I, the motherland, do whatever I want

FAA.

Several cars parked outside the gate, the doors opened, and the people getting out of the cars were discussing something as they walked.

soon.

Director Stephen Burton quickly came to the bridge of the command center and said loudly: "Can anyone tell me what the situation is now?"

"That damn meteorite is as big as Nevada. Is there any way we can shoot it down?"

"Also, I'd like to know if we can't stop it."

"In 72 hours, where will it land on the Earth and what impact will it have?"

"Will mankind be completely wiped out?"

A few minutes later, a team of experts came to Stephen Burton.

An astronomy expert pointed the screen of his laptop toward Mr. Director.

"According to our calculations, when the meteorite approaches, there is a certain probability of hitting the moon."

"If it hits the moon, the Earth might survive."

"But sir, judging from the size of that meteorite, once it hits the moon, it is likely to cause the moon to disintegrate."

"Without the moon, the first impact on our planet would be the tides."

"Tides on Earth are now dominated by the sun and moon, but the sun only accounts for one-third."

"Once we lose the moon, the ebb and flow will be less frequent and less pronounced."

"Next, the earth's rotational speed will change. According to my calculations, the earth's rotation will only be about 8 hours a day by then, which means that the earth's rotational speed will be three times as fast as it is now."

"In addition, in addition to tides, it also affects the earth's magnetic field, affects the earth's rotation axis, and various other changes."

"There are countless known things and unknown things."

"But one thing is certain, when the earth only has 8 hours left in a day, for humans who are accustomed to a 24-hour day and night rhythm."

"It will be difficult for us to adapt to this environment, and the result is that a large number of humans will die because their bodies cannot adapt."

Stephen Burton drank coffee and said: "So, even if a meteorite hits the moon, everything will not be fine for us, but the disaster will only happen later?"

"Yes, sir."

Another man said: "Mr. Director, we predict that this meteorite will eventually fall into the eastern Pacific."

"Really? How much damage will it cause then?" Stephen Burton asked.

The man smiled bitterly and said: "Falling into the Pacific Ocean will cause a tsunami, sir, an extinction-level tsunami."

"According to computer calculations, when the meteorite falls into the Pacific Ocean, the sea level will rise rapidly, and then the tsunami will hit the coastal cities first."

"It then spread inland and eventually flooded the entire world."

"In addition, the impact of this meteorite is very terrible. When it hits the Pacific Ocean, a large amount of seawater will be directly evaporated."

"Then the entire Earth's crust is affected, creating a chain of catastrophes."

"Humans, at least ordinary humans, cannot survive such a disaster."

Stephen Burton covered his face and said, "Okay, that is to say."

"If we can't destroy it, then, whether it hits the moon or falls into the Pacific Ocean, we humans will die. Is that what you mean?"

Everyone nodded gravely.

Mr. Director spread his hands and said: "Then, can we destroy it?"

"Hypothetically, launch nuclear weapons around the world?"

A weapons expert shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Director."

"Although nuclear weapons can be launched into space, there is no atmosphere in space, so there will be no shock waves, and the heat generated by the explosion will be quickly consumed in space in the form of light energy."

"While nuclear weapons explode in space they release heat, electromagnetic pulses and nuclear radiation."

"However, even if the world's nuclear weapons are used and successfully detonated on the meteorite, it will be difficult to explode the meteorite."

"It's like putting a fire on the palm of your hand. It will certainly burn the palm, peel off the skin, and even scorch part of the muscle tissue."

"But it won't blow your palms to pieces."

Stephen Burton said in disbelief: "Then what else can we do? Oh my God, the space agency has close to 10,000 employees."

"We have gathered the best talents from the entire federation, can't we even think of a way?"

These people look at me and I look at you.

Then a man coughed dryly and said: "Mr. Director, maybe the people of the motherland can find a way."

"He has great strength, can fly, and shoots beams that can cut through anything."

"Perhaps, he will be our hope."

Mr. Director looked at him and said: "You mean, we have to entrust the safety of the entire earth to a madman?"

At this time, there were messy footsteps in the corridor outside, and then people ran into the conference hall one after another.

"Mr. Director, Mr. President is online."

"Oops, Director Stephen Burton! We just discovered that the Destroyer is splitting."

"Part of it broke apart, and the broken part came at an extremely fast speed. It is predicted that it will enter the atmosphere around early tonight."

Stephen Burton couldn't sit still anymore and jumped up.

White House.

"You named that meteorite 'Destroyer'?"

"That's not a good name."

The president wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and then looked at Stephen Burton on the screen.

"How is the situation now?"

Stephen Burton said nervously: "It's bad, very bad."

"We just discovered that Destroyer split itself, with part of its volume splitting into hundreds of small meteorites."

"And because of the kinetic energy generated during fragmentation, these small meteorites hit the Earth at extremely fast speeds."

"If the computer calculations are correct, these meteorites will enter the atmosphere at night, early in the morning."

"Locations they may attack include but are not limited to New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, etc."

"The smallest one is as big as a blue ball, and the largest one is as big as a golf ball."

"Don't pay attention to the little one."

"But the meteorite the size of a stadium must be intercepted, otherwise its impact would be enough to destroy a city."

The president couldn't help but groan: "Oh God."

He looked at a general with a general star on his shoulder in the office: "Can our air force intercept it?"

The general said decisively: "We can use aircraft to carry nuclear bombs when meteorites enter the atmosphere and detonate them at high altitudes."

On the screen, Stephen Burton said: "Even so, the meteor shower produced after the detonation will still cause incalculable damage to the ground."

The general said solemnly: "That is better than destroying a city."

Stephen Burton coughed dryly and said: "Mr. President, what I mean is, is it possible to contact people from the motherland?"

"With his power, he might be able to catch the meteorite and send it to a safe place, such as the Pacific Ocean."

The general immediately said: "Does it mean that our federation cannot survive without that madman?"

"That bastard also threatened Mr. President to grant him the title of general!"

The space director lowered his voice and said, "General, now is not the time to act on impulse."

"What we are facing now is a global disaster that may lead to the destruction of mankind."

"At this time, let alone a madman, even if it is a monster, we must seek all possible cooperation."

The president nodded: "Stephen is right."

"Mr. Minister, please contact the Tower of Seven and contact the people of the motherland."

Tower of Seven.

"Yes, yes sir."

"I'm heading to the command center."

"No problem, sir."

When the elevator door opened, the employees of Walter Company saw the assistant of Motherland, Ashley, walking out quickly.

She was listening to the phone while walking. When she came to the command hall, the door of the hall opened, but she did not see the figure she wanted to see in the hall.

The figure of the motherland!

"gentlemen."

Ashley coughed dryly: "He is not in the command hall now."

"No problem, I'll contact him immediately."

"Okay, I will notify you as soon as there is news."

After saying that, Ashley hung up the phone.

Then she dialed the emergency contact number of her motherland.

This is a set of numbers set up inside the Tower of Seven so that superheroes can be found at any time. It uses Walt's own communication network and supports global communications.

However.

No one answered.

"no no."

"Please don't do this to me, sir."

"The Ministry of National Defense will pluck my skin."

Ashley continued the beating, but to no avail.

The door to the command hall opens.

People came in one after another.

Maeve, Electro, Elemental, Ice Princess.

"Ashley, what's the matter with bringing us here in such a hurry?"

Ashley put down her phone, held her head and said, "Tell me quickly, do you know where the people from the motherland have gone?"

Maeve and the others look at me and I look at you, big eyes and small eyes.

Obviously, they don't know where the people from the motherland have gone.

"Shit!"

Ashley pulled out a few strands of hair and was now on the verge of tears.

The electrician tried to say: "Miss Ashley, even if the people from the motherland are not here, we can still help share the burden."

"You share the shit!"

"Can you blow up a meteorite or catch it?"

"The little electric current you have is not enough to give a meteorite a massage."

Ashley snapped, and after talking a lot, she was suddenly startled.

"Oops."

"I spilled the beans."

Maeve and everyone else were at a loss: "Ashley, what did you say, meteorite?"

Ashley gritted her teeth, turned off all the monitors in the command hall, and locked the door.

Then he said.

"There was a call from the Ministry of National Defense just now."

"The National Aeronautics and Space Administration discovered that a meteorite the size of Nevada is heading towards the Earth."

"Now, that meteorite has changed. It split part of its body and formed a meteor shower."

"Hundreds of meteorites will enter the atmosphere around early tonight, hitting cities including New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, etc."

"The largest meteorite inside is as big as a football field. Unfortunately, it landed in New York."

"If there is no interception, as soon as it falls, the whole of New York will..."

Ashley made an explosive gesture: "In short, it's over, the whole city will be wiped out."

"The Ministry of National Defense now has two plans. One is to use aircraft to carry nuclear bombs to bomb meteorites, but in that case, fragments will still fall, which will also cause a horrific disaster."

"The other option is to hope that the motherland will take action to catch the meteorite and safely transfer it to other places, such as the Pacific Ocean."

"The problem now is that I can't contact people from my motherland."

"As things stand right now, this is more than you can handle."

"So, either contact the people of the motherland before tonight."

"Or, leave New York before tonight."

"This news is currently blocked from the public to avoid causing unnecessary panic."

"But after the attack at night, the city will definitely turn into hell on earth in the next 48 hours, even if it survives the first attack."

Ashley said as she spoke.

"You decide for yourself, I'm leaving anyway."

"I'm just doing a part-time job, you can't let me lose my life, right?"

After saying that, Ashley opened the automatic door of the command hall and walked away.

Maeve and the others exchanged glances with each other, and then hurriedly left the command hall.

As for where the people of the motherland are, they have no way of knowing.

Hawaii.

Sun, beach, bikini!

Azu was wearing beach pants, holding a glass of wine, looking at a sexy girl walking past him, and whistled.

"Master, why do you suddenly want to come to Hawaii for vacation?"

Angelina was wearing a bikini, covered with a tulle shirt, and a red hibiscus flower in her hair. She exuded a mysterious and glamorous atmosphere.

Azu took her hand, walked to the beach chair, pushed Angelina down on the chair, and drank the wine.

"How long has it been since you took your own vacation?"

Azu said as he took off Angelina's shirt and motioned for her to lie down on the beach chair.

Angelina thought for a moment and said, "I haven't had a break since I took over my father's business."

"I don't want to rest either."

"No need to rest."

"The master has given me a new life, and I am very energetic now."

Azu unbuttoned her tube top and poured sunscreen alcohol on her smooth pink back.

Then gently spread it out and apply it to every spot on Angelina's back.

"Angelina, your life is going to be very long, so you have a lot of time."

"There is no need to focus on work every day, but you should also learn to relax occasionally."

"Just like now, close your eyes and enjoy this."

Azu pushed the essential oil with both hands, caressing Angelina's skin inch by inch.

Angelina said: "Master, isn't this good?"

"I should be allowed to serve the master."

Azu smiled and said, "You don't understand. For men, sometimes this kind of thing is also a kind of enjoyment and happiness."

Angelina bit her lower lip lightly: "Really?"

"As long as the master enjoys it and feels happy."

"I'd do anything."

Azu said with satisfaction: "That's so good."

"correct."

"Master, Miss Ashley has been calling just now."

"You really don't need to answer?"

Azu chuckled and said, "No need."

"Didn't Mr. President keep making excuses to delay the announcement of my promotion to general?"

"In that case, why should I be on call?"

"It's time to teach them a lesson."

Angelina blinked: "How do you know it's Mr. President who is looking for you?"

Azu nodded his head gently.

Angelina laughed: "Yes, the master is the smartest person in the world, and there is nothing I can hide from you."