global cataclysm doomsday game

North American Theater, Atlantic Rim Sixth Fleet.

Hundred meters underground branch of Honeycomb, circular conference room.

Seventeen senior officials wearing uniforms at all levels silently looked at the detailed reports in their hands.

The AR curtain wall projects natural light, dispelling the depressing feeling of being underground.

"Sir Ender."

"You mean to cancel the investment in technological transformation?"

"Efforts to cultivate awakened ones?"

Directly opposite Ander, a balding middle-aged man tugged on the tie around his neck and felt that the air was a little stuffy.

Big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

The information in the report is too shocking.

During the trial, the awakened person named Lin An's fighting power in the final battle was simply unbelievable.

"That's right."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Ander nodded slightly with a pale face, his eyes full of indifference:

"There is no need to waste resources restoring technology."

"As the apocalypse progresses, only strong individuals can fight against this apocalypse."

"Resources are fully invested in the awakened ones and a new round of aberration projects are launched."

The words are simple, but the meaning is unquestionable.

"But"

Wearing a dark blue military uniform, he was the former commander-in-chief of the Atlantic Seventh Fleet and a four-star admiral opened his mouth.

His expression was full of unwillingness and stubbornness towards past glory.

"We still have 6 major aircraft carrier fleets that are still operating normally! Nuclear submarines at the bottom of the ocean, overseas military bases in various theaters, and strategic launch silos."

"Are we going to have to give up all of this!?"

“Once we stop reviving industrial projects, we will soon lose”

"Idiot, are you questioning me?"

Ask softly.

Ender did not give this former military leader any respect and interrupted him unceremoniously.

Staring with angry eyes, the interrupted admiral clenched his fists tightly and breathed heavily through his nose.

No wonder he was so excited.

In many military judgments, restoring industrial capabilities and the military industry is the best solution to fighting the end of the world.

As long as we use firepower to rebuild a large-scale navy, land and air force, we may not be able to eliminate zombies and mutants.

Under fire cover, zombies are just flesh that can move.

It's amazing, but special events are more difficult.

Looking around, Ander looked at everyone with eyes full of mockery and pity.

"I know what you are thinking, and I can even guess that you probably think that the ultimate limit of level three capabilities is self-propelled nuclear weapons."

"Use your brain."

"Just take Lin An as an example. He launches several supersonic impacts at will and releases group skills. Any conventional troops will suffer a devastating blow."

"Unless we grasp his coordinates in advance and launch a large number of nuclear bombs above Mach 7 in a very short time, it is possible to kill him!"

"But, don't forget. His strength in a death duel is only level two."

The mirror appeared, and after a crisp vibration, the entire scene of Lin An's attack suddenly appeared in the cracked diamond-shaped mirror.

That was the sword storm summoned by Lin An during the final battle.

After just ten seconds, the picture finished playing.

What followed was Ander's cold voice:

"tell me."

"A human being, an awakened person, can cause an attack of this level."

"Where are the third-order mutants? What about the fourth-order mutants?"

"Do you still think this is the world before the end?"

“It’s so ridiculous”

Listening to Ender's unabashed sarcasm, the faces of many senior executives turned pale.

It's just that the picture just played is far more impactful than the words in the report.

How can humans be so strong?

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to everyone.

In the wheelchair, Ender silently used his mental power to control the wheelchair outward, preparing to end the meeting.

Before leaving, he casually threw out a prop like a video stone and dropped it on the conference table:

"Our catastrophe progress is as high as 3%."

"Look, look what you idiots are going to face."

The cold sound echoed in Nuoda's conference room as the alloy door closed.

A few seconds later, there was a roar and roar.

"Damn it! Who does he think he is!? Half a year ago, he was just a piece of rotten flesh like a son of a bitch!"

"That kid is laughing at us!"

Half a minute later.

After venting their anger, everyone took a deep breath and then looked at the audio and video props thrown out by Ender with some doubts.

With a blushing face, the nearest admiral took the stone and was surprised to find an inconspicuous label attached to it.

[USS Chloe strategic-class nuclear submarine: garrison coordinates: 99-81-57]

On the label, the time in the lower right corner was surprisingly just two hours ago.

With a shock in their hearts, several people suddenly felt uneasy and turned to use props to play out the scene.

A few seconds later, a blurry light screen and what looked like a video appeared in the conference room.

"The Di-Chloe is diving, the current depth is 377, the air pressure is normal, and the equipment is operating normally."

In the picture, there is a dark blue seabed, and the position of the camera is approximately on the side of the nuclear submarine.

"Drip - Dive Deeply"

A log-like recording sounded. It was obviously the staff on the nuclear submarine recording the content.

"Hiss-"

"Oh my God. There are actually soaked zombies here? I saw it was entangled in seaweed?"

The voice was muffled, and the staff using the handheld device was observing the surroundings through the camera outside the submarine.

A complaint sounded:

"Damn it, I really don't know how these monsters ended up in a city under the sea and are everywhere. Could it be that these guys can swim!?"

"Drip - dive depth 454"

"It's so disgusting, Mark."

"Did you see that shark? Its head was bitten off, but it can still swim."

"I saw the stealth mode. Those infected creatures are so powerful that our propeller was almost damaged last time."

"Dip-Dive depth 499"

"Dip - dive depth 613"

In the conference room, everyone's faces gradually became serious. With their hands on the table, an awakened man who looked like an officer asked hesitantly:

"What is this submarine doing? What does this video mean?"

Without looking back, a senior executive who knew part of the information slowly replied:

"Maybe you're looking for a piece of equipment? I remember that the nearby Chloe Safe Zone reported that there was a mission released in the nearby sea area."

"Maybe they want to check it out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the depth of the dive in the video had reached

In an instant, a strong buzzer and panicked roar sounded:

"Dip-Dive depth 771"

"Oh my God! What is that!!? Something is approaching us at high speed!!"

"Alert! Alert! Unknown strike detected! Alert!"

"Damn it! That thing is crashing into us!!"

"Bang!!!"

The screen shook violently.

There was a terrifying sound, and the sound of violent metal deformation came from the video.

In the last scene, a black shadow that covered the sky and blocked the sun swept away the 100-meter-class strategic nuclear submarine.

"Zi-Zi"

The picture stopped and turned into endless darkness.

For a moment, the conference room was quiet.

Everyone was obviously shocked by the sudden turn of events.

"What was that thing that attacked them just now!?"

"Is it a mutated whale, or something!?"

They looked at each other with panic in their eyes. The black shadow that suddenly appeared from the deep sea destroyed everything almost instantly.

Two seconds later, a line of report flashed across the video that was about to end.

"According to the final returned picture."

"The USS Chloe strategic-class nuclear submarine was hit by an unknown shadow with a total length of approximately 1,175 meters within 2 seconds. The speed of the strike was Mach 3."

"Zi-Zi"

The screen jumped, and the perspective suddenly switched to a high-altitude reconnaissance drone.

All I saw was a calm and claustrophobic sea, with a black shadow occupying the entire field of vision, silently hiding under the water.

"boom!!!"

Thousands of meters of water spouted out.

In an instant, a huge tentacle popped up from the bottom of the sea and exploded the suspended drone.

A few seconds later, the wreckage of the drone that crashed on the sea rippled with the waves, as if nothing had happened.

"Zi-Zi"

The description jumps and updates again.

White text on black background:

"Based on intelligence analysis and maritime reconnaissance."

"Is this black shadow a third-level mutant creature? One of the tentacles of [Siren Xion], the total length of this mutant"

"4717 meters!!"