Before the seemingly overwhelming flames and shockwaves struck, Colonel Anderson kissed the cross pendant given by his wife, "Goodbye, Lisa...... We'll see you in hell, monster!"

Perhaps this is what humanity calls hell. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Chaos and chaos continue to erode the mind and will, Chu Man completely let go of the control of his body, and now he is completely dominated by 'it', he can only passively accept the information conveyed by his senses.

The tall buildings that seemed to be strong enough to last until the end of the world crumbled into ruins, both the living and the dead were turned into charred dust along with the flowers and trees, and the death outside the range of the shockwave was even more tragic - even if they scratched their necks and throats, they couldn't breathe in the slightest oxygen, and finally died in despair.

And it was in the center of the shock wave and the high-temperature flame, but it stepped out of the center of light and heat step by step, as if it was just a phantom that did not exist in the world, and only Chu Man could feel the pleasure and pleasure it enjoyed from it.

......

"Woo!", "Horn!", "Tick!!"

The sound of various vehicle horns resounded through many of Washington's main traffic arteries, and from time to time, car owners who couldn't wait abandoned their cars and fled, further aggravating the road congestion.

There was no need for television or radio coverage to see the huge fireballs and explosions rising from the Capitol, not to mention the troops and warplanes that were hurrying to get there.

On Pennsylvania Street, where tanks and rockets resonate, machine guns and cannons, the courage of the soldiers is about to reach the bottom line: their attacks do nothing, as if they were attacking a collective illusion.

The tank gunner reloaded another shell unconvincedly, but he didn't hear the sound of the cannon for a long time, and then he noticed the eerie silence in the cabin, except for the external noise of the engine vibrating, there was nothing, including the instructions of the commander who should have been, and the nonsense of his colleagues who should not have been.

The place where it should have been a cannonball rested was the head of his colleague, staring straight at his head, blood still running down the real cannonball underneath, and dots of red viscosity pointed at the barrel.

"I owe you!" the commander's voice sounded condescendingly, and the gunner only felt a strange sensation in his neck......

Two Wuzhi, three tanks, and hundreds of soldiers spread out in all directions of Washington City, using their weapons to spread the favor of the "gods", such as the nearest restaurant and hotel.

......

"We have no choice, the president has not recovered, and it will only get worse if we wait!"

In the Pentagon, because the chief minister and the president are just as delirious, the deputy secretary, who has temporarily taken over the supreme military power, is still hesitant to use nuclear weapons.

Of course, not the kind of big guy that can wipe out Washington, but a nuclear-warhead rocket that has been criticized as a suicide missile, the lethality is only a few kilometers, but it is enough, if even the temperature of the sun can't destroy the unknown monster, they really can only pray to God.

The only question is, who bears the responsibility for the nuclear explosion?

......

"Sacrifice...... Sacrificial ...... Sacrifice ......"

The girl grabbed the somewhat dry blonde hair, and muttered feverishly repeatedly, and under the blonde hair was the head of her stepmother, who still maintained a frightened and incredulous expression, and on the ground, the stepmother's headless body, and behind it, the drunkard father whose big belly had been cut open and his fat intestines flowed out;

This is just an ordinary resident's home in Washington, and in front of the White House, one after another citizens are forcibly brought in, and then they are dissected, dirty, mutilated, and beheaded!

To the great "Him".

Feverish cries, terrible screams, ultimate despair, the nothingness of death......

It was so sweet that it was intoxicated, and the book also showed itself little by little in this sweetness, and finally opened it automatically, and something invisibly transferred from the pages to it little by little, filling it with it, but also further oppressing Chu Man's will.

"It's almost ...... Not enough! More than that!" ******."

This was the first time it spoke, and Chu Man was not surprised and didn't spare the strength to be surprised, anyway, it didn't matter, just like the unclear words it recited at the end, because: "It's fast, it's really fast." ”

......

Military wagons in dark green hues came to a halt in front of the tall buildings with a hula, and a company of soldiers had cleared the area, and the ample ammunition was enough to turn all the offenders into cold corpses with good tactics.

The two soldiers entered the wagon's tarpaulin-covered cargo compartment and worked together to lift a box large enough for an adult to lie in, with a yellow and black pattern on it.

The same thing happened at the six commanding heights of the appropriate distance, centered on the White House.

A few kilometers away at the Pentagon, the deputy secretary of defense signs document after document, full of cumbersome sentences and jargon, which will ultimately serve as a minimum cover-up.

If things don't go well, then these may even be waste paper.

......

“& amp; amp;*￥%*...... ￥”

Even the sky seemed to be gloomy under its strange syllables, and the sea of corpses and blood in front of it trembled slightly as if it had reached a boiling point, and the blood flowed and extended little by little, enveloping all the sacrificed corpse rockeries.

The bloody stench that was severe enough to instantly smoke a normal person quietly disappeared, and in its place was a black mist that slowly filled the space.

As its last syllable fell, everything seemed to freeze and stagnate in an instant, except for the disorderly writhing and swirling black mist, which slowly gathered and flowed towards it.

"You know what, you're like a college idiot smoking marijuana right now~" Chu Man finally spoke, but his voice sounded behind him.

......

“DO-IT！”

With an order, the M388 rocket launcher, which has been criticized since the completion of the design, ignited, fluttered, and shot out!

The warhead went high, flew over tall buildings, reached the highest point, began to slide, and after a little bit turned head-down, it went straight to the White House......

"Boom !!!"

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Three hours after the sun flashed at the White House, a plane took off from Andrews Air Force Base, following a secret order signed by the president and given three days earlier by the director of the CIA.

What the pilots knew, what the Pentagon knew, what the C.I.A. knew, what the president knew, was that the plane was carrying a group of military instructors who were going to Israel under the guise of an expedition and would actually support Afghanistan.

But even at the top of the CIA, only a handful of people knew that the plane was still carrying a few anonymous "passengers", a secret "gift" to the Soviets.

And no one knew that there was an uninvited guest in the plane that had just taken off.