Start at the Pinnacle of Life

On the surface of the sea, the flames are monstrous.

Leaked fuel turned the water black, linking the flames together.

In the sea of ​​flames, desperate wailing and cries for help came and went.

The aircraft carrier that was broken into two pieces sank quickly, and the vortex that was rolled up pulled all the nearby soldiers into the bottom of the sea.

Living and dead, no one is spared!

On the frigate, on the bridge and on the deck, there are several circular scorching holes.

It extends from the top to the bottom of the sea, so that the sea water keeps pouring back into the ship.

Although they had done their best to repair it, the hole in the bottom of the ship was plugged in time.

But in the next second, the light blooming in the sky split again.

Three consecutive beams of light shot directly at the cabin, and the first officer who was standing on the deck directing the rescue looked gloomy.

Desperately murmured: It's over, there's no hope!

Boom~

The power of the explosion of the engine pierced by the beam tore the entire ship in two.

Leaped high out of the water, and plunged into the sea with the section facing down.

Gululu...

The bubbles churned, and in the blink of an eye, the broken ship disappeared above the sea.

Under the deep sea, the broken hull fell to the bottom of the sea.

Around it, there are many brothers and sisters accompanying them, crying about the decline and demise of the ocean overlord.

The entire fleet was buried in the depths of the sea without any defense or the ability to fight back.

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What? The entire fleet... just disappeared?

Yes, yes, the laser beams that appeared before. They penetrated all ships without warning...

Submarine, where's the submarine?

With, and the boat, together... gone.

bang!

Slumped back on the chair behind the desk,

The puppet's face was ashen.

Nothing, nothing!

President, President, what should we do? The person who came to report anxiously asked.

He and the puppet are grasshoppers on the same rope, and what will happen next can be known without even thinking about it.

If the big guy behind it decides to surrender, he will definitely throw the puppet out as a scapegoat and seek BlackRock's forgiveness.

If you resist stubbornly, the puppet will not survive.

The Pacific Fleet is gone, and someone must stand up and take responsibility for this responsibility.

Who else is more suitable than a puppet...

Gone!

Besides, he was useless.

As a member of the puppet family, the boss was thrown out to be a scapegoat.

Among the people below them, is there any one alive?

Maybe, some unimportant characters can live.

But a core figure like him knows too much!

Let me think about it, let me think about it! The puppet sat on the chair, frowning and thinking.

The brain was about to burst into flames, but the puppet was still thinking desperately.

Want to find out the lifeline in the dead end!

snap~

Suddenly slapping the table, the puppet stood up and said, Arrange the plane immediately, I'm going to Fort Dirk.

Fort Dirk? His subordinates were stunned.

What's the use of running to Fort Dirk at this time, it's a dead end in the end.

I want to take Fort Decker as a gift to BlackRock. The puppet punched hard, hitting his palm hard.

His subordinates were taken aback by his actions, and the decision that followed made him even more terrified.

It seemed that he was really driven to a dead end.

But this is indeed a good way, if Fort Decker can be dedicated to BlackRock.

I believe that the man behind Ilibela will not mind whether he is dead or alive.

pity……

Mr. President, the plane has been arranged. Putting the phone back into his pocket, the other party's eyes showed strangeness.

The puppet, who was completely immersed in his own plan, did not notice this at all.

Let's go. Walking towards the door, the puppet threw it into his mind to perfect his plan.

Just take Fort Decker and hand over all the technology inside to BlackRock.

I believe that the other party will be willing to take me in.

Even if you can no longer live in fine clothing and fine food, staying on the west coast, it is still possible to ask for a sum of money to become a rich man.

Click!

The door opened, and in front of him was a pair of brown leather shoes.

The surface of the shoe was polished as bright as a mirror, and from inside, the puppet saw that his face turned pale instantly.

Lifting his head in despair, the last trace of luck disappeared.

The puppet seemed to have been drained of strength, and fell limply on the ground, waiting sluggishly for the arrival of death.

Thanks for your hard work.

biubiu…

The gun with silencer was aimed at the puppet and shot him dead in front of his eyes.

Looking at the crooked corpse with wide-open pupils.

The opponent stepped forward and raised his gun, biubiubiu...

The brown leather shoes didn't stop until the body was beyond recognition and all the bullets were emptied.

General. The puppet's trusted subordinate respectfully bowed to the visitor.

Um.

With a nasal sound, the brown leather shoe suddenly raised the butt of the gun.

Boom~

The butt of the gun fell, and the fresh meat splattered.

Before the other party could even say a word, he was smashed to death by brown leather shoes with the butt of a gun.

After all this was done, the brown leather shoes threw away the bloody pistol panting heavily.

Being a dog requires the despair of being a dog. How can you think of biting your master?

Wipe some bloody hands on the golem's expensive bespoke suit.

Brown leather shoes frowned and said, It's a waste to wear such clothes on you.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, the brown leather shoes took out the phone: Come in!

A group of guys in all kinds of clothes came from the end of the corridor, the leader threw something up and down in his hand.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a bomb.

The brown leather shoes wrinkled and said: I'll leave it to you, I'll go first.

Don't worry, I guarantee that the whole white house will fly into the sky. The man throwing the bomb grinned wildly.

The mutant who came in with him began to place bombs at the predetermined location.

Half an hour later, there was a loud bang.

The special zone seemed to have experienced a magnitude 5 earthquake, and a huge group of mushrooms appeared over the white house.

Seeing all the ships sinking into the sea with his own eyes, Qin Yu's straight arms were slightly bent, and he let go of the hands holding the edge of the table.

The problem at sea is half solved. Although the Bald Eagle still has a fleet, it belongs to consortia and private armed forces.

Everything controlled by the White House has been wiped out.

Moreover, no polluting explosions were caused, and all nuclear ships targeted the sunken ship.

They're all sunk to the bottom of the ocean, and it's okay to let them sit there for a few years first.

When Qin Yu is free, he will send a boat to salvage the sunken ship.

Solve the weapons and power cabins inside, I hope the Bald Eagle's technology is more reliable, and don't cause pollution leakage.

Trouble must be troublesome, but protecting the environment is everyone's responsibility!

For the time being, even if a nuclear war does happen, there is no need to worry about the mainland being attacked.

The big stone in my heart can finally fall.

Boss, something went wrong!

When Hua Sen's communication request was connected, the other party's anxious expression made people's hearts sink.

What happened? Qin Yu asked in a deep voice.

20 minutes ago there was a terrorist attack on the White House.

The entire building turned into a sea of ​​flames, and none of the people inside escaped.

The spokesperson claimed that the attack came from the Republic, the same force that destroyed the Pacific Fleet.