Gate of Revelation Chapter 813:

"The report, the radar has shown that there is a flight formation 50 kilometers northeast of Wikkenbau. Judging from the area of ​​the RCS, it should be the Land War One and four escorted F22s. It is expected to pass. Arrived in eight minutes."

The driver's report sounded from the front cockpit.

In the face of radar, which is far beyond the current technological level of tidal fighters, even stealth fighters such as F22 are equally invisible.

"Don't worry. With the current American technology, the tidal fighter can't be found." Zonglong nodded: "Reconfirm the state of optical stealth, infrared stealth and radar stealth."

"Confirmed." The driver reported immediately.

"Okay, immediately turn to the direction of Land War One, and then—" Zanglong nodded with satisfaction: "Let’s stay close to Land War One, keep flying in the same direction and at the same speed on its side. Set aside five minutes to come."

"What?" Tongyou was shocked: "Deacon, you are not...you are kidding! Even if the Tidal fighter has a strong stealth effect, it is impossible to be undetected in such a short distance! Keep it for five minutes!"

"Are you scared?" Zenglong glanced at Tongyou.

"Why then!" Tongyou shook his head quickly: "With the protection of the tide fighters, it is impossible to be defeated by the U.S. military so easily, but I'm just afraid... it will affect your plan, the deacon."

Tongyou is also not an awakened person with strong combat ability. When he was in the Thorns Flower Group, he was just one of the most inconspicuous little characters.

The reason why he was absorbed by Chen to join the thorns flower group is the same as Nightmare-a funny mascot.

His skills are soul-occupied, allowing him to temporarily abandon his body, enter the body of any NPC in a copy, and have all the memories of the opponent at the same time.

It's just that the flaws in this skill are equally obvious.

First of all, his ability to activate requires five minutes of resting time, during which there should be no interruption.

Secondly, to activate the ability, one must be within a straight line distance of 50 meters from the target person.

Third, this skill cannot take effect on any player or awakened person, and the target can only be a pure NPC.

Finally, once the possession is successful, whether the opponent is an ordinary person or a monster in the copy, no matter how strong it is, all the original abilities will be emptied. Once he enters the state of occupation, his original body will enter the state of suspended animation. Whether the new body is killed or the original body is killed, it means Tongyou's death.

In other words, Tongyou's skills are not much different from waste.

If you encounter a powerful boss and you are alone, let alone five minutes, I'm afraid that you will be killed if you can't hold it for ten seconds in front of you.

Even if there are a bunch of powerful teammates, who can keep him within 50 meters of the target BOSS for five minutes without receiving any attack under heavy guards, after he has occupied the body of the BOSS? BOSS originally? All of his power is lost.

And if teammates want to take this opportunity to kill the BOSS? This also means Tongyou's own death!

So, like Nightmare, skills like Tongyou are interesting? But they can only be used as a vase-like decoration.

So far, the only opportunity he has used? Or was he the last time in the Changbanpo instance, he encountered Cao Cao who naturally stood in the same camp as himself? At the same time, there are a lot of powerful NPCs.

It wasn't until that time that Tongyou really realized? His own scum-like skill? It turned out that there were times when it could come in handy. It was also after that time that Tongyou was completely convinced by the leadership and strategy of the deacon Zanglong.

The situation this time is similar to before. Obviously, the purpose of the Zombie Deacon? is to draw on the military power of the entire United States.

But the prerequisite for this? It must be to prevent anyone around the target person from discovering the flaw.

Now that there is such a big turmoil in this copy, it is obvious that the United States has already tightened its strings. As long as anything goes wrong in the process of occupying the target's body, it will definitely cause 100% vigilance.

"Don't worry? Follow my instructions and do it." Seeing Tongyou's worry on his face, Zonglong waved his hand confidently: "Nothing will happen."

Done? He got up from his seat and stretched out his hand forward.

A door appeared in front of the zombie dragon out of thin air.

The stiff dragon held the doorknob? He opened the door and walked inside.

When the door closed? The whole door disappeared into the air without leaving any trace.

The surrounding Starfall team members did not show the slightest expression of surprise? Regarding the behavior of their deacon? It seems that they have already taken offense.

Only a few seconds later, Zombie Dragon reopened the door and walked out, with a triumphant smile on his face: "Okay, let's start."

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"Report to Mr. President that we are about to arrive at the Fort Wikken military base."

A middle-aged officer with the rank of colonel brought his head to the president's ear and yelled.

It's not that he deliberately disrespect his president. Although this messy blonde was originally just a vulgar businessman and a fat old man running a train with his mouth full, he has never received his respect-and votes, but at least as a soldier in the United States of America Marine Corps, he still has to treat himself The immediate superiors retain the respect they deserve.

It’s just that the propeller noise in the helicopter is too loud[], and the president refuses to wear headphones.

"Got it!" The President also roared, his face trembling with the bumps of the helicopter.

The helicopter landed slowly on an apron.

Fort Wikken, a small town northwest of Phoenix, the capital of Arizona.

The people around Wickenburg know that there is a small road in the north of the town, without any signs, leading to a small military base guarded by armed soldiers day and night.

This is not weird. As the only remaining superpower in the world, whether it is on its own territory or overseas, such military bases add up to thousands.

What no one knows is that the underground space buried deep under this military base is a hundred times larger than the building above it.

Almost every American has heard of another name for this place, although not everyone really believes in its existence.

But it does exist.

—— Area 51.

"Mr. President, here."

As soon as the helicopter stopped, the Marine Corps colonel immediately jumped off and walked to the opposite side of the helicopter to open the hatch for the president: "The Secretary of Homeland Security and the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency are already waiting here. Uh, yes. Yes, and Mr. Secretary of Defense."

In front of the tarmac, standing four senior army officers, surrounded by more soldiers guarding.

"Where's the FBI?" The president looked up at him, frowning.

"Uh...in principle, the FBI does not work outside the country..." The colonel was taken aback for a moment: "This incident is an alien meteorite falling..."

"This is the **** America! That **** meteorite hit the great American soil! The civilians and soldiers who sacrificed are all **** American citizens!" The president roared loudly, his voice even suppressed After the helicopter wing that has not been completely stopped: "Now, you tell me that this is an external incident, and the FBI can take a holiday!?"

"I... of course not what I meant!" The colonel shook his head quickly: "I'll contact now and let the Director of the FBI come to Wikkenburg..."

"He's not using it!" The president's saliva splashed, and even several drops were sprayed on the colonel's face: "Tell him he has been fired! The official documents will be delivered after the incident is processed. On his desk—no, from now on, that’s not his office anymore! Do you understand it!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" The colonel wiped his sweat immediately.

Sure enough, my own president... is still as grumpy and... stupid as the last time I saw him.

I hope that under his so-called leadership, even if his country does not regain greatness, at least it will not fall.

"That's right—" The president was striding towards the building in front, as if thinking of something, suddenly turned around and looked at the colonel: "You stay here and wait, the White House Special Intelligence Force personnel will be there soon Arrived. The incident happened urgently. They did not bring their documents. When they arrived, they were brought to see me immediately."

"The White House...special intelligence force?" The colonel looked at the president in confusion: "Mr. President, I have never heard the name of this unit..."

"Should you report the establishment of every department in the United States of America? My Mr. Colonel?" The president strode back, stood in front of the colonel, and squeezed his epaulettes." Did I almost forget that the colonel is the supreme leader of this country, not the president?"

"No...no, I understand, Mr. President!" The colonel quickly lowered his head: "I will... wait here! Is... the White House Special Intelligence Force right?"

"At least you are not stupid enough to remember your name." The president turned around blankly and strode back to the door of the building.

Watching him leave, the colonel carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Just kidding! The director of the FBI was fired because of a word from the president. He didn't want to fall into the same fate.

After all, the military’s pension is very generous.

Looking at the president shortly after walking through the gate, the sound of a jet engine suddenly came from the sky, but no flying objects appeared.

The colonel frowned and was surprised when he saw the light in the sky above his head suddenly distorted. A fighter plane almost the size of a medium-sized airliner with an extremely sci-fi model took off its optical camouflage and appeared in front of him slowly. Landed down.

Optical camouflage? !

The jet vertical take-off and landing technology applied to large aircraft? !

And this look...

Whether it is Area 51 or the Air Force, the colonel is not completely without any contact. But he had never heard of such a powerful aerial vehicle in his country!

No, let alone equipment, even research and development... logically speaking, it should just stay on the blueprint!

The colonel, who was still in shock, only saw the hatch of the fighter plane open, and a row of "soldiers" who were eccentrically dressed and did not wear any military rank jumped down.

But what made the Colonel most strange was that all the members of the White House Special Intelligence Unit had black hair.

One...All of them are of Asian descent. I haven't even heard of the name before, the state's top secret force? !

This is too ridiculous!

But—since it’s the president...maybe it’s not impossible.

Wearing sunglasses, the man in front strode to the colonel, without any expression on his face, and his voice was low and cold: "We are the Special Intelligence Force of the White House, where is Mr. President?"

"In...please follow me."

The colonel immediately awoke from the shock and paid a military salute to the opponent.

Although you can't see any military ranks, but... Salute first, there is always nothing wrong.

The man with dark glasses replied and followed the colonel into the building of the building.

After passing through the three tightly secured gates, what appeared in front of him was a huge elevator capable of boarding two Abrams main battle tanks at the same time.

Everyone got on the elevator and began to move toward the deep underground. After the machine roared for two full minutes, a huge square finally lit up in front.

Even on the ground, such a large square is enough to be called grand. Underground, this is almost a miracle.

In the center of the square is the wreckage of a half-destroyed spacecraft, with dozens of wires dragged on it, towing in all directions, and at the end of each wire, there is an instrument of different sizes connected to it.

Around the square, there are rooms one after another. Apart from the number, there are no labels on the rooms.

"Mr. President should be in...Central Conference Room, 101. Please here." As soon as the elevator stopped, the colonel immediately led the group of White House Special Intelligence Forces to the left of the square.

Knapped twice on the door of the room, and the colonel heard the president's voice inside.

"Come in! Damn, why are you so slow!"