Apocalyptic natural disaster: I take over Lake Baikal, you can do whatever you want

Thinking of this, Puchuan took out his nuclear briefcase, entered the password, inserted the key, entered the coordinates, and slammed the launch button.

"Haha! Lin Feng! I don't know what you are thinking! Since you want to die! Then I will grant your wish! The current situation of the United States is caused by you! Today! Although I am dead! I am still the president of the United States!!!"

Puchuan's old face was full of crazy wrinkles! If he could die together with Lin Feng in the end, he would not be nailed to the pillar of shame in history!

Puchuan would never doubt that there is something wrong with the American system! It’s not me who has the problem! It’s you!

At this moment, a militia missile was fired directly from a missile silo in the north of the capital!

Puchuan had imagined that this militia would be shot at any location on the earth, but Puchuan never thought that this militia would explode in the capital of the United States.

Because the distance was so close, as soon as the militia took off, all the survivors in the capital saw it.

"You're crazy, Puchuan. We're dead. All of us are dead."

When the captain of the American soldiers saw this scene, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground, his face full of despair and disbelief.

Now, let alone the fact that he was a level two psychic and couldn't run away or hide, even if he was a level five psychic, he would be dead.

"Let's die, let's die together. I've had enough of this kind of life. Haha! Hahahaha!"

"That's right! If we have to die, we die together! This way no one loses out!"

"Let's die together! Amen!"

A group of American soldiers felt relieved after seeing this scene. Only they knew how miserable their life had been in the past year.

Now, finally, we can be freed.

Death is the only way to escape.

"Whoosh!!!"

The militia missile was extremely fast and flew directly towards the White House!

Everyone thought they were doomed, except Lin Feng, who smiled slightly and activated his level five supernatural power.

"Space jump!"

Lin Feng's body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared on the side of the militia.

"receive!"

In just a moment, the power of space was revealed, and the militia was directly taken into the space by Lin Feng.

For a moment, Puchuan was stunned by the scene in front of him, his jaw dropped to the ground, and it seemed as if a whole militia could be stuffed into his mouth!

"Wang Defa! Is this even possible?!"

Puchuan burst into swearing instantly, he thought he was dead. He could never have imagined in his dreams that such an outrageous thing would happen!

Those are militias! Those are nuclear bombs! How can they just take them away?!

Is there any king law?Are there any laws?

"You're doing well, keep going. If you stop before I say so, I'll send you to hell."

Lin Feng stood in the air and looked at Puchuan with a smile. It turned out to be just as he thought. This method of collecting them was much faster than looking for them one by one.

It will also be more convenient to use. When the time comes, it will explode as soon as it is thrown, and there is no need to even find a launch silo.

"Wang Defa! This is impossible! It's fake! It's all fake! I must be dreaming! Wake up! Wake up!"

Puchuan was so frightened that he seemed to have lost his mind. He picked up his suitcase and started pressing it frantically. If this wasn't a dream, how could it happen in reality?

"Whoosh whoosh!!!"

Continuous militia bullets cut through the air and shot continuously at the White House. If they all exploded, no one would survive in the entire capital of the United States.

Lin Feng kept using space jumps to collect his spoils. If he had a hundred of them, he could kill Zhumu, and a shocking reversal of his past life would occur.

His fifth-level superpower is space jumping, which Lin Feng doesn’t think is a bad thing. It is also a life-saving superpower. Its attack power is insufficient, but he can carry more nuclear bombs.

Even if he awakened the space cutting, Lin Feng didn't think he had the ability to cut off the oak's head. It would be more practical to jump in space now. These last local specialties of the global village can finally shine.

A group of American soldiers stared in amazement at the militiamen who were shooting at the White House like firecrackers, and then without waiting for them to explode, they were put into space by Lin Feng one after another.

Is this the legendary fifth-level supernatural being? Is it really that outrageous?

How can we, a bunch of little Karami, defeat such a strong man? No wonder the machine gun doesn't work? Did you see it? Even a nuclear bomb wouldn't work!

"It's all fake! What on earth is real? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Puchuan has completely lost his mind. He will never give up unless he blows Lin Feng to death today.

Puchuan is now like an internet-addicted teenager who has been beaten by others for a hundred games in a row, and he keeps typing away on the keyboard frantically, just hoping to kill the other person in one game!

Doesn’t the way Puchuan randomly taps on the buttons look just like you when you’re madly losing?

Unfortunately, this is like pressing buttons randomly like a chicken pecking at rice, which is of no use at all.

Lin Feng collected dozens of militiamen, and the number of nuclear warheads has reached hundreds.

Lin Feng felt that his special ability was about to be exhausted today, so he jumped directly to Puchuan's side and stopped him from pressing the button.

This kind of thing requires moderation. Dozens of shots a day is already the upper limit. No one can handle more than that.

Only when everyone is well, will things be truly good. This kind of thing must be controlled, controlled, and controlled again.

If you can't control it, it will be fatal.

"Puchuan, that's enough for today. We'll continue tomorrow. You can keep pressing, but I won't accept it. You will be the one to die."

With Lin Feng holding his hand, Puchuan finally regained consciousness.

This is impossible, right? But now my wrist is hurting from being grabbed.

It hurts, it really does.

If it hurts, then it’s not a dream.

"Lin Feng, who are you? Could it be that you are invincible?"

Puchuan asked Lin Feng in shock, "Last year, Lin Feng robbed us of our supplies, and this year, Lin Feng robbed us of our nuclear bombs. Doesn't our beautiful country have any shame?"

Even if the United States is a fat sheep, you should not fleece me alone, right? If you continue to fleece me, there will be nothing left.

"Pukawa, don't even think about running. You can run, but you can't get away. Have a good meal and a good sleep in your White House. If I find out tomorrow that you've run away, I'll nuke the eight northeastern states. If you don't want to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, wait for me at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning."

Lin Feng smiled and used space jump to leave directly, disappearing out of thin air.

We harvested several hundred nuclear bombs today, enough to kill the oak trees.

Tomorrow my supernatural powers will be restored and we will continue.

Never die.

Finally: I have been really unlucky recently. I have been put in the small dark room three times in one month. The reason was different each time. Now is the third time.

I don’t know if I can get out, but it really affects my mood and my faith is broken.

I took a day off yesterday to revise it, I hope it will be out soon. No matter what, I will write to the end, don't worry.

You can still read it if you add it to your bookshelf. Thank you for your support. Don't worry about the ending. Thank you.