Fist Godzilla

Chapter 254 The New Vegas Tragedy

This time, the private conversation between the new President of the United States and an underground organization also ended very quickly.

Walker was not surprised by this result.

It has nothing to do with whether you are sober or not, people are driven by interests.

No matter how much shadow Baitangjing left in the hearts of their group of surviving species, it is related to the fundamental issue of the development and survival of the organization.

Maybe it's because you're afraid that you don't do it?

How can there be such a chaotic and closed environment like Africa in the world now?

South America and East Asia are not closed enough, and the rest are not chaotic enough.

That's their only option.

The world is always so cruel. You think the world is big, but in fact there are very few choices.

Alan Jonah is a qualified leader of the organization, so even though his face in the holographic projection was as uncomfortable as eating shit, he finally nodded.

And it's not that I don't work hard and don't bleed.

The communication module on the prosthetic body was activated again, and the signal was forwarded to the distant place through the satellite.

But what is different from the previous two times today is that the goal this time is space.

A giant space station in orbit around the moon - New Vegas.

It is different from the wave of space exploration that gradually died down in the 90s.

After the explosive growth of science and technology, in view of the "harsh" biological environment on the earth.

People are surprised to find that even the natural environment of Mars or the moon does not seem to be unacceptable.

After all, the harsh natural environment can be modified and predicted, and then effective defense or avoidance can be made.

Simply put - within human reach.

But in the face of a Titan who is a highly intelligent creature, it is really possible to think of what to do.

Compared with entrusting their lives to a group of creatures, people are more willing to face the harsh environment of the outside world by themselves.

As a result, the space exploration capabilities of various countries have also been developed during this period.

New Vegas, a moon-orbiting space station affiliated to the New United States, is one of the few profitable space stations in the world.

This is not because of high technology or any other factors.

It's because this space station is not a space station for outer space research at all.

It's super-priced hotels, lavish casinos, and extraterrestrial territories with even thinner legal controls.

The research institute that was supposed to conduct research to expand the living space of human beings is now completely commercialized and has become a profit point for the new United States.

There are also gold-selling caves and refuges for wealthy businessmen and powerful people.

While Titanic Crisis is uncommon, they still refuse to stay on the ground.To put it bluntly, spend money that ordinary people can't earn in a few lifetimes, just to book a room in this space station.

By the way, the room is charged by the day, and the shortest reservations all pay the money after 50 years.

A tall, lanky man with his hot girlfriend in his arms is now wandering in this paradise of money.

The signal that spanned 38 kilometers lit up on the retina of his black-and-white pupils.

"Oh hoo!"

The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows, pushed away his female companion, and floated to the porthole of the space station alone.

Here you can overlook the lonely and vast silver-white lunar soil.

Whenever the position of the moon and the sun changes, the scene where the magnificent and boundless shadow divides the entire celestial body into yin and yang is shocking.

It's a pity, because most people have long been tired of watching it, so it is very quiet here.

Communication is on.

The first sentence on the opposite side was: "Edward Wu, listen, Baitang mirror is out."

The entire communication process, from the beginning to the end, is just this sentence.

Afterwards, the communication that spanned 38 kilometers was hung up without delay.

Then, Edward Wu's prosthetic body received a document.

To be precise, it is half, that is the source of the power of his current body, half of the defense configuration map of the outpost of the Emperor Organization where Scylla, the Primarch of the Behemoth Gene, is located.

Edward Wu, a former killer, is familiar with such situations.

That blueprint is both a reward and a tool for performing tasks.

He could tell that even though the cover procedure had been used on the other side of the communication, it was still Mr. President of the New United States.

But... who cares?

"Heh, haha!"

In the reflection of the porthole, the originally calm and wanton face has been distorted by a ferocious smile, which is almost not human!

excited!

So fucking excited!
From the moment the conversation on the communication was finished, I couldn't restrain my wild excitement!
"Finally. You finally. Baitang mirror!"

He was so excited that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Grinning wide and open, the sharp teeth almost burst through the exaggeratedly angled lips!
He stared blankly over the lunar soil under his feet, and came to the blue celestial body in the distance.

Saliva full of desire also flowed down unconsciously from the corners of his mouth.

Everyone in the No. 36 banquet hall of the New Vegas seemed to feel an inexplicable fear and chill in an instant.

Either in suits and leather shoes, or hot and enthusiastic people, invariably patrolling nervously, their bodies trembling.

But the feelings of these weak things have nothing to do with Edward Wu.

His thin and long palms were now gently pressed against the porthole, and even his cheeks were pressed against the porthole because of his excessive desire for certain things on the earth.

Scylla, a titan resembling a giant spider with the head of an octopus.

It has all the god-like qualities of a titan.

Among human beings, every strong person who pushed his strength to smash the barrier of 50 horses was longing for the same thing.

They raised their own planes of life to the same heights as their Primarchs with supreme passion and terrifying will.

So the next thing will be a matter of course.

Who could resist a fight with their Primarch? !
Am I stronger or are you stronger?

Can I kill you?
can you kill me
This is simply too much fun!So funny! !
They are frantically eager to fight and fight with those corresponding behemoths!Then prove who is stronger!

This is not a big problem, it should be just another manifestation of the crazy fighting desire of the giant beast.

But everything changed after the muscular South American with the strength of 56 horses, Oliba, and his Primarch Methuselah, who woke up in Munich, fought for three months.

No sleep, no rest, no slack, no hesitation.

The passionate battle roar and hearty laughter can even spread from Germany all the way to the other side of the strait!
Rock-encased land tortoises, and muscular magic mountains.They frantically use titan attacks on each other.

Wrap the surrounding rocks and land around your body, and then smash it hard at each other!
After Oliba's [Titan costume] is fully activated, it is covered with bedrock armor strengthened by Titan energy, and it is actually indistinguishable from his Primarch!

The three-month battle between the two leveled all the hills within Munich.

Those hundreds of billions of tons of rocks and clods were manipulated and wrapped around themselves by them time and time again.

Power up, smash each other, then shatter, splash.

The whole of Munich, after three months of tug-of-war, has completely become an area surrounded by ring mountains!

The horizon was scraped down more than a hundred meters by two creatures!
After the battle, there was no distinction between life and death, and their vitality and defense were extremely outstanding even among giant beasts and titans.

Can't kill the opponent at all.

then
They became friends.

After the giant beast powerhouse grows to this stage, he can easily communicate with his own Primarch.

Coupled with the passionate collision of muscles and bottom strength during the battle, Oliba and Methuselah quickly became iron buddies.

Oliba even took his girlfriend to settle in Munich, which has become a depression, because he didn't want to be separated from the lazy Methuselah.

And then, in the midst of playing around again, the behavior of the giant beast powerhouse's [Titan costume] directly covering the Primarch completely detonated the hearts of all the powerhouses who had already reached 50 horses.

The increase in power is not a simple addition
The giant rock tortoise can shatter the ground with a single push!

When using a Titan attack, the time it takes to gather rocks and subsequently strengthen the rocks, as well as the degree of strengthening.The big gap between front and back can make people forget to breathe!

The combination of Oliba and Methuselah with a power of 56 horses can basically be regarded as directly possessing a combat power of more than 60 horses.

The pursuit of power by the giant beasts is already pathological, and this time.
Let the Primarch, those noble and powerful beasts like gods, succumb to their own strength, or recognize their own courage and use them for themselves.

Is there anything more interesting than this?
Is there anything more exciting than this?
Therefore, the fight with the Primarch became the desire of every person who crossed the 50-horse limit.

But in view of the destructive power of giant beasts and titan monsters, there is also environmental influence.

The United Emperor Organization of various countries has established comprehensive defense measures to prevent individual giant beasts from waking up the Titans.

Only when a certain Titan's containment fails, the strong will have this opportunity.

And now, Garrett Walker gave himself a chance.

A chance to cross the blockade of the Emperor's organization and face Scylla face to face.

But is that why Edward Wu is so excited?
No.

Being able to face-to-face with one's own Primarch and having the opportunity to touch a stronger level of power, the joy in it probably only accounts for [-]% of what it is now.

The remaining seventy percent.
"Baitang mirror Baitang mirror! Hahaha!"

The voice was low at first, and then the rampant laughter became louder.It attracted the attention of everyone in the No. 36 banquet hall.

The weak people whispered and looked at the slender figure by the porthole with mockery and disgust.

The lunatics and the others have seen a lot, this is the number one casino in the human universe!
They just thought it was just another poor guy who was bankrupted.

But in the next moment. "Kala-"

From the position where Edward's palm touched the porthole, fine spider web-like cracks began to appear.

The high-strength materials developed to be able to build a space station around the moon are still as fragile as candy wrappers under the hands of giant beasts.

Screams and panic filled the No. 36 banquet hall after a short period of stupor.

People instinctively rushed to the door of the banquet hall as if they were crazy.

They huddled together there, and some people were even directly squeezed to death.

The weightless blood was squeezed out from the internal organs, turned into blood beads, and began to float in the air.

The central computer detected the breakage of the porthole, and blood-red alarm lights began to flash on the New Vegas.

But what does all this have to do with Edward?

The slender figure just looked at the blue celestial body 38 kilometers away with longing.

Salivating more.

"Ha, haha! Here I come, Baitangjing! Baitangjing!!!"

It was really like breaking a candy wrapper. Edward Wu couldn't let go of all the ordinary people in the No. 36 banquet hall behind him at all. He laughed wantonly and rushed directly into the space through the porthole!
Fly towards the earth!

A speed of Mach [-] is enough to destroy any city on earth just passing by.

But in the infinite vacuum, it doesn't matter at all.

Flying 400 meters per second, 34 kilometers.

But even so, it will take three hours to cross the 38 kilometers between the earth and the moon.

The broken airtight structure sucked the air in the banquet hall into space.

The terrified ordinary people experienced a quick freeze.

Their faces before they died were still vividly in panic.

In the boundless cold space, what is the difference between wearing a luxurious dress and not wearing it?

Several weightless ice sculptures were engulfed by the remaining airflow and hit the damaged corner of the porthole.

Then it collapsed into blood-colored shards of ice, which would be captured by the moon's gravity and eventually fall on the bright and clean lunar soil.

One thousand three hundred and twenty two of the world's top wealthy businessmen and their female companions and waiters, none of them survived at this moment!

There is no sound in space.

But after the New Vegas was divided to deal with the airtight problem, everyone who was still in shock lay on the porthole.

Looking at the slender figure flying towards the earth in a vacuum, they all heard sharp and ugly laughter like hallucinations.

So these wealthy businessmen who "live in the sky" once again confirmed one point.

——Money and power are as soft and fragile as desserts in front of the power of giant beasts.

They recalled the impotent fear of being on Earth again, cringing and grouping themselves in that luxurious hotel room.

The universe is not safe.

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Alan Jonah turned off the communication interface.

The embarrassment and aggrieved face disappeared like morning dew without a trace.

Naturally and quickly.

He was that expressionless British bald old man again.

It looks elegant and old-fashioned, just like the sun never sets.

But everyone who has been stared at his expressionless face for more than three seconds knows it clearly.

It was a trembling feeling of being stared at by a lion.

The former Armstrong's subordinates have been active in this world with his legacy for ten years. Not only have they not been strangled, but they seem to be alive and well.

Even old people who are over seventy years old will grow up terrifyingly under suffering and persistence.

"It seems that something has happened."

In the darkness behind Alan Jonah, a highly cyber-transformed man with a black and red color scheme paced out, calm and calm.

He was still playing with two steel forks of Hinomoto ninjas.

"By the way, great acting."

Desperado, the last member of Doomwind - Monsoon.

The last and strongest "wind".

"First, thank you for the compliment. Second, it doesn't matter, Monsoon."

Alan Jonah's slow British accent oozes confidence.

Natural confidence.

"Riding the waves allows us to go faster and further."

"Mr. Walker wants to reach out and play something big, and treat us as consumables. It's really a nasty politician's habit."

The old man in England leisurely adjusted his collar and cuff buttons, crossed the monsoon, and approached the darkness behind him.

"But who is really taking advantage of this 'big wave'?"

"I think... definitely not our respected Mr. President."

　I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, and I have to take a day off on the way, brothers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)