Gate of Revelation Chapter 814:

"Mr. President, this is—"

Open the door and inside is a vast meeting room that can almost be called an auditorium.

A small podium surrounds nearly a hundred seats in a semicircle. Behind the podium, is a huge LCD screen, on which is showing a video of a monster attack in Los Angeles.

Mr. President sits in the middle, with his head up, his legs folded, and he looks at the screen. Around him, surrounded by the country's heavyweights such as the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency, the Secretary of Homeland Security, the Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of State.

Just now, it was the Secretary of Defense.

"The White House Special Intelligence Force!" The president glared impatiently at the Secretary of Defense: "It seems that you are planning to find out the identities of these important people before reporting these unimportant information to me. Right!"

"Of course...no!" Standing in front of the podium, the Minister of Defense shook his head quickly: "It's just that... these people seem to be too many..."

"Can't you sit down here?! If you think this room is too crowded, then I must carefully investigate where all the funding for the construction of Area 51 has been used over the years!" The president pulled hard. His tie looked like a cannibal expression: "Do I need to do this? Mr. Cotton?"

"Gentlemen, please... take a seat." The Secretary of Defense immediately decided not to entangle with this mad dog president again: "Please allow me to continue the troop loss report. The 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, 5th The Marine Regiment, the 7th Marine Regiment..."

"Okay! Don't read it anymore! I can't remember the names of so many troops. Mike, sit next to me and let your people go behind!" The Secretary of Defense looked at Mr. President and patted himself. The secretary of state next to him pointed to himself again: "You, give a seat to Mike! You, tell me directly, if the whole army is wiped out!"

The Secretary of State got up with an awkward look and gave his seat to the man with sunglasses named Mike. The latter sat down without even saying a thank you.

The other men sat uniformly at the back of the meeting room.

"I'm asking you a question, Mr. Cotton! Look here! Here!" The President waved his hand vigorously at the Secretary of Defense: "Tell me, is it annihilated!"

"To be precise..." The Secretary of Defense could only gritted his teeth to answer this humiliating question: "The annihilation of the entire army is limited to ground forces including the Army Aviation... Air Force strike forces and reconnaissance The troops are still intact."

"Reason! Reason!" The president slapped the armrest of the chair beside him heavily: "When the meteorite fell on that **** small town, what you told me was that all the **** alien monsters had been killed. , And that **** meteorite will soon be sent here for in-depth research, everything is under your **** control! Now, you tell me that the United States killed tens of thousands of elite fighters?!"

"This...something has changed..." The Minister of Defense coughed awkwardly: "Our battle situation on the front line was originally very optimistic. The troops are steadily advancing into the city, but... the city suddenly A new source of infection has appeared. As you know before, although the alien genes carried by the meteorites that fell in the town of Greendale infected the local residents and turned them into alien monsters, they were only It can spread through wounds. But now..."

"How is it now!" Seeing the Secretary of Defense paused, the President banged on the small table in front of him.

"Now, it seems to have become airborne..." The Minister of Defense wiped his sweat: "The helicopters that carried out the ground attack mission were also infected... This is a video record returned by our troops on the scene. ……"

"Can I understand--" The president's expression was distorted: "Now the original residents in Los Angeles? And my elite troops? have been infected and mutated into such monsters, and? They? The number is still increasing?"

"From the situation reported before the scene? The mutation time after the infection is related to personal physique? So there will be a difference. Technically..." The Secretary of Defense hesitated: "In fact, most people After the other people around you mutate, they will die from the attack of the mutant. So in absolute numbers... there shouldn’t be that many."

——Also? Technically? This is not your army, but the American army.

Of course, he was not stupid enough to say this in person? He could only slander.

"Enough! Is it more than ten million or more than one million? It makes no difference to us!" The president's messy yellow hair seems to have become messy with anger: "Then, the plan , Gentlemen, I want to hear the plan now."

"This..."

Several bosses glanced at each other one after another, but did not speak immediately.

"The country is paying you salaries? Gentlemen! At this time, don't you even come up with a plan?" The president is like an angry lion? His eyes kept on the faces of several big men Scanned: "Now it’s the critical moment of the nation’s critical survival. If we are unable to save all of this? Then the disaster in Los Angeles will soon spread to the entire California? The entire West Coast? Even the entire United States!"

"We obtained a part of the mutant remains samples from the scene. At that time, we also got some preliminary research and sampling on the meteorite." The director of the CIA cleared his throat: "We have handed over the samples and information to the medical department? The vaccine is under development..."

"Vaccine?" The president gasped with a wheeze: "How long will it be successful?"

"This...it is not yet certain." The CIA director smiled bitterly.

"So, you are going to let us wait for the vaccine that we don't know when it will be completed, and wait until we produce enough weight for the injection of the people of the United States, and then recruit millions of soldiers like the last war to fight these monsters? !" The president stared at the CIA director fiercely: "Why don't you eat shit?"

"Our air force was not affected due to the flight altitude." The Secretary of Defense tentatively said: "Take off all fighters, whether bombers or fighter jets, and attack them with a large number of incendiary bombs. ……"

"How long will it take to burn all these **** monsters?"

The Secretary of Defense did not go on.

Actually, everyone has a common answer in their hearts.

An obvious answer.

But no one dared to say the answer first.

"Okay. Things have reached this point. It seems that we have no other choice!" The president stood up suddenly, broke the silence, with a sharp expression: "Use a nuclear bomb to remove all the infected areas from the map. Erase!"

When this sentence was finally spoken, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Map of the infected area!"

The president turned around and called to the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Soon, an electronic map was displayed on the big screen in front of him.

"The red part is the infected area." The chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff took out a laser pointer and swiped it up and down the screen: "West to Thousand Oaks, East to Banning, South to Long Beach, North to Santa Clarley Within the range of the tower, there are records of aerial reconnaissance of infected organisms. And-this is our estimate, the number of nuclear bombs and impact points required to cover this area."

Following the words of the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, eight flashing bright spots were displayed on the screen, evenly distributed in the red area: "According to our calculations, eight W88 warheads with an equivalent of 475,000 tons should be sufficient to ensure The entire area is cleaned up."

"Should?" The president strode forward, pushed the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff hard, and gave him a fierce look: "If there is no deviation in the English I learned since I was a child, this seems not to be The words that appeared on this occasion!

Gentlemen! What we are talking about is the future of America, even the future of mankind and the entire planet! It has only been less than ten days since the meteorite fell to the ground, but it has destroyed our largest city on the west coast and nearly 20 million American citizens! "

He took a marker from the podium, and while talking, he struck a cross on the screen vigorously.

Although this screen was not designed for writing at all, no one spoke to stop the president.

It wasn't until all the red areas were filled with dense crosses that the President panted heavily and threw the marker in his hand to the ground.

"Just follow the mark I drew! I want to get it now, yes, yes, yes, yes! Even if the city we originally called Los Angeles is erased from the map, it is not a ruin, but It is to become an ocean, and also to ensure that no **** extraterrestrial cell survives! Did you understand? Answer me!"

On the screen, the crosses on the Rosemount Nature Reserve are drawn very densely. But at this time, no one will deliberately pay attention anymore.

"Understood, Mr. President!"

Everyone replied in unison.

At the same time, Zonglong's compliments came from the president's team channel.

"Well done and quiet. It is exactly the same as the vulgar businessman president. No one will see the flaws. It is a perfect decision to send you to an acting training class."