Ten minutes ago, Washington DC, underground fortifications.

Secretary of State Walter sat behind the long table and reached out to rub the painful temples.

Because it was crowded with high-ranking officials, the already small tactical command room seemed a little narrow and cramped.

These senior executives who really decided the direction of the Bald Eagle country were staring at the big screen at the end of the room, where the battles were being fought on the spire platform of the Tower of Babel.

The Wayne Group's private satellite, which was temporarily called, is indeed as reliable as the company it belongs to, with a stable broadcast signal, maximizing the scene and presenting it to the nobles present.

The battle between the Four Knights and the Avengers is thrilling, with energy cannons dancing with sword lights, thunder and strains flying across the sky, and the vibrating shield resists repeated impacts, and occasionally the bows and arrows that emerge from the darkness trigger a violent explosion.

The battle is so loud that even through the screen, these elites feel huge pressure.

The bald eagle elite relies on the entire social machine.

Elites who are familiar with the operating rules of this huge machine can climb to the top, let other civilians serve themselves, and use the power of the whole society to formulate rules and regulations for the general public, and strictly prohibit civilians from crossing.

However, their pride was gone in front of these monsters who had strange power and fought with the most primitive and brutal violence.

This huge feeling of gap makes my throat tight. When many senior officials saw Hulk cut off a reinforced concrete building, they pulled their collars together, as if they were being held by their hands.

However, whether it is the four knights who shine with glimmer, the Nordic gods who master thunder, or the Hulk who can be infinitely charged by rage, their fighting style is at least fixed, and can be understood and analyzed by "common sense".

On the other hand, Li Ang’s battle with Apocalypse was beyond the scope of understanding of human beings.

Flash, teleport, teleport, disappear, reappear.

The two of them were like the scenes that were constantly stuttering on the master's TV. The satellite's surveillance facilities could not keep up with the speed of both. The frame rate was too low and could only record one or two afterimages, presenting them in front of everyone present.

Not only that, the fluctuations of supernatural powers that escape from the two of them will distort the surrounding air at all times, as illusory as a mirage.

If you focus your energy too much on the battle process between the two, followers will only feel that their energy is being consumed rapidly. Not only can they not be objectively analyzed, but they may even vomit due to the nausea caused by visual impact.

Secretary of State Walter was tightly faced, and the motion sickness medication handed over by the secretary greatly alleviated the pain and allowed him to remain energetic.

As a loyal patriot to some extent, he must concentrate on the outcome of this battle, which will affect the development direction of the entire United States and even the human race.

Whether it is to master the plague strain and try to keep the apocalypse of all mankind in captivity or to form an army of one person, Li Ang, who can easily burst out huge productivity and become a "end-producer";

In front of these two beings as powerful as gods, the other 7 billion ordinary people on the blue planet are as humble and small as ants.

Thinking of this, fear once again grabbed Walter's pounding heart.

The broadcast continues, the apocalypse is chanting scriptures, and the Tower of Babel is shrouded in energy barrier...

Suddenly, the broadcasting screen of the artificial satellite suddenly ended and turned into darkness.

"What's the situation? What about the picture?"

The Latino boss asked in a deep voice with a gloomy face, and immediately some relevant staff began to deal with it.

A moment later, the door of the tactical command room was opened, and a staff member of the strategic office with a sign hanging on his chest said arduously: "There is a broadband outside New York city, with high-intensity electromagnetic energy erupting, and the screen cannot be broadcast for the time being, and the aircraft carrier battle group outside the sea cannot be connected for the time being..."

In this narrow tactical command room, the senior officials in clerk costumes were still in a daze, while the American generals in bald eagle uniforms had already changed their colors and even shouted out in a rather out-of-compulsory manner: "What?!"

The so-called electromagnetic energy eruption is actually the auxiliary effect of electromagnetic pulse EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse), which can generate a very strong electromagnetic field, couple with electronic devices, generate current surges, and then destroy the electronic device itself.

There are very few ways to cause electromagnetic pulse physical phenomena.

If the aircraft carrier loses communication, it can be explained, but satellites in low-Earth orbit can be affected...

"Yes, is it a nuclear bomb?" An officer couldn't suppress his trembling body and asked hard: "Who did it? The bear?"

"No, not a nuclear bomb."

Secretary of State Walter frowned and thought for a while, and said firmly: "A low-altitude nuclear explosion below 10 kilometers will only cause a limited electromagnetic effect and will not affect this far.

In high-altitude nuclear explosions, the deflection of the earth's magnetic field will make the electromagnetic pulse visible and easily scanned by other satellites.

Moreover, the 100,000 tons of air explosion generated at a height of 60 miles can cause EMP damage areas to cover most of the United States, and in that case, our electronic equipment here in Washington will also be affected.

So this is not a nuclear bomb, it is just an aftermath caused during the battle."

The Secretary of State Goulte, who has always been famous in American politics, was shocked to hear his calm, professional and comprehensive analysis, and everyone present was stunned and stared at him with disbelief.

Secretary of State Walter naturally could not tell them how hard he had spent on physics when he was a college student to get a professor in the physics department of a certain university (a widowed and half-old woman living alone, and a pair of underage twin daughters).

He just stared at everyone present with a cold face, and said indifferently: "What do you think I'm doing? I like to read science fiction novels, can't you?"

“Now is not the time to discuss this.”

A certain American general who was a first-class person interrupted Walter and said directly to the Bald Eagle Master: "Sir, no matter who wins this battle, it is not a good thing for America.

We have now lost New York and can no longer bear the risk of losing the East Coast.”

The general of the Navy did not say everything, but everyone present was a great man, with tacit understanding between each other and a song that knew the meaning of elegance.

Both Apocalypse and Li Ang had exceeded the scope of conventional weapons. They were considered gods and worshipped in ancient times.

Regardless of whether the gods are kind or indifferent, whether the gods care about the offerings of the lower realms, whether the gods can understand the interests of mortals,

The existence of "God" is itself a threat to human beings.

“Humans do not need God,”

Secretary of State Walter stared at the Latino master and said word by word: "America that tries to maintain hegemony does not need gods."

There was a dead silence in the tactical command room.

"The gods are a threat. Since it is a threat, there is a need to be erased."

The admiral also raised his eyelids and said calmly and firmly: "Sir President, America needs your judgment."

The Latino boss licked his chapped lips and said hard: "...... First send a sentry cluster to observe the situation on the scene and weigh the trade-offs.

If the God-killing success cannot be guaranteed, then prepare to drop a nuclear bomb."

No one asked the outcome of the New Yorkers, and no one cared about the Avengers on the top of the Tower of Babel. Everyone had no expression on their faces and easily determined their fate.

"Release Sentinel Cluster."

This command was issued quickly and was transmitted to several aircraft carriers after radio wave communication was transmitted several times.

These aircraft carriers are hundreds of kilometers away from New York, avoiding the first electromagnetic pulse of the Kabbalah Tree of Life.

The aircraft carrier cabin slowly opened, and hundreds of humanoid machinery were exposed to the air.

These steel human figures are more than three meters high, and are covered with extremely fine fish-scale nails, layered and wrapped around them.

The human-shaped mechanical head is inverted triangle-shaped, with a pointed bottom and round top, without a mouth and nose. There are only two narrow and sharp holes in the eye socket. There is a yellow light in the hole, which probably acts as a visual sensor.

Since the 1960s and 1970s, Polival Triske, a doctor of anthropology, established the Triske Group, which specializes in cooperation with government departments to mainly produce defense robots related to the genes of mutants - that is, the Sentinel Robot Generation.

In secret, the Trisker Group has always had close ties with the X Weapon Project. Relying on the confidential mutant information transported by the X Weapon Project, the sentinel robots of the Trisker Group have been constantly improving, gradually reducing industrial costs and becoming more practical.

It was not until Magneto held electronic devices hostage and conducted a global live broadcast, and beheaded William Stryker in public that the federal government was under pressure to stop any projects related to mutants.

Among them, there are even some purebred human chauvinists who propose a ridiculous project that relies on genetically modified corn to erase the possibility of birth of mutant babies from the genetic level.

As for the dwarf Doctor Polival, within a few days after the live broadcast, someone was found bleeding at home with seven orifices.

The police did not even go into it too much, but made a conclusion for him based on the absurd reason that "Dr. Polival Triske held an unblocked meeting in a luxurious villa until he died of sudden myocardial infarction."

This absurd event comparable to Onion News did not cause any trouble in the time when mutants became politically correct. It was not until then that the slag appeared and became a casual chat material for ordinary people - after all, the scene of the unblocked meeting of the dwarf capitalists was enough to attract imagination.

Whether Polival died from mutant forces or someone in the federal government wanted to cover up the traces, these are no longer important.

What is important is that the Sentinel Robot Technology left by the Trisker Group was fully accepted by the Federation and has been secretly improved and debugged as a backup to prevent mutant riots.

Although he had not experienced high-intensity practical tests, a senior official standing on the bridge of the aircraft carrier was extremely confident in the sentry, chatting and laughing, and waving.

"The first echelon of Sentinel Robot Cluster, set off!"

The commander looked at the sentry's self-sufficient spraying flames, sweeping forward against the deck of the aircraft carrier.

These ark reactors acquired by Stark Group completely solved the energy supply problem of sentinel robots, allowing the robot combat group to fly hundreds of kilometers at high speed and carry out raids and kills.

In the eyes of this frontline commander, the sentry robot, which is small in size, has a large firepower, and does not cause radar fluctuations, is like a main combat weapon for the next generation.

The most important thing is that the sentinel mechanical cluster can withstand the intrusion of electromagnetic pulses and can rush into the barrier of the Kabbala life tree.

"May God bless America."

The commander drew a cross on his chest and watched hundreds of sentries form a group and flew towards Manhattan.

He stood there in a daze, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, clenched his fists and said softly to himself, "No, no, I shouldn't say that."

"It should be, go and fuck those two mighty Gods."

The sentry robot cluster, which was highly anticipated by the commander, rushed to the top of the Tower of Babel, with great momentum.

In order to maintain order on earth, they shouldered the glorious responsibility of "killing the gods".

Unfortunately, the Zhoutian Star Dou Array has been activated.

Under the stars, these high-profile mechanical clusters melted and turned into thousands of winds.

What titanium alloy skeleton and what can be changed shell are vulnerable in front of the star map.

Only one sentry machine was particularly lucky, relying on the blocking of his companions to avoid most of the starlight.

The last survivor of the station struggled to control his remaining body, which was wiped out by the stars, and flew to the top of the Tower of Babel.

Through the communication device of this sentinel robot, the White House heroes were able to observe the situation at the scene.
Chapter completed!