Chapter 1155： The White House is up to the sky again

On the sea, the fire was blazing.

The leaked fuel turned the sea water into an ink color, connecting the flames into one piece.

In the sea of ​​flames, desperate wailing and crying for help one after another.

The aircraft carrier that was broken in two quickly sank, and the swirling vortex pulled all nearby soldiers into the bottom of the sea.

No one is spared, either alive or dead!

On the frigate, the bridge and the deck, there are a few more circular scorching holes.

It extends from above to the bottom of the sea, making the sea water flow back into the ship continuously.

Although they tried their best to repair, the hole in the bottom of the ship was blocked in time.

But the next second, the light blooming above the sky split again.

Three consecutive beams of light were directed toward the cabin, and the chief mate, who was standing on the deck in command of the rescue, looked gloomy.

Desperately murmured: "It's over, there's no help!"

Boom~

The power of the engine that was penetrated by the beam of light exploded, tearing the entire ship into two pieces.

Jumped high out of the water and inserted into the sea with the cross section facing down.

Gululu...

The bubbles churned, and in the blink of an eye, the broken ship disappeared above the sea.

Under the deep sea, the broken ship hull fell to the bottom of the sea.

Around it, there are many ‘brothers and sisters’ to accompany them, crying about the decline and demise of the marine overlord.

The entire fleet was buried in the depths of the sea without defense and the ability to fight back.

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"What? The entire fleet... just gone?"

"Yes, yes, the laser beams that have appeared before. They penetrate all ships without warning..."

"Submarine, where's the submarine?"

"And, with the boat, together... it's gone."

Cang Dang!

Falling back to the chair behind the desk, the puppet's face was as gray as death.

Nothing, nothing!

"General, President, what should we do?" the person who came to the report asked anxiously.

He and the puppet are grasshoppers on the same rope. What will happen next is to know without even thinking about it.

If the big man behind decides to surrender, he will definitely throw the puppet out as a replacement for the dead, seeking BlackRock's forgiveness.

If you resist stubbornly, the puppet can't survive.

The Pacific Fleet is gone. Someone must stand up for this responsibility.

Who is more suitable than a puppet...

Gone!

Besides, he is useless anymore.

As a puppet, the boss has been thrown out as a substitute for the dead.

Among the people below them, there is one who can live?

Perhaps, some unimportant roles can live.

But a core figure like him knows too much!

"I think about it, let me think about it!" The puppet was sitting on the chair, frowning thinking.

The brain is about to burst into flames, but the puppet is still thinking desperately.

Want to find a ray of life in the dead end!

Slap~

Suddenly clapping the tabletop, the puppet stood up and said: "Arrange the plane immediately. I'm going to Fort Decker."

"Fort Decker?" The subordinate was stunned.

What's the use of running to Fort Decker at this time, it's a dead end in the end.

"I want to take Fort Decker as a gift to BlackRock." The puppet slammed his fist hard and hit his palm.

His subordinates were taken aback by his actions, and the decision that followed them made him even more frightened.

It seems that he was really driven to a dead end.

But this is indeed a good way, if you can dedicate Fort Decker to BlackRock.

Believe that the man behind Illibela will not mind whether he is dead or alive.

pity…

"Mr. President, the plane is arranged." Putting the mobile phone back in his pocket, the other person's eyes showed strangeness.

The puppet, who was completely immersed in his plan, didn't realize this at all.

"Go." Walking towards the door, the puppet threw in his mind to perfect his plan.

Just take Fort Decker and hand over all the technology inside to BlackRock.

Believe that the other party will be willing to take in oneself.

Even if you can't afford to live on the west coast, you can be a rich man with a sum of money.

Click!

The door opened, and there was a pair of brown leather shoes in front of him.

The polish on the vamp was as bright as a mirror, and from inside, the puppet saw his face instantly pale.

Looking up in despair, the last trace of luck disappeared.

The puppet seemed to have been drained, and fell to the ground softly, waiting sluggishly for the arrival of death.

"Thanks for your hard work."

biubiu...

The muzzle with silencer aimed at the puppet, shooting him to death in front of his eyes.

Watching the corpse crumbled to the ground, the pupils stared at the corpse.

The opponent stepped forward and raised the muzzle, biubiubiu...

The brown shoes didn't stop until the body was completely unrecognizable and the bullets were all empty.

"General." The trusted subordinates of the puppet respectfully bowed to the visitor.

"Um."

With a nasal sound, the brown shoes suddenly raised the butt.

Boom~

The **** of the gun fell, and the meat splashed.

Before the other party had time to say a word, he was beaten to death with the **** of the brown leather shoes.

After all this was done, the brown shoes panted and threw away the blood-filled pistol.

"Being a dog requires despair of being a dog. How can you even bite the owner?"

He wiped a few blood-stained hands on the puppet’s expensive custom suit.

The brown shoes frowned and said, "It's a waste to wear such clothes on you."

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, the brown shoes took out the phone: "Come in!"

A group of guys dressed in various styles came from the end of the corridor, throwing something up and down in the hands of the leader.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a bomb.

The brown leather shoes wrinkled and said, "I'll leave it to you next, I'm leaving first."

"Don't worry, I promise that the entire White House will fly to the sky." The man who threw the bomb grinned wildly.

The mutant who followed him in, began to arrange the bomb in the predetermined location.

After half an hour, there was a loud noise.

The special zone seemed to experience a magnitude five earthquake, and a huge group of mushrooms appeared above the white house.

Watching all the ships sink into the sea with his own eyes, Qin Yu's straight arms bend slightly, loosening his hands holding the edge of the table.

The problem on the sea is half resolved. Although the Bald Eagle still has a fleet, it belongs to the consortium and private armed forces.

All that was controlled by the White House had been wiped out.

Moreover, it did not cause any polluting explosions, and all nuclear-powered ships aimed at sinking ships.

They are all sunk to the bottom of the sea, so let them stay there for a few years without getting in the way.

When Qin Yu takes time out, UU reads www.ukahnshu. com then sent a ship to salvage the sunken ship.

Solve the weapons and power cabins inside, "I hope the technology of the bald eagle is more reliable, so as not to cause pollution leakage."

Trouble must be troublesome. It is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment!

For the time being, even if there is a nuclear war, there is no need to worry about local attacks.

The big rock in my heart can finally fall.

"Boss, something went wrong!"

Connecting to Watson's communication request, the other party's anxious look made people's mind sinking.

"What happened?" Qin Yu asked in a deep voice.

"Twenty minutes ago, the White House was attacked by a terrorist.

The entire building turned into a sea of ​​flames, and none of the people inside escaped. "

"The spokesperson claimed that the attack came from the Republic and was the same force that destroyed the Pacific Fleet."