"The report has been shown on the radar that a fleet of flights 50 kilometers northeast is flying towards Wickenburg. Judging from the area of ​​the RCS, it should be the F22, which is escorted by Land Warfare One and the four. It is expected to arrive in eight minutes."

The driver's report came from the cockpit in front.

In the face of radars with tidal fighters far exceeding the current technological level, even stealth fighters like the F22 still have nowhere to hide.

"Don't worry. With the current American technology, you can't find the tidal fighter." Zombie nodded: "Re-confirm the state of optical stealth, infrared stealth and radar stealth."

"Confirmed." The driver reported immediately.

"Okay, turn your course immediately toward Land Warfare One, and then—" Zombie Dragon nodded with satisfaction: "Close to Land Warfare One, keep flying at the same speed on its side, leaving Tongyou with five minutes."

"What?" Tongyou was shocked: "Deacon, you are not... kidding! No matter how strong the stealth effect of the tide fighter is, it is impossible for him to be discovered within such a short distance! And it will take five minutes to keep it!"

"Are you scared?" Zombie Long glanced at Tongyou.

"How could that happen!" Tongyou shook his head quickly: "With the protective power of the tidal fighter, it is impossible to be attacked by the US military so easily, but I am just afraid... it will affect your plan of the Deacon."

Tongyou is also not an awakened person with strong practical ability. Before, when he was in Thorn Flower Group, he was just the most inconspicuous little character.

The reason why he was absorbed by Chen to join the Thorn Flower Group was like Nightmare - just an interesting mascot.

His skilled soul occupies, allowing him to temporarily abandon his body, enter the body of the NPC in any copy, and at the same time possess all the other party's memories.

But the flaws of this skill are also obvious.

First of all, his ability is activated, which takes five minutes to stand still, and there is no disturbance during this period.

Secondly, the ability to mobilize must be within a straight line distance of fifty meters from the target person.

Third, this skill cannot be effective on any player or awakened person, and the target object can only be a pure NPC.

Finally, once the occupation is successful, no matter whether the opponent is an ordinary person or a monster in the dungeon, no matter how strong it is, all his original abilities will be cleared. Once he enters the occupied state, his original body will enter a state of fake death. Whether it is the killing of the new body or the killing of the original body, it means Tongyou's death.

In other words, Tongyou's skill is actually not much different from waste.

If you encounter a powerful boss and you are alone, then it will take five minutes, but you will be killed if you can't hold on for even ten seconds in front of you.

Even if there are a bunch of powerful teammates who can keep him within 50 meters of a distance of five minutes and not receive any attacks after he occupied the BOSS's body? But the BOSS's original power was also lost.

And if the teammates want to take this opportunity to kill the boss? This means Tongyou’s own death!

So like Nightmare, although Tongyou's skills are interesting, they can only be made into a vase-like decoration.

So far, the only chance he has used it? Was he the last time he met Cao Cao in the Changbanpo dungeon, who was naturally in the same camp as himself? At the same time, he also had a large number of NPCs under his power.

It was not until that time that Tong You truly realized the skills of his own scum? It turned out that there were times when it could come in handy. It was also after that time that Tong You was completely convinced by the leadership and strategy of the deacon Zombie Dragon.

And the situation faced this time is similar to the previous one. It is obvious that the purpose of the Zombie Deacon is to rely on the military power of the entire United States.

But the premise of doing this is to prevent anyone around the target person from discovering flaws.

Now that there is such a big turmoil in this copy, it is obvious that the whole country of the United States has long been tense. As long as there is any fault in occupying the target body, it will definitely cause 100% vigilance to be wary.

"Don't worry? You'll do it as I told you." Seeing Tong You's worried look on his face, Zombie Long waved his hand confidently: "It won't be a problem."

After saying that, he stood up from his seat and stretched out his hand forward.

A door appeared out of thin air in front of the zombie dragon.

The zombie dragon held the door handle? He opened the door and walked into the door.

When the door was closed, the entire door disappeared into the air without any trace.

The members of the Xingluo team around him did not show any surprise? He seemed to be accustomed to his deacon's actions.

After only a few seconds, Zombie Dragon opened the door and walked out with a winning smile on his face: "Okay, let's start."

...

"Report to Mr. President, we are about to arrive at the Wykenburg Military Base."

A middle-aged officer with the rank of colonel put his head close to the president's ear and shouted loudly.

It wasn't that he deliberately disrespected his president. Although this obese old man with a messy blonde hair, originally a vulgar businessman and full of trains, had never received his respect - and votes, at least as a soldier of the United States Marine Corps, he still had to maintain his due respect for his immediate superiors.

But the propeller in the helicopter was too loud [ ], and the president refused to wear headphones.

"I understand!" the president also shouted at the top of his throat, his face trembling with the bumps of the helicopter.

The helicopter landed slowly on a tarmac.

Wickenburg, a small town northwest of Phoenix, the state capital of Arizona.

People around Wickenburg all know that there is a small highway in the north of the town without any signposts leading to a small military base guarded by live ammunition soldiers day and night.

This is not bizarre. As the only superpower left in the world, whether in its own territory or overseas, such military bases are afraid of thousands.

But what no one knows is that the underground space buried deep under this military base is a hundred times larger than the buildings above it.

Almost every American has heard of another name for this place, although not everyone really believes it exists.

But it really exists.

——Zone 51.

"Sir President, here."

As soon as the helicopter stopped, the Marine Colonel jumped down and walked around to the opposite side of the helicopter to open the hatch for the president: "The Secretary of Homeland Security and the Director of the CIA are already waiting here. Uh, right, there is also Mr. Defense."

In front of the apron, four senior army officers stood, and more soldiers were guarding each other.

"Where is the FBI?" The president looked up at him and his brow frowned.

"Uh... in principle, the FBI does not work externally..." The colonel was stunned: "This incident was an alien meteorite falling..."

"This is fucking America! That damn meteorite hit the great American land! The civilians and soldiers who died were fucking American citizens!" The president roared loudly, his voice even over the helicopter wing that had not completely stopped: "Now, tell me, this is an external incident, and the FBI can have a full vacation!?"

"I...of course I don't mean that!" The colonel shook his head quickly: "I'll contact you now and ask the director of the FBI to come to Wickenburg..."

"He doesn't need it!" The president's saliva splashed, and even several drops sprayed on the colonel's face: "Tell him that he was dismissed! The official documents will be delivered to his desk after the incident is processed - no, from now on, that is no longer his office! Do you understand!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" The Colonel immediately wiped his sweat.

It turns out that my own president is still as irritable and... stupid as he saw him last time.

I hope that under his so-called leadership, even if my country does not move towards greatness again, at least not fall.

"By the way--" The president was strode towards the building ahead, as if he had remembered something, suddenly turned around and looked at the colonel: "You stay here and wait, and the personnel of the White House Special Intelligence Force will arrive soon. The incident happened urgently, and they did not bring their documents. When they arrived, they would bring them to see me immediately."

"White House... Special Intelligence Force?" The Colonel looked at the president in confusion: "Mr. President, I have never heard of the name of this unit..."

"Does every department in the United States of America report to you? My Colonel?" The president strode back, stood in front of the colonel, stretched out his hand and pinched his epaulette: "Did I almost forget that the colonel is the supreme leader of this country, not the president?"

"No...no, I understand, Mr. President!" The colonel quickly lowered his head: "I will... wait here! Is it... the White House Special Intelligence Force right?"

"You are at least not so stupid that you even remember your name wrong." The president turned around expressionlessly and strode back to the building's door.

Watching him leave, the colonel carefully wiped the cold sweat from the forehead.

Just kidding! The director of the FBI was dismissed because of a president's words. He didn't want to end up with the same consequences.

After all, the military's pension is very generous.

Shortly after watching the president walk into the gate, the sound of a jet engine suddenly came from the sky, but no flying object appeared.

The colonel frowned and was surprised when he saw the light in the sky above his head suddenly twisting. A fighter plane that was almost the size of a medium-sized passenger plane and extremely sci-fi-shaped sci-fi took off its optical camouflage, appeared in front of him, and slowly landed down.

Optical camouflage?!

Jet vertical take-off and landing technology applied to large aircraft?!

And this look...

Neither the 51st District or the Air Force, the Colonel was completely untouched. But he had never heard of his country being equipped with such powerful aerial vehicles!

No, let alone equipment, even R&D... It should be just about the drawings!

The colonel, who was still shocked and did not come back to his senses, only saw the hatch of the fighter plane open, and a row of "soldiers" dressed in strange clothes and not wearing any military ranks jumped down.

But what surprised the colonel the most was that all the people from the special White House intelligence forces had black hair.

A...all of them are Asians, I haven't even heard of the name before, the country's top secret force?!

This is too ridiculous!

But - since it is this Mr. President... it may not be impossible.

The man who was leading the way, wearing sunglasses, strode to the colonel, with no expression on his face and a low and cold voice: "We are the special intelligence force of the White House, where is the President?"

"Please come with me now."

The colonel immediately woke up from the shock and saluted the other party.

Although you can't see any military rank, you'll be fine if you salute first.

The man in sunglasses gave a greeting and followed the colonel into the building.

After passing through three secure doors, what appeared in front of me was a huge lift that was enough to ride on two Abrams main battle tanks at the same time.

Everyone stood on the elevator and began to move towards the deep underground. After two minutes of low roar of the machine, a huge square finally lit up in front of them.

Even on the ground, such a large square is enough to be called magnificent. Underground, this is almost a miracle.

In the center of the square, there is a half-destroyed wreckage of a spacecraft, dragging dozens of wires on it, and at all directions, each wire is connected to an instrument of different sizes.

Around the square are rooms, and there are no marks on the rooms except for the number.

"Mr. President should be in... the central conference room, No. 101. Please here." As soon as the lift stopped, the colonel immediately took the group of people from the White House special intelligence forces to the left side of the square.

He knocked on the door twice at the door, and the colonel heard the president's voice coming from inside.
Chapter completed!