Washington.

A Peter Bilt 389 heavy truck towed with a modified RV, Optimus Prime in Transformers, stopped on the banks of the Topomac River not far from Thomas Jefferson Memorial.

This position is simply the heart of the world's power.

Boss Wang, who was sitting in the car, looked right with emotion. Capitol Hill and the White House lined one by one, and looked left. The Pentagon was majestic. Look forward. Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam War Memorial, Korean War Memorial, Washington Memorial, behind him, behind a large number of American imperial office buildings and the National Defense University.

"Ma, I'm so talented. I actually chose such a place to start."

The guy smiled happily. Almost at the same time, the fog began to form rapidly within a radius of two kilometers around him. In a blink of an eye, most of Washington disappeared into a white thick fog. On the crowded streets, continuous impacts and screams of the crowd immediately came. The fog was too thick, so thick that it was completely invisible to see people a few meters away.

In the thick fog, the rear door of the RV behind Optimus Prime opened.

"What's going on? Where did this damn fog come from?"

In the Pentagon, Minister Carter hurried to a command hall and looked at the big screen in front of him. Half of Washington on the big screen was gone. Only high-rise buildings that seemed to float in a sea of ​​clouds could show the existence of the city. Even the Pentagon where they were was just a vague outline, and outside the window not far away, there was a vast white area.

"I don't know. I suddenly appeared for no reason, but only the Atlantis people can do this, and they also fit their style." The general said with a solemn expression.

"Atlantis. Are we truce?" Minister Carter just finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang. He looked at it and quickly connected: "His Excellency President, we are investigating, but for safety reasons, you'd better go into the shelter first, what the hell?"

Minister Carter, who was talking to the little dark horse, suddenly screamed. Because at this moment, a white giant bird with a wingspan of more than ten meters suddenly flew out in the thick fog of the sea of ​​clouds, but then he could see clearly what was between the swaying wings.

"Hurry, Your Excellency the President, enter the shelter immediately. It's that angel, damn it, this ghost thing is real!" Minister Carter roared like crazy.

Indeed, most people are almost forgetting the angel that flashed by in San Diego. Some scientists even came out to analyze it confidently, that it was just a refraction reflection of the moisture in the air. As for the US imperial government, they were not sure whether this thing was real. After all, there was no abnormal discovery on their radar at that time. If there were such a large group of angels, their phased array radars with extremely high accuracy would not be able to detect it.

But this time, there is no need to guess, the angel is in front of them. Everyone in the hall stared at the satellite image in front of them as if stupid.

Angel, the image that many people have been familiar with since childhood, thanks to the original good weather today and their optical reconnaissance satellites that can see the license plate number clearly. This angel seems to be as clear as standing in front of them, with a cold face like an ancient Greek statue, a slender figure, a white robe, and a pair of huge white wings behind it. Many people even have the sacredness in their hearts in their hearts, and several officers have begun to murmur subconsciously with crosses on their chests.

"Quick, order the air defense forces to open fire, and the fighter planes at Andrews Air Force Base take off immediately and transfer ground troops into the city!"

In a sacred solemn scene, Minister Carter's scream in horror suddenly sounded. The officers who were feeling God's majesty raised their heads in shock. Only then did they realize that the angel on the screen seemed not so full of love and compassion, because there was a long black sword in his hand. He raised his hands above his head and slashed down fiercely with his indifference facing the ants. A cold light passed by the sky. Almost at the same time, something seemed to shake in the direction of the Jefferson Memorial Hall in the sea of ​​clouds.

Before everyone could wake up, there was a loud bang in the distance, followed by a violent vibration under his feet.

And at this time, the thick fog finally dissipated.

"Jefferson Memorial!" exclaimed the general beside Minister Carter.

The Jefferson Memorial collapsed.

Not far from this memorial hall, among the crowds forced to stop by thick fog, Boss Wang looked at the effect he made with satisfaction. It was actually very simple. He simply collected all the methane in the nearby air into this memorial hall, and then detonated the mixture of methane and oxygen. It was much more powerful than that of the Antimony Enttier. As for the long sword in Durell's hand, it was carbon fiber, and the cold light like sword energy was simulated by the Red Queen.

Boss Wang’s special effects production is absolutely first-class.

After the thick fog dissipated, not only in the Pentagon, but also in the millions of people in downtown Washington saw the angels above their heads, and also saw the scene of his long sword pointing to the point of the Jefferson Memorial on the ground.

Everyone was stunned. Who was Jefferson? He was the saint in the minds of the American people and a symbol of freedom. He could be said to be the spiritual leader of the American people. His memorial hall is now a pile of ruins, and what destroyed this memorial hall was a symbol of their religious belief. At this moment, everyone was confused, looking at the sky and the ground one by one, standing there like a fool.

"Humiliating mortals and dirty ants, accept God's punishment!"

A cold voice suddenly came from the sky.

Well, Wang Yue installed a loudspeaker in Durell's robe.

The people on the ground raised their heads in a daze.

The angel's long sword was raised again, but this time it did not slash, but pointed toward the sky. At the same time, a fire ball suddenly appeared in the air. Then the long sword in his hand waved downwards. The fire ball fell like a meteor and was hitting the Congress building. Although its power was not too great, it still allowed at least a quarter of the building to be flooded by the fire.

The crowd reacted at this time and exploded suddenly. Everyone cried and rushed towards their cars to escape. Of course, many people got into the wrong car in panic, including Boss Wang, who also got into a convertible Sebring of a little beauty.

"He probably won't attack us civilians, right?" He asked the little beauty with uncertainty.

"I guess not, didn't you hear him shouting? We are all humble ants. I guess we are almost the same as the ants under our feet in his eyes. No one will play with them when they are bored, but no one will be careful to avoid ants when walking." The little beauty said hatefully, pulling something off her neck and throwing it out.

"Uh, we have to find a place that is not trampled." Wang Yue said while controlling the second combustible ice hockey in the sky, then smashing it to the Congress building again.

"Go to the National Mall!" The little beauty said as she stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for the National Mall.

In fact, at this time, all the vehicles were gathering there. After all, everyone knew that staying in the middle of the building would easily be accidentally injured by the subsequent battle. Only staying on the empty lawn of the two-kilometer-long National Mall is the safest, and of course it is the most suitable for watching the battle. Of course, they don’t know that it is also the most suitable for Boss Wang to hide himself.

"Look, missile!" Boss Wang suddenly shouted.

As soon as the little beauty looked up, dozens of eye-catching trails in the sky were flying from the Andrews Air Force Base at extremely fast speed. It was obvious that the Patriot missile troops there were firing. In the sky far away, you could even see a f16 fighter jet taking off. The first one took off had already begun to launch air-to-air missiles.

In the driving traffic, countless people cheered, but unfortunately the cheers came to an abrupt end, because the Patriot missiles that they had hoped for in the sky were as slowed down instantly as if they had crashed into a quagmire. Then one after another broke from the middle, and the broken warheads fell straight to the ground, exploding clusters of flames in the buildings in the city. Many people who fled were even accidentally injured by these missiles. After all, the Patriot warheads were still very powerful.

"Oh!" There was another sigh of regret in the crowd.

However, these missiles are not useless. Although the goal of destroying the enemy was not achieved, the goal that blocked his attack was achieved, because the angel who had just smashed the third fire regiment on the Capitol building had to stop the attack and instead resist the US military's attack on him.

In the sky, various weapons kept firing at the angels from surface-to-air missiles to air-to-air missiles, and even fighter air cannons that quickly joined. Then they hit the ground like hail, making the downtown Washington below look like Baghdad or Kabul. Soon the ground troops also appeared. Military vehicles rushed into the city, using stingers, large-caliber machine guns, vehicle-mounted close-defense guns, and even Hawke surface-to-air missiles, and of course, they also opened fire in vain to the sky.

Their enemies kept waving their swords, and even formed a silver ball of light with a diameter of hundreds of meters to wrap themselves in the middle. All missiles and artillery shells that touched the ball of light all changed direction and fell to the ground.

"Damn Atlantis!" The little beauty who had just arrived at the National Mall said hatefully as she looked at the scene.

"Do you think he is an Atlantis?" Boss Wang was busy dealing with the missiles and shells, but he did not forget to tease the little beauty. His brain is now doing his best. You must know that not only this side, he also has to control the Montreal wind and have fun. Fortunately, due to the jet lag, the domestic substitute is sleeping, otherwise he has to control one.

"Who else can they be if they weren't?" said the little beauty.

Well, not only she thinks this way, but also the US government. Just as the angels were raging in Washington, the commander of the Third Fleet also rushed into the prisoner-of-war camp in anger. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!