentry Robots of the Trisk Group have been continuously improved, gradually reducing industrial costs, and becoming more and more practical.

It wasn't until Magneto hijacked electronic devices, broadcast the world, and beheaded William Stryker in public, that the federal government was pressured to halt any projects that were overwhelmingly mutant-related.

Among them, there are even some purebred human chauvinists who put forward the absurd project of relying on genetically modified corn to genetically erase the possibility of mutant babies being born.

As for the dwarf doctor Polivar, within a few days of the live broadcast, he was found bleeding and violently dying at home.

Without even digging too deep, the police concluded that Dr. Polivar Trisk had died of a sudden heart attack on the absurd grounds that "Dr. Polivar Trisk had died of a sudden heart attack while he had a bractograph in a luxurious villa".

This kind of absurdity, comparable to the onion news, did not cause any waves in the time when mutants became politically correct, and it was only then that the dregs became the gossip of the people in the market – after all, the scene of the dwarf capitalists holding an uncovered meeting is enough to provoke the imagination.

It no longer matters whether Bolívar died as a result of mutant forces or if someone in the federal government tried to cover his tracks.

The important thing is that the Sentinel Robotics left over from the Trisk Group has been fully taken over by the Federation, and it has been secretly improving and debugging it as a backhand to prevent mutant riots.

Although he had not experienced high-intensity combat tests, a certain senior officer standing on the bridge of an aircraft carrier was extremely confident in the sentry, talking and laughing, and scolding Fang Xuan.

"The first echelon of the Sentinel Robot Cluster, let's go!"

The commander watched with vigour, as the sentries self-sustained flames swept forward against the deck of the aircraft carrier.

These Ark reactors, acquired from Stark Group, completely solve the problem of energy supply for sentry robots, allowing robot battle groups to fly hundreds of kilometers at high speed and carry out surprise attacks.

In the eyes of this front-line commander, the Sentinel Robot, which is small, has a lot of firepower, and does not cause radar fluctuations, is like a next-generation main battle weapon that can be arranged separately.

Crucially, the Sentinel Cluster is resistant to electromagnetic pulses and can break through the barrier of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

"May God bless America."

The commander drew a cross on his chest and watched as hundreds of sentries formed a group and flew towards Manhattan.

He stood there stunned, and suddenly, as if thinking of something, clenched his fists, and whispered to himself, "No, no, I shouldn't have said that." ”

"It should be, go and overturn those two powerful gods."

The swarm of sentinel robots, which had high hopes from the commander, rushed towards the spire of the Tower of Babel, with great momentum.

In order to maintain order in the world, they have taken on the glorious duty of "killing gods".

It's a pity that Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array was activated.

Under the starry sky, the ice and snow of these mechanical clusters that had been given high hopes melted and turned into a thousand winds.

What titanium alloy skeleton and what changeable shell are vulnerable in front of the star map.

Only one Sentinel was particularly lucky, relying on the blocking of its companion's body to avoid most of the starlight.

The last survivor struggled to maneuver the starlight-worn body and flew up to the spire of the Tower of Babel.

Through the Sentinel robot's communication device, the White House heroes were able to observe the situation on the scene.

Apocalypse fell to the ground under the falling starlight, while Li Ang indifferently put away the large array, silently turned around, and looked at the sentinel robot with the duty of "killing gods".