manynovel Chapter 118 Total Annihilation!
Chapter 118 Total Annihilation!
Chapter 118 Total Annihilation!
"What did you say? The United Nations? Experts?"
The commander stared wide-eyed as if he had heard an extremely idiotic joke.
"Are those Pentagon politicians out of their minds? What's going on in Manhattan right now? This is fucking hell!"
The commander's temples began to throb.
It's worth noting that Blackwatch went to extreme lengths to cover up the virus leak.
All the bridges and tunnels around Manhattan Island have been destroyed.
Navy destroyers patrolled the Hudson River, sinking any living creature that dared to enter the water.
A dense air defense network was deployed in the air, and any aircraft attempting to fly into or out of Manhattan, including civilian helicopters and news aircraft, would be mercilessly shot down into fireballs by anti-aircraft missiles.
Furthermore, the external network and telephone signals had long been physically cut off, and all refugees who tried to escape were riddled with machine gun fire.
"This matter is currently under absolute international secrecy! Our official stance is that it's an outbreak of a severe flu, and we're implementing humanitarian quarantine!"
The commander growled in a low voice.
"Are the CIA and FBI intelligence agencies just sitting around doing nothing?! How did they manage to let those bureaucrats at the UN, who's always just passing the buck, know there's a monster here?!"
"What's worse, sir," the adjutant added, "intelligence indicates that this expert—appears to have already entered the Manhattan area."
"They're already inside?!"
The commander felt his migraine had completely flared up.
He simply couldn't understand how those people managed to allow a living person to enter the heavily blockaded Manhattan Island openly, without any land or water routes being blocked and with air defense radars running 24 hours a day.
"The outer perimeter is guarded by Marines and our Blackwatch close-in defense battalion!"
"Even a fly flying in would be detected by radar, how could we possibly let an outsider in? It couldn't possibly have grown wings and flown in by itself, could it?!"
Finally, after cursing for three minutes, the commander gave up on thinking about such complex political issues that were beyond his authority.
"To hell with the UN. This is our territory."
He coldly issued the order: "Pass down the order to all outposts. If you see that so-called expert, don't waste any words, detain him immediately and lock him in the biohazard isolation chamber!"
As for how to handle it afterwards, and whether it will cause international disputes, let the bigwigs at the Pentagon worry about that.
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Having resolved this annoying interlude, the commander decided to report the results of the hunt for the hunter to his superior and, incidentally, request an ammunition resupply.
He picked up the vehicle-mounted high-powered military-grade encrypted communicator and dialed the channel of his direct superior.
His superiors are currently at Pennsylvania Station in mid-Manhattan, one of the hardest-hit areas in Manhattan, leading a massive recovery operation.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
The communication was established.
However, what came through the earphones was not the boss's habitual, loud cursing.
Instead, it was a terrifying, chaotic, and ear-piercing noise, as if one were inside a meat grinder!
"Fire! Don't stop! Damn it, they've come out of the ground!"
"Hold on, three rows! RPG! Give me an RPG!!!"
Desperate roars, the howling of the M249 heavy machine gun unleashing its ammunition, and the deafening roar of the tank's main gun mingled together.
But the symphony lasted for less than five seconds.
Immediately afterwards, the commander heard a sound.
It was a terrifying sound that he had just heard, but now it was amplified ten or a hundred times.
Those were the frantic roars of an extremely dense, swarming group of hunters!
"Creak—Boom!"
A chilling metallic groan came through the headphones, sounding like a tank weighing tens of tons being violently overturned and torn in two by some brute force.
"Sir? Sir! What's happening at Pennsylvania Station?!" The commander gripped the microphone tightly and shouted.
"Sizzle—Pfft!"
His response was the sound of flesh being instantly torn apart by some enormous, sharp blade, with blood gushing out in a thick, sticky spray.
Then came a crisp "clang".
After a suffocating static noise, communication was completely cut off. Dead silence.
The commander's pupils contracted instantly, and a chill, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, rushed up his spine to the back of his head.
The cigar he was holding between his fingers fell to the ground, but he didn't even notice.
Cold sweat instantly soaked through his bulletproof vest.
"Quickly! Connect to headquarters! Connect to General Randall's channel!" the commander yelled at the communications officer like a madman.
Three seconds later, the headquarters' dedicated line forcibly connected to the command vehicle.
Before the commander could even inquire about the situation at Pennsylvania Station, a chilling yet subtly trembling command came through the communicator: "This is Blackwatch Headquarters!"
"Thunderbolt" clearance team, immediately cease all advances in your current block! Abandon all heavy supplies and immediately retreat to the temporary main base in Central Park! Repeat, retreat immediately!
"Retreat? Why? Sir, we're making good progress on the outer perimeter! What's going on at Pennsylvania Station?!"
"Don't ask why, Major. If you want to live, run now!"
The staff officer at headquarters seemed unable to contain himself any longer, and his voice suddenly rose.
"In the past three minutes, the 4th Armored Battalion stationed at Pennsylvania Station, with its full complement of forty M1A2 main battle tanks, two army aviation battalions, and a full squad of D-Code super-enhanced soldiers—"
"completely annihilated!!"
These four words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into the commander's chest.
His mouth dropped open, his face filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?!"
This completely violates basic military common sense!
A steel torrent composed of forty main battle tanks!
What does that mean? It means they can easily overwhelm the defense forces of a small country in open terrain!
In addition, there were more than a dozen Apache attack helicopters circling overhead, as well as super soldiers capable of tearing monsters apart with their bare hands.
With this level of firepower, even against the group of about fifty hunters entrenched underground at Pennsylvania Station, as reported by intelligence, it would be an evenly matched positional battle! It could last for at least a few hours!
How could they have been wiped out in just a few minutes, before they could even send a complete distress signal?!
Could it be that the legendary hoodie-wearing demon codenamed "Zeus" personally took action?!
However, the busy tone in his earpiece and the horrific death broadcast he had just heard left him no choice but to believe it.
"Major—"
"According to the last heat source images captured by military satellites, the monsters that slaughtered the armored battalion did not return to their underground lair after the battle, but quickly disappeared into the shadows of the neighborhood."
"Based on their movement patterns, it is predicted that they are looking for the next high-temperature target with a large number of living people gathered there."
The commander stiffly turned his head and looked around.
His troops had just burned down the entire block with napalm, and the towering flames and the heat emanating from hundreds of living soldiers shone like a beacon in the night amidst the cold ruins.
"And you are the closest unit to Penn Station—"
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