Fist Godzilla

Chapter 219

Construction on the Pentagon began in 1941 and was completed in 1943.

It was the Second World War, and the whole world was immersed in an unprecedented bloody storm.

Never before in human history have there been such intense ideological and armed conflicts as at that time.

The sense of crisis that everyone in the world seems to have their throats pushed by the tip of a knife, and their skin will be pierced and their trachea will be cut in the next second, is only now after the black erosion dragon has emptied the land of Europe, can it be compared .

The insanity of the military administrative buildings built under such a sense of crisis is unimaginable in peacetime.

Most people in the world only know that the main body of the Pentagon is reinforced concrete made of [-] tons of river sand.

But what they didn't know was that under the original architectural design drawings, there was an underground space for emergency shelters.

The Pentagon is adjacent to the Potomac River, and the terrain at the beginning of construction was mostly swampy.

There are good and bad points about this.

The downside is that it is more difficult to stabilize the foundation.

But the advantage is that there is more room for the development and processing of underground space.

Under the sense of crisis that people were about to explode at that time, a solid underground fortification with the amount of reinforced concrete even approaching the main building came into being.

The power of the United States made this underground building never officially opened.

To this day, the Secretary of Defense can't help but thank his freshman self for ordering the order to overhaul the shelter.

Employees of the entire Pentagon gathered in the underground space in panic.

People who can blow up a building on the other side of the earth with just a few clicks of their fingers, are now moving back and forth between the rigid and monotonous ceiling and the mobile phone screen in their hands with worried eyes.

The potbellied Minister of Defense was sitting at the bar booth of the refuge.

His eyes were flustered and empty, and he squeezed his mobile phone vigorously in his hands, still mumbling incessantly.

"You guys made him anxious! All the responsibility lies with you!"

The chiefs of staff around him looked at each other helplessly, and no one answered the question.

Then they could only lower their heads, trying to receive the latest developments of the incident from their mobile phones.

Ridiculous isn't it?

The Pentagon, which was supposed to know the exact movements of Bai Tangjing at the first time, broke away from the complete facilities and equipment.

Even the chief of staff can only use the news software on his mobile phone to learn about the enemy.

But in fact, even the news on their mobile phones at this time is outdated.

because
The Baitang Mirror had already reached the top of their heads.

"boom!!!"

A short, but loud noise that could not be covered even by the soil layer tens of meters deep erupted above their heads.

Shaking violently, many unprepared people were shaken to the ground.

The lights of the underground fortifications are like scenes from a long time ago, and the stability of the current has been impacted.

The flickering lights and shadows reflected everyone's frightened faces.

Each dim can cause a mass of irrational screams.

It's as if every time it goes dark, the lights will never have a chance to turn on again.

After the loud noise, there was no other movement for a while.

The screaming people also gradually regained some sanity.

Under the flickering lights, they looked at each other in shock, hoping to get some courage from others.

There was a moment of silence.

"Crack-"

The sudden sound was the sound of the solid concrete structure being cracked.

People stared blankly at the deep cracks that appeared on the ceiling.

Before they fell into panic again, the seam suddenly widened!
"Boom-"

A white and delicate palm, a palm as small as an ant compared to the ceiling of the underground fortification.

It went straight into the fortification, and then grabbed the edge of the seam, and even lifted the ceiling weighing more than thousands of tons!
The sun shines into the underground building from behind Baitang mirror, making it impossible for people inside to see his face clearly.

Only the mask-like lines in the shadows were shining with a blue-purple glow.

"Sunshine? With the Pentagon and dozens of meters of soil above our heads, how can there be sunlight?"

The crowd was discussing vaguely, panicked and puzzled.

"He, how did he do it? This doesn't conform to the architectural structure at all!"

At the edge of the bar, the Minister of Defense was raving almost sighing.

Even if he knows nothing about architecture, it doesn't hinder his brain to instinctively perceive a strong sense of disobedience.

Thousands of tons of mass are lifted, but the point of force is only the size of a palm?
What sci-fi material is this? !

A chief of staff beside him shook his head.

"Sir, that is the temporary strengthening effect of Nian Qi on objects."

After all, he got up with several other chiefs of staff and arranged his clothes.

In front of the opponent, no matter what, it is necessary to maintain the last dignity.

The cracks in the ceiling disappeared together with the sunlight, and the white hall mirror had entered the interior of the shelter.

——by lifting the lid.

Everyone was separated in front of him like a tide, so the boy was able to come to the bar booth smoothly.

He sat down easily, as if in his own home.

"Have a drink, thank you."

He spoke blandly, but the only person sitting beside him was the Minister of Defense who was about to wet his suit with sweat.

Seeing that other people didn't dare to make a move, this rich old white man could only force himself to grin an ugly smile.

Then he walked tremblingly and walked behind the bar.

He was only a few months short of seventeen.

An inexplicable thought popped into the mind of the Secretary of Defense that the legal drinking age in the United States is twenty-one years old.

But then the thought was thrown out of his mind by himself.

This guy just lifted a ceiling of several thousand tons with his bare hands!
The wine bottle and glass "clinked" among trembling fingers, and the Minister of Defense put a glass of mellow and clear whiskey in front of Bai Tangjing.

Bai Tangjing drank it all in one gulp, and the wine glass collided with the marble countertop making a crisp movement.

"I'm not bloodthirsty, so I gave you two chances before I took on the United States."

The boy's eyes didn't rest on anyone, so everyone didn't know who he was talking to.

It's just that, as the highest-ranking minister of defense present, the whiskey in his hand was almost frothy in the bottle.

"If you say something twice, it will appear to lack authority. But even this trip to Washington, I gave you two chances. It's funny."

"The opportunity I gave you, from today's perspective, seems to be completely taken by you as a reason to delay time."

The air seemed to be frozen, making it hard to even breathe freely.

Bai Tangjing suddenly turned his head and looked at the well-dressed chiefs of staff standing aside.

"Speaking of this, you should understand what I mean, right?"

The chiefs of staff looked at each other, and one of the oldest stepped out, trying to communicate with the teenager.

"Sir, we"

"Oh!"

Before he could speak halfway, the chief of staff seemed to be pushed by something in the air, and his head was directly pressed against the marble bar.

Then burst into a puddle.

The scene was bloody, but everyone covered their mouths, and no one dared to make a sound.

"You coordinated the material movement of the 'Desperadoes', it's not enough."

The information in the other party's mind was deciphered in an instant, but it was still not enough to piece together the location of Armstrong.

The chiefs of staff didn't know what the boy's whisper meant, but none of them dared to stand up and negotiate.

But immediately after, the head of another chief of staff exploded out of thin air.

"Oh!"

"It's not enough that you contacted a stable supplier for Armstrong."

Now, these chiefs of staff with top human battlefield command understood what the other side was doing.

He's digging information out of people's minds!

This kind of power involving brain control falls under the category of "politically incorrect" in the United States.

They can use the concept of human rights to free a serial murderer from the death penalty, but even if you don't use this ability, as long as you have it.

In their eyes, the death penalty also started.

But what can I do if I know it?

Amidst the panic, fear, wailing, and abuse of the chiefs of staff, their heads were exploded one by one.

Reading emotions with the power of giant beasts does not require such a serious technique, but who made Bai Tangjing feel angry?

"Okay, this information is enough. It seems to be quite close."

Every time a flower of blood bloomed, the legs of the Minister of Defense behind the bar trembled.

Bai Tangjing finally raised his eyes to look at the Minister of Defense until all the chiefs of staff became confused.

At this moment, the rich chief's heart was half cold, and his nervousness almost made him suffocate.

But after a moment, Bai Tangjing looked away.

It's just that his face is a little strange.

He really didn't expect that the only person in the Pentagon who had nothing to do with Armstrong's "desperadoes" was actually the Secretary of Defense?

There are only two things on his mind, one is to make money, and the other is to vote.

Not long after he took office, he did not give Armstrong the opportunity to build an alliance of interests.

"Dude."

Bai Tangjing's greeting made the Minister of Defense tremble a little, and he quickly responded trembling.

"Yes, yes! Sir!"

". Let's get a prosthetic body in the future, even if it uses the cell fluid of the earth's core organisms?"

"After all, everyone will know after today that information is not safe in the minds of ordinary people. Even if you want to be a high-ranking official, you need to have basic strength."

Bai Tangjing said to him earnestly.

——This kind of easy-to-use official cannot be allowed to "be cast secretly" in the United States!

"Ming, understand! Sir!"

~~~~~~
Top-secret military warehouse.

Armstrong is meeting with a man.

One of his subordinates is also a believer in his philosophy.An old white man named Alan Jonah.

Buluo was born in the special forces the day before yesterday. Although he is old, his body is still strong, and he has the strength of a hundred thousand beasts.

But compared with this "insignificant" power, what Armstrong attaches the most importance to is the black market operation system of the Titan organization that he built.

This man is now the largest black market supplier of Titan cells in the world.

"...I expect your market to double in size by the end of the year."

"Steven, my customers are in short supply, but supply is always an issue."

Armstrong took a deep puff on his cigar and said with a smile to Alan Jonah, who was half bald in front of him.

"Don't be so bitter and bitter, man. The Emperor Organization is just an 'international organization.' That's all. Infiltrating them is infinitely easier than infiltrating MI[-]!"

"And even MI[-] can't do anything about you?"

Alan Jonah was noncommittal about his boss's touting chicken soup.

Although Armstrong's ideals and ideas made him recognize and follow, he really couldn't stand the carefree style of the United States.

Am I missing something?
What I lack is goods that can be customized as required!
Do you understand how to sell a product that has superimposed attributes of luxury goods and necessities like Titan cells, you!
But just when Alan Jonah was being talked about by his boss.

The pupils under the opponent's pair of gold-rimmed glasses were suddenly cold and condensed.

The half-bald old man with the strength of a hundred thousand horses couldn't even open his mouth under the pressure of the sudden momentum.

Armstrong ignored his men, but turned his thick neck to look at the void on his side.

The line of sight seems to extend out through the wall.

Until two minutes later, Alan Jonah gradually moved away from Armstrong's side with difficult steps and took a breath.

In the base, piercing sirens rang through the sky.

"What's going on here?"

The performance of the boss and the alarm bell at the base made the dizzy Alan Jonah speechless.

After the alarm bell sounded, Armstrong restrained his life energy instead.

It's just that his face became serious.

He responded to his subordinate's question, "Nothing."

"It's just that the magnanimous and well-intentioned guest noticed the shameless deception, and then... this guest is about to flip the table."

When Armstrong described Baitangjing and himself, he was not stingy with praise, nor did he hide the nature of his behavior.

He just said it so plainly.

On the contrary, the moment Alan Jonah's eyes understood the words, an uncontrollable panic began to appear.

"I remember 'that thing' was 5% off the minimum activation standard?"

"Yes, that's right."

After receiving Armstrong's indifferent affirmative answer, the "panic" in Alan Jonah's eyes became more serious.

Of course he knows his organization, and who is playing tricks on him now.

But in the plan description, as long as it goes well, the success rate is still very high.

But now, facing an enraged [-] giant beasts?
He can only say that "having ideals" and "not wanting to die" are not contradictory.

Armstrong was indifferent to the fears of his subordinates.

In other words, when the huge waves that overturned the sky hit, he couldn't see these "small" things in his eyes at all.

The cigar in his hand was held in his mouth, and behind the rising smoke were his dark and incomprehensible eyes.

The majestic body walked slowly to the edge of the warehouse wall, and opened the protective cover of a switch.

"You're scared, Alan. It's not your fault. Anyone who faces that kind of strong should be scared. But ah"

"If you have to face 'death' in the middle of realizing your 'ideal', then you have to choose one, right?"

Turning his head to look at Alan Jonah's Armstrong, the tough guy's face now has a fierce and free and easy look.

Like a wild wolf that has been hungry for three days!

What choice does a wolf who has been starving for three days have?
It can only go desperately for food.

And Armstrong?

After just five minutes of mental preparation, he also decided to put his life on the gambling table.

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