the world is at stake

Heart-piercing yells echoed throughout the central rotunda as members of the Brotherhood watched as the sacred symbol of America's 'many as one' was destroyed.

The Capitol is the center of Washington, D.C., occupying the city's highest elevation and at the same time being the city's most beautiful and spectacular building.

Americans regard this neoclassical building as the highest symbol of power owned by the people, governed by the people, and for the people.The goddess on the top of the building is the embodiment of its sacred meaning.

Now the bronze statue fell with the collapse of the dome. The height of nearly [-] meters endowed her with huge potential energy, and there was a whistling sound of wind when it fell.

There was a loud noise, broken, and collapsed, and everyone at the scene subconsciously tried to avoid it.

The falling bronze statue of the goddess just hit the 'disc', but the 'disc' was not destroyed.The electric light shining above the latter forms a black hole, swallowing any falling objects without limit.

After the engulfment, the power of the 'Yuanpan' not only did not weaken, but was even stronger and continued to expand.

The light was so strong that it was difficult for Zhou Qingfeng to see.He held the 'commodore' backwards, trying to drag him elsewhere.

But when the senior commander of the brotherhood saw the 'disk' activated, he became bloody instead.He yelled at the other subordinates: "Don't take care of me, continue our unfinished business."

After saying 'Brigadier General', he pulled out the pistol from his leg pocket, and pulled the trigger towards his head without any hesitation.

After the sound of the gunshot, Zhou Qingfeng's warm blood splashed all over his head and face.He looked in surprise at the hostage he had shot himself in the head, and at the surrounding fraternity members who were looking at him.

"Wait... this guy committed suicide!"

The astonishment of being unable to accept the status quo, the deep-rooted hatred, and the fearlessness of religious fanaticism, the mad heart of the Brotherhood of Steel was completely activated.

Zhou Qingfeng took the first step, threw away the corpse and shot at the closest target.Within a distance of ten meters, he almost missed every shot, and the shot rang out.

But after a few shots, more Brotherhood militants rushed towards Zhou Qingfeng like zombies.At least seven or eight long and short firearms were aimed at him for a while.

The bullets were pouring down like a storm, and Zhou Qingfeng jumped the wall like a cat in a hurry, and complained about the other party: "Why can't these guys talk well?"

“Washington Ascension Map“

Author's Note: Washington is also a pervert, surrounded by goddesses.

Chapter 047 The Last Minute

January [-], evening.Seventeen thirty U.S. Eastern time.

Wang arrived at Andrews Air Force Base near Washington, D.C., aboard the Marine One helicopter.An E-4B 'Doomsday Plane' is already waiting on the runway.

The turbulent airflow beside the runway messed up Wang Wang's blond hair. His fat body had to rely on the full support of two Secret Service agents to quickly step on the boarding ramp.

Before stepping into the cabin, King Wang didn’t forget to turn his head and shout, “I am the wartime president of the United States now, and always will be. No one understands the state of wartime better than me.”

There are only a few people who can follow into the "Doomsday Plane", and even most of the followers of the Secret Service are left behind.

People either stayed by the runway, or stood on the control tower, or stayed in the hangar, watching the huge 'Doomsday Plane' quickly take off into the sky.

When King Dong left, the people left behind looked up and looked at each other and asked, "What should we do?"

Outside the atmosphere, sixteen 'Bulava' ICBMs were accelerated to Mach [-].They have completed the ascent phase of the flight and are approaching Greenland to separate the first-stage main rocket boosters in turn.

The national missile defense systems deployed in North America and Greenland are launching frantically.

Smoke trails appeared on the horizon, and hundreds of land-based interceptor missiles continued to soar into the sky, flying towards their targets under the guidance of long-range radar.

But no one knows if the interception was successful.

Inside NORAD at Cheyenne Mountain.

The staff on duty watched the dotted lines representing the trajectory of the missile stretch on the big screen—all the programs were taken over by the computer, and there was not much they could do but wait.

"Have you contacted the Russians?"

"Are they really going to destroy each other?"

"Our land-based missiles are being launched and contacting sea-based nuclear submarines."

"All incoming warheads were aimed solely at Washington, D.C., most likely a private act of a nuclear submarine.

"The fairing of the incoming missile has been thrown away, and the secondary booster will be separated soon."

"Let the Russians start the self-destruct procedure. We won't be able to intercept all of them until the warheads separate. We can only destroy each other."

The whole world panicked at this moment, and the people who witnessed the launch process grabbed the microphones and screamed.

Those who screamed also included Zhou Qingfeng who was staying in the Capitol.He also entered a desperate state, rolled over on the spot, grabbed an AR-15 from the corpse, and fired several short bursts.

The enhanced secretion of adrenaline was counteracting the analgesic and sedative effects of morphine, prompting him to reach a peak state beyond imagination.

Strength, speed, perception, hand-eye coordination, all kinds of abilities are greatly increased under the urging of death.The precise shooting swept across the heads of four or five militants in front of him, and the bullets exploded into bloody sprays.

But the more dead, the more pounced on.

The death of the 'Brigadier General' completely aroused the animal nature of the members of the brotherhood on the scene. They forgot about the upcoming nuclear warheads, and only one thought remained in their minds, which was to kill Zhou Qingfeng.

The militants in the entire rotunda were firing in one direction, and the bullets chased Zhou Qingfeng's figure, forcing him to keep looking for cover and couldn't stop for a moment.

At the same time, the 'disk' in the hall is setting off a more violent lightning storm.The electric light crackled, producing an inexplicable suction force, and the approaching objects trembled slightly, and even floated.

In front of the destroyed console, several non-combat technicians stared at the light on the disc with tongue-tied eyes, and muttered to themselves, "It's over, the 'disk' is completely out of control."

A technician looked at the time, then watched the intense battle scene, and shouted through tears: "What should we do? Wait for the end to come?"

Another technician next to him was shouting: "Wait, the space-time beacon is locating, it is locating. We may still have a chance to escape."

Before the words fell, a stray bullet hit the console, scaring several technicians to run away.But these guys didn't go far, only went around to the other side of the 'circle'.

One of them stared at the raging electric light on the 'disk' in a daze, stood up as if possessed by a demon, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

The other companions screamed and wanted to stop, shouting constantly: "Wait for it to stabilize, wait for it to stabilize."

Zhou Qingfeng has been circling the circular hall in order to survive.

He was wearing a fraternity uniform, and as long as he ran quickly and out of sight of the few witnesses, he could easily blend in with other fraternity members, at least for two or three seconds.

The short-term security was enough for him to gain some respite, and he ran quickly into the complicated corridors of the Capitol, looking for the next hidden spot.

but……

"There is no way to escape like this. The nuclear bomb will soon re-enter the atmosphere at a super-speed of Mach [-], and the entire Washington, D.C. will be completely destroyed. The Capitol is even the locked target."

Panting heavily, Zhou Qingfeng followed behind the buttocks of several fraternity members, pretending to help.But the military uniforms of the people in front of him suddenly glowed red, as if some kind of friend-or-foe identification device had been activated.

The few people looked at each other, making sure that the people around them were all their own people, and then looked back at the person who was following behind him for no reason—no fart response.

"Don't fucking move." Zhou Qingfeng kept his gun muzzle steady, and shouted in a vicious voice, "Nuclear bombs are coming, shouldn't you think about how to survive?"

Not knowing whether words of persuasion are useful, or whether the muzzle is more deterrent, or whether the upcoming nuclear warhead will bring a huge psychological impact, several members of the fraternity froze in place, quietly looking at the counterfeit behind them.

"Do you know how to enter the underground nuclear shelter?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "We can live together."

The members of the fraternity remained motionless, and only one of them shook his head and said, "Our plan has not considered activating underground nuclear shelters, and there is no plan for this."

"Then what should we do now?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again, "Wait to die?"

The few people on the opposite side didn't answer, but their expressions seemed to change after a while, their originally dull eyes became lively, and the eyes they looked at Zhou Qingfeng were complicated and inexplicable.

The confrontation lasted less than three seconds, and a person close to Zhou Qingfeng rushed over and wanted to hug him.Several other people in the back quickly reached out and drew their guns.

The one who rushed forward shouted loudly: "Get rid of him and continue our unfinished business."

Zhou Qingfeng raised his leg and kicked, trampling the fraternity members who rushed forward like a chicken.The muzzle of the gun in his hand jumped briskly, and the other opponents on the opposite side were all swept away.

The fraternity member who was trampled had his chest and lungs collapsed, vomited blood, and seemed to be dying.Zhou Qingfeng didn't talk nonsense with him, he knelt down on one knee, took off his headphones, and listened with his ears.

The Brotherhood of Steel's radio communication is broadcasting a general message: "His Excellency the Commodore General is dead, the nuclear bomb is about to strike, all gather in the central rotunda.

The lightning storm of the 'disk' is taking shape, and we may be able to return through the portal.

Once again, assemble immediately in the central rotunda. Project 'Disc' has not failed yet, we can still live. "

Chapter 048

As the injured person's heartbeat stopped, the communication equipment he carried lost the ability to connect to the network.Zhou Qingfeng dropped the earphones in his hand, and his spirits lifted a little.

'Disk', Lightning Storm, Time and Space Gate, no matter what they are, there is a way to die.

Several of the bodies were heavily armed, including an M249 machine gun, and specialized M72 rocket launchers.

Needless to say, machine guns have far more firepower and suppression than assault rifles. The M72 bazooka is a sharp weapon for individual soldiers, with great power in short and medium ranges.

In addition, there are some gun grenades and the like, which can greatly increase the lethality of close-range firefights, which are more powerful than mere bullets.

Zhou Qingfeng also obtained bulletproof inserts to strengthen his own defense.But the problem that was giving him a headache was the identification friend or foe strategy that the Brotherhood had just launched.

The bold red lights on the military uniforms look silly, but they are effective in the heat of street fighting.This thing is also connected to the heartbeat, and it will not work after it is dismantled.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

Holding the machine gun, Zhou Qingfeng marched towards the central rotunda, and soon encountered the Brotherhood's defensive forces.He has neither a password nor a red light, and any answer can't be matched. It's no wonder that the other party doesn't pour water-like bullets on him.

Now the militants of the Brotherhood knew that there was an enemy who wore their uniform and sneaked in to kill their own commander. When they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they really wanted to tear him alive.

The sound of sudden gunshots was earth-shattering.

A simple barricade was built in the corridor leading to the central rotunda, and Zhou Qingfeng ran away without hesitation.He has a machine gun grenade bazooka, but there are more machine gun grenade bazookas on the opposite side.

Ammunition swished over, especially the M72 rocket launcher, which was light, compact and powerful.A single high-explosive bomb can knock down the entire corridor. If you escape slowly, you will be blown to pieces.

"Go ahead, give me a chance to live!" Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly as he stood in the corridor a good distance away from the central rotunda.

"Fuck-you!" Behind the simple barricade, several fraternity militants yelled.They couldn't see their mortal enemy, so they threw grenades one after another, hoping to kill him by rebounding.

But the rumbling explosion didn't work. It only blew up more fragments of the walls on the already messy ground and raised some dust.

So there came a mocking and hateful curse from behind the barricade: "Asshole, wait a few minutes to be blown up by a nuclear bomb. And we are leaving."

How many minutes?

Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand to look at his watch, the time is now [-]:[-].

According to the speed of intercontinental ballistic missiles, a warhead fired from the Barents Sea will take about 10 to [-] minutes to reach Washington, DC.

That is to say, within 5 minutes at the fastest and 15 minutes at the slowest, the surrounding area of ​​Capitol Hill will be ravaged by nuclear warheads equivalent to nearly [-] million tons of TNT.

The "fat man" that exploded in Nagasaki was only [-] tons equivalent, and it destroyed the entire city.

Even if the Yankee's interception system works like chicken blood at a super level, intercepting 90.00% of the warheads, there will still be nearly [-] million tons of TNT-equivalent nuclear bombs falling.

But in fact, the warhead speed of an intercontinental missile re-entering the atmosphere is above Mach [-], making it extremely difficult to intercept.

In the last 5 minutes, there was not enough time for a shot.

Zhou Qingfeng was not far from the central rotunda, less than 50 meters away in a straight line.On the 'disc' device in the center of the hall, a burst lightning storm has already taken shape.

A calm dark eye appeared in the center of the blue storm, and as the eye widened, deafening cheers erupted from the shrinking returning Fraternity.

The guys hadn't managed to set up all four 'discs', but now that one was working, they somehow managed to escape.

Zhou Qingfeng was standing in the broken corridor 50 meters away, not far from a big window.On the commanding heights of Capitol Hill, one can see anti-missile missiles flying into the sky around the city.

This indicates that the incoming intercontinental missile has completed the separation of the second-stage rocket and entered the air defense circle of the capital.The reentry vehicle is adjusting its attitude and is about to release the missile head.

The warhead will initiate a fatal dive and re-enter the atmosphere.

Uncle Zhou was at a loss, staring blankly at the rare sight, not knowing what to do - this is the strongest spear and shield of human beings confronting each other, and anyone who sees this scene will die.

"Victor." A voice sounded from among the ruins in the corridor.

"Fullman?" Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and whispered without surprise or joy, "Sorry, I couldn't find you."

"It's okay." The old man came out of nowhere.He also stared wide-eyed, looking at the smoke column vacated outside the window of the Capitol, exclaiming.

"I've lived for more than 80 years, and this is the first time I've seen this."

Behind the old man, Rogge, the thin man, and even Satomi, who should have fled early, all popped up, and they also looked out the window in amazement and sighed endlessly.

"Are we dying?"

"Nonsense, didn't you hear the radio? The Russian nuclear bomb is coming."

"Wow, the fireworks outside are so beautiful. Being able to die in a nuclear explosion is also a kind of beauty."

A few people seemed to be saying their last words, the tone was very flat.

On the contrary, Zhou Qingfeng was a little puzzled, "How did you come here?"

The old man shrugged, "Not long after you left, I was discovered by those militants. But I am too old, and those children didn't make things difficult for me.

Then they suddenly shouted that a nuclear bomb was coming, and they all ran away one by one.I was free again and went out and walked around. "

Rogge also spread his hands, "We were staying at the Library of Congress, about half an hour ago the radio said that a nuclear bomb was coming, and everyone was asked to enter the underground bunker.

But the library's underground bunker is not open to us at all.Fortunately, the subway over there is still running automatically.

I told Slim and Satomi that they should go to Victor if they were in trouble, so we came here on our own initiative.Soon, just a few minutes by subway to the Capitol.