boyutpedia Chapter 234 The Desperate Situation of the US
Chapter 234 The Desperate Situation of the US
Raccoon City.
Lin Fan munched on an apple while scrolling through his tablet screen.
I suddenly came across a video about Las Vegas.
As seen in the video, even before the monster arrived, the entire city of Las Vegas was already in complete chaos.
"These guys didn't forget to steal two TV sets even when they were on the run."
Lin Fan took a bite of the apple and mumbled a complaint.
Lin Jianguo glanced at the screen: "People die for money, birds die for food. How far is this monster from Las Vegas?"
"Less than fifty kilometers." Lin Fan swallowed the fruit. "At the rate that mountain of flesh is crawling, it will take at most three hours to get into the city."
……
Las Vegas.
This gambling city, which was once known as the city that never sleeps, has now been transformed into a living hell.
The piercing air raid sirens blared throughout the city.
The highway leading out of the city was completely blocked. Cars were lined up one after another, and the sounds of horns and shouts mingled together.
"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!"
A bald, burly man jumped out of a pickup truck, carrying a baseball bat, and slammed it hard against the windshield of the car in front of him.
The glass shattered.
The car driver screamed in fright and scrambled to open the car door and escape.
The bald, burly man yanked open the car door, climbed inside, and tried to start the car.
boom!
A gunshot rang out.
A spray of blood spurted from the back of the bald, muscular man's head as he slumped onto the steering wheel.
The shooter was a tall, thin man in a suit.
He blew away the gunpowder smoke, coldly dragged out the bald, burly man's body, and got into the driver's seat himself.
But before he could step on the gas, several men surrounded him with guns drawn.
"Get out of the car! Hand over the car keys!"
"Die!" The tall, thin man raised his gun and fired.
A gunfight erupted instantly.
These bloody clashes over the control of vehicles take place on every corner of the highway, and they're very American in a way.
The traffic police and police officers who usually maintain order have long since disappeared.
The city center was in complete chaos.
The doors of major luxury stores, supermarkets, and even gun shops were all smashed.
Groups of people rushed in, stuffing everything they could carry into their backpacks.
Some people ran wildly carrying several gold necklaces, while others pushed shopping carts full of canned goods and bottled water recklessly through the streets.
The entrance to a large casino.
Several security guards, armed with shotguns, attempted to block the rioting crowd.
"Back off! Everyone back off! This area is already sealed off!" the security captain roared.
But someone in the crowd threw a Molotov cocktail.
The flames instantly engulfed the security captain. He screamed and rolled on the ground.
The next moment, the group cheered and rushed into the casino, stepping over the body of the security guard, and frantically robbed cash.
The ATM was smashed, and banknotes flew everywhere.
At this moment, panic has completely destroyed the bottom line of morality.
Order has completely vanished.
Meanwhile, on the distant horizon, a dark shadow was slowly approaching.
A nauseating, fishy stench lingered in the air.
……
The Hexagon.
The highest operational command center.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
On the big screen, split-screen footage showed the riots in Las Vegas, as well as the approaching black mountain of flesh.
"His Excellency the President will arrive at the secure bunker in ten minutes." The chief wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "We need to come up with a plan. The National Guard has been lost contact."
"A solution? Tell me, what other solutions are there?"
A member of Congress slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he spoke.
"The 7th Armored Division is gone! Two strategic bombers have crashed! That monster is now less than 20 kilometers from Las Vegas! Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?"
"Watch your words, Mr. Congressman."
The military representative coldly retorted.
"That's no ordinary creature. Conventional weapons are completely ineffective against it. Bullets can't penetrate it, and missiles can't kill it. It can even absorb the energy from explosions to accelerate its division!"
"Then use bunker buster bombs! Use thermobaric bombs!"
The senator roared,
"No matter what it takes, keep it outside the city!"
Las Vegas is the lifeblood of our economy!
If it's gone, tomorrow's stock market will bankrupt the entire country! And my vote will be forfeited too!
"Our entire investment in Nevada has gone down the drain!"
Another man in a suit chimed in, "What exactly did that idiot Carter produce? We gave him billions in funding, and this is what he shows us?"
"Shut up! What's the point of assigning blame now?" the chief roared. "Is the thermobaric weapon ready?"
"Thermobaric weapons are ready."
The military representative pressed the communicator.
"Eleventh Squadron, immediately commence strike mission. Target: Giant creature of the Nevada desert."
As he spoke, a split screen appeared.
Four fighter jets roared over Las Vegas, heading straight for the distant mountain of flesh.
"Missile lock-on".
"emission!"
Eight thermobaric bombs, trailing flames, struck the massive body of the mountain of flesh with pinpoint accuracy.
The violent explosion generated terrifying high temperatures and shockwaves.
A giant mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
In the command center, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the screen.
As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
The image became clear again.
After everyone saw the clear image...
"Shit..."
The director's legs went weak, and he slumped into his chair.
Instead of being blown up, the mountain of flesh grew even larger.
The high temperature dried the black mucus on its surface, but the granulation tissue inside wriggled and proliferated at an even more frantic rate.
The mountain of flesh, which was originally only a few dozen meters high, has now swelled to nearly a hundred meters.
All of its scarlet eyes stared straight up at the sky.
Dozens of thick tentacles suddenly shot out, soaring straight into the sky.
A fighter jet was unable to dodge in time and was tightly entangled by the tentacles.
"Warning! Aircraft damaged!" The pilot's terrified shouts echoed through the channel.
The tentacles suddenly contracted.
The sound of metal twisting and breaking could be heard.
The fighter jet was crushed in mid-air, turning into a fireball.
The remaining three fighter jets were so frightened that they immediately climbed to a higher altitude and fled in panic.
The mountain of flesh emitted a muffled rumble.
The black fungal carpet beneath its feet began to spread rapidly, sweeping towards downtown Las Vegas like a rising tide.
"We can't stop it." The military representative looked ashen. "Conventional weapons are completely useless against it. It's adapting to our attack methods."
"What can we do? Are we just going to watch it devour the whole city?" The senator slumped in his chair, his eyes vacant.
"There's only one way." The military representative took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "A nuclear strike."
Upon hearing this, the entire command center fell into a deathly silence.
"Are you insane!" the director jumped up. "Using nuclear weapons on home soil? In Las Vegas? Do you know how many people will die? Do you know the extent of the damage caused by nuclear radiation?"
"There are still millions of people trapped in the city!" the senator roared. "This is massacre! If this gets out, we'll all be court-martialed!"
"If it's not bombed, it will devour Las Vegas, then Los Angeles, and finally the entire West Coast!"
The military representative slammed his fist on the table.
"This thing is constantly evolving! While it's still on the edge of the desert, this is our last chance! As for the civilians, they can only be considered necessary sacrifices!"
Everyone stopped talking.
As they watched the approaching black shadow on the screen, despair crept into their hearts.
When faced with life and death, interests become worthless.
"Contact the president," the director said hoarsely. "Get the nuclear encryption box ready."