Extraterrestrial parasite

The Emerson fishing boat is an ocean-going fishing boat of several hundred tons. It has been seven years since it was built and launched into the sea.

In the past seven years, the Emerson fishing boat has been undertaking the task of serving seafood to high-end restaurants in Sydney and other places, catching precious fish in many places in the South Pacific for use in high-end restaurants.

However, with the large-scale fishing in recent years, many fish that were easy to catch in the past are now difficult to catch. Captain Vick had no choice but to sail the fishing boat to the depths of the South Pacific, hoping to catch fish from this remote place. The waters are catching more fish that fit the bill of those restaurants.

It had been three days since the voyage, but the result was not as optimistic as Vic had expected. It could be said that it was far from his intended goal and was simply unsatisfactory.

Could it be that this time we can only return without success?

Frowning deeply, Vic blew out a puff of smoke and sighed.

"Wait a minute, this island shouldn't be on our charts, right?"

The first mate stared at the image scanned by the sonar on the main screen, slightly surprised.

"island?"

Vic, who happened to walk into the room, asked aloud.

"Yes, there seems to be an island ahead..."

Starting from the previous thirty minutes, a heavy rain hit from the skyline, causing the entire sea surface to be almost shrouded in dark clouds. The darkness was accompanied by heavy rain and strong winds. This heavy rain outside the weather forecast was nothing special. It was such a pleasant thing that Vic immediately ordered to return.

But on the way back, there was no mention of an island here!

"Hey. Why is that island accelerating? No, Captain, it's only 5 miles away from us... 4 miles away... Oh my god, it's so fast!"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly had a bad feeling in their hearts. How could there be moving islands in this world? Is it not an island, but a large ship or warship?

Looking through the glass, the hazy sky turned an otherwise okay morning into a terrible one. Visibility is good if it reaches a hundred meters at most, but it is difficult to see clearly at any further distance.

"Quick, turn the rudder thirty degrees to the right immediately!"

No matter what was approaching quickly, Vic did not want to sit still and wait for the other party's arrival, but subconsciously prepared to avoid it.

This decision was absolutely correct, but before turning the rudder to right, the ship's hull suddenly shook. It tilted sharply to the left. The keel made a harsh and unpleasant crunching sound, which frightened the crew.

"Then, that's...what is that?"

The first mate swore that he had never seen such a similar creature. It was at the edge of the ship's side, a full fifty or sixty meters above the water, and he couldn't see the end of it even when he looked up. The limbs right in front of him seemed to be soft-bodied limbs, with pits and rough surfaces. And it is densely covered with patterns like ghost faces, which is extremely scary no matter how you look at it.

It seems that in the seawater under the hull, you can vaguely see the outline of a thicker body... This is not its entire body?

They were trembling with fear and fear, so much so that their bodies were shaking without even noticing. All the crew members were frightened to the point of collapse by the sudden appearance of the underwater monster.

"boom!"

How could there be an accident? A mere fishing boat, in front of a MUTO-A that was more than 150 meters tall, was like a children's toy. It couldn't even use its own special mass bomb attack. The body fell directly and the entire fishing boat was cut off. Debris and debris flew everywhere, and it was extremely tragic.

In such a crisis. Where ordinary people have no room to resist, several unfortunate crew members were involved in the debris of the ship's hull on the spot. The captain and first mate who were lucky enough to hold on for only ten seconds longer were also involved in the whirlpool formed by the sinking ship's hull. , turned into bait for fish.

If Captain Vic and the first mate could survive a little longer, they would be horrified to discover that this monster they had never seen before turned out not only to be the only one, but also that there was no end in sight behind this monster. An unimaginably huge team.

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Eighteen hours after leaving Sydney, Commander Floyd of the Third Fleet counted the time and realized that it was time to encounter the MUTO.

Sure enough, the intelligence transmitted by the early warning aircraft in the air showed that the frontline MUTO was only two and a half hours away from the fleet. When the time was up, they would meet directly face to face with the MUTO.

After seeing the terrifying attack capabilities of the MUTO-A, Floyd would naturally not be stupid enough to get into close contact with it. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Third Fleet is, it will not be able to exert its advantage and will definitely be drowned by the opponent's endless numbers. Down.

Don't underestimate those MUTOs. Even if it is an aircraft carrier with an astonishing size, just one MUTO-A climbing up is enough to scare people away. Besides, there are quite a few MUTO-A's. Just pick up a few and get them directly. Sinking the aircraft carrier is not a problem.

"Sir, all combat systems are normal and you can enter combat status at any time."

"Be alert and stop moving forward."

When the Third Fleet all reduced its speed until it came to a stop, Floyd did not continue to issue orders, but stood quietly in the bridge room, staring at the dim skyline.

"Beep beep beep..."

"Sir."

The ensign wearing headphones looked back at Floyd, "It's a code from the Pentagon."

“Check now!”

"yes."

"Sir, the password is correct!"

The three radio communication systems of high, medium and low received the same command, and the passwords were checked correctly. Floyd no longer hesitated and issued the final command: "Attack!"

After hearing the order, the two controllers standing behind opened the fingerprint and password verification box, took out the key, walked over and inserted it into the keyhole on the console, twisting it ninety degrees together.

"Wow!"

A Tomahawk (BGM-109A) broke out of the sea from the submarine's vertical launcher. After flying over a hundred meters, it turned into an arc and turned into a straight direction, then flew across the sea at a high speed.

The range is 1,609 kilometers and the speed is 885 kilometers per hour. It only takes about ten minutes to fly over the 150 kilometers.

Looking at the missile rising into the dim sky like a flying dragon, Floyd's hands on his back were clasped together tightly.

According to more intelligence obtained by the drone, the top US military officials are divided into two factions. One advocates continuing to implement the original combat plan, while the other opposes operating according to the original plan and advocates launching nuclear bombs immediately to nip the crisis in the bud. stage.

The two factions argued for more than ten hours. After seeing more and more endless MUTOs, everyone felt that they were idiots. Without the use of nuclear weapons at this time, they could no longer threaten the terrifying number of MUTOs.

No matter how many conventional weapons there are, how many MUTOs can be eliminated?

Not to mention whether the Third Fleet has so many missiles, even if it can carry unlimited ammunition and all military factories across the country are activated, there is no way it can keep up with the rising number of MUTOs.

In view of this, President Barack made a prompt decision and immediately notified China and Russia, held a short high-level meeting, and decided to use nuclear weapons to eliminate the "vanguard force" of the MUTO.

Of course, after some preliminary testing, the yield of this nuclear warhead is only 100,000 tons, and it is only used as a tactical nuclear weapon to see how lethal it is to MUTO.

At this time, we no longer care about whether it will pollute the sea. If we wait until MUTO lands on a large area and then think of using nuclear weapons, we will have to face too many problems.

For example, if MUTO lands in New Zealand, it goes without saying that the New Zealand government will definitely not be able to resist the terrifying number of MUTOs. If the US military wants to use nuclear weapons at this time, will the New Zealand government be willing?

Hesitation, consideration, hesitation, even after the New Zealand government has carefully considered and agreed, MUTO may have swept the entire country.

Therefore, the most important method is to do our best to block MUTO in the South Pacific and prevent them from approaching the mainland.

MUTO's terrifying reconnaissance and strike capabilities force strategic bombers to be unable to approach, and ordinary fighters also dare not approach. At this moment, the only way to effectively and comprehensively kill them is with powerful nuclear weapons.

"blow!"

The extremely fast Tomahawk missile pierced the air. Under the guidance of the GPS global positioning system, it flew along the predetermined air trajectory for nearly ten minutes. A dozen MUTOs were exposed for dozens of meters above the sea, "cracking la la la" and wandering around. -Type A appeared first in front of the missile. (To be continued ~^~)