Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 1155 It Actually Rained

When the red number on the left side of the electronic timer finally changed to "5", Lieutenant General Campbell said calmly to the pilots who were about to set off on the radio: "All are ready."

Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled thunder from far away.

The dark clouds that were still lingering at the junction of the sea and the sky before seemed to have suddenly found a target to vent, and rushed towards the Seventh Fleet at an extremely fast speed.

All of a sudden, the black wind howled, and countless strange lightning bolts galloped in the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun.

Everyone in the Seventh Fleet was instantly dumbfounded—how could the weather forecast made by several climate and military satellites be reversed in an instant?

"..."

Lieutenant General Campbell looked up at the black clouds that had gathered in the sky in an instant, and clenched his thick fists tightly.

The dark clouds in the sky pressed down heavily, brutally swallowing the original sunrise and dawn completely into his stomach.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

The wind and waves on the sea are getting bigger and bigger, and the smaller warship has begun to sway slightly.

"No matter how powerful a vampire is, it's impossible to change the weather! This is an illusion! An illusion!"

Admiral Maxwell's roar came from the radio, shaking the liaison officer's ears sorely.

But this dark cloud that has almost reached the tip of everyone's nose seems to be mocking Admiral Maxwell's words, "Bada", a drop of rain bigger than a soybean fell on the reinforced glass of the communication room.

And on the runway on the deck that had been emptied long ago, Fan Helsing stared in disbelief at the round drop of water on the cabin glass, still shaking from side to side, as if it was dancing.

"Isn't it?"

The mouth under Van Helsing's helmet opened wide.

It started to rain.

It started to rain!

"What kind of trick is this? If it's just an illusion, it's impossible for those vampires who can't see the light to attack?"

Mondrian, the special strategic advisor of Organization F, exclaimed that this situation has completely exceeded their expectations!
And they also participated in the previous weather collection work, how could their F organization make mistakes?
"No, the weather did change."

Van Helsing pursed his lips, turned on the communication system on the plane, and reported to the communication room.

Not an illusion... did the climate change?

When will the blood race have the ability to change the weather!

"Stop the whole army and alert the enemy!"

Lieutenant General Campbell yanked through the microphone and shouted with all his might.

(End of this chapter)