Hardcore crisis

The old TV set in the bar continued to play the latest international news. People did not pay too much attention to it. As they said, except for the drug lords who needed to travel to and from the US border, Except for bad luck, it makes no difference to most people who are struggling to survive.

The man sat quietly at the bar, drinking wine, and ignored Maxson's glances from time to time, as if he was just a normal passerby.

The drunken bearded man stumbled to the bar and stared at Maxson with blurred eyes: "Give me a few more whiskeys."

"No, you're already drunk."

Maxon shook his head and rejected the bearded request.

"Which of your eyes saw that I was drunk?"

The bearded man was furious when he heard this and slammed his hands on the bar, making a dull roar.

"..."

Maxon sneered a few times, and instead of trying to argue with the drunkard, he reached out and grabbed the shotgun in the cabinet under the bar.

The bearded man shook his head: "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, give me a few more drinks."

When he opened his mouth to speak, the smell of alcohol came out of his mouth. It was hard to believe that he was not drunk.

"Well, give me this glass of wine."

As if he noticed the beer in front of the man next to him, the bearded man reached out and grabbed the cup without saying hello, as if he wanted to snatch it away.

However, when his right hand reached less than ten centimeters away from the man, the direction of his right hand suddenly changed and he grabbed the man's shoulder. At the same moment, he stepped forward suddenly and came directly behind the man, his eyes bright. Flicker, how could you tell that you were drunk just now?

Fighting and grappling!

For ordinary people, it would be difficult to react to such a sudden attack. Even if their arms are captured, it would be difficult to make other resistive movements.

But this time the bearded man miscalculated.

He changed his hand and was about to grab the man's shoulder, but he only felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body felt as if he had been hit by a truck. The body he had just moved over immediately flew backwards.

"Wow..."

The tables and chairs were knocked into a ball by the bearded body, causing a burst of exclamations in the bar.

But the exclamation only sounded for a moment, and was covered up by the horrified eyes.

In the bar where there were originally more than ten people, five people suddenly stood up, took out their guns, pointed at the man's back and pulled the triggers one after another.

"Bang bang bang..."

The gunshots continued, and the five people emptied the magazines of the guns in their hands. However, they could only see that the man was not only unscathed, but all the bullets fired at his back were frozen in the air more than ten centimeters away from his back. The situation is extremely strange at every turn.

"Is that all you have?"

The man didn't even look back. The bullet stuck behind him immediately gained more powerful kinetic energy than before. In a sudden moment, it flew back along its original trajectory. The five gunmen were shot into pieces without saying a word. Hornet's nest.

When the gunmen stood up, Maxon immediately lay down under the bar. When he heard the gunfire outside stopped, he slowly poked his head out with the shotgun in hand, only to find that he was supposed to be dead. The man, fortunately, had enough time to sit at the bar and drink beer.

"Snapped."

After drinking the beer in the cup, the man stood up and walked to the door. Ignoring the people who were lying on the ground in fear, he opened the door and came outside the motel.

In the afternoon, the Mexican sun shone lazily on this Gobi-like land, and it was impossible to realize that six people had just died in the bar.

"Well?"

When the man raised his eyes under his hat, he saw a dark shadow flying quickly in the distant sky. The speed was lightning fast. As soon as he raised his head and noticed it, it immediately flew from the horizon to the sky above the motel.

Tomahawk cruise missile?

The fact that it arrived so quickly seems to have been launched by a fleet in the waters near Mexico.

Hey, it turns out it’s not one.

Just behind that black shadow, at least a dozen black shadows followed closely behind, all of which were US military Tomahawk cruise missiles.

Originally, the conventional charge of a Tomahawk cruise missile was enough to kill people on a standard football field, let alone more than a dozen cruise missiles. This attack alone would cost tens of millions of dollars.

But compared to the U.S. Navy’s Third Fleet, which is still floating in low-Earth orbit, this mere tens of millions of dollars is nothing.

It's too late, it's fast.

In an instant, a Tomahawk missile was approaching dozens of meters above the motel, immediately triggering an extremely powerful explosion.

"boom!"

The raging hot flames and shock waves erupted in less than a thousandth of a second. In just another thousandth of a second, this decades-old motel will turn into dust after the explosion, but... …

The rapidly expanding explosion flame only expanded into a sphere with a diameter of two meters, as if it was imprisoned by an invisible force. In an instant, the surging high temperature and energy were quickly compressed back, just like an image lens played backwards. It was compressed to a small point almost at a faster speed than when it came. It suddenly became dim and disappeared, and even a trace of it was hard to see.

With ordinary people's sense of time, one can only detect a black shadow suddenly coming, followed by a flash of hot light, and then disappear without any warning.

Not only the high temperature and flames, but also the shock wave were forcibly cut off before expanding, so that not even a breeze could be stirred up.

Scenes like this were played out one by one. The dozens of Tomahawk missiles that flew over were strangled to the cradle before they could exert their astonishing power of explosion.

For the man in front of him, thousands of so-called missiles would not change this outcome at all.

"American……"

After easily disposing of more than a dozen Tomahawk missiles, the man frowned slightly.

Are Americans really that courageous?

It's not surprising that his specific location was tracked. After all, he didn't deliberately hide his traces, but his behavior of launching missiles immediately was very reckless no matter how you look at it.

After all, he showed almost divine power, destroying Washington in one fell swoop, and at the same time sending the Americans' proud Third Fleet into space. With such an absolute power gap, he also tried to use cruise missiles to destroy the extraordinary The enemy's behavior can be described as extremely stupid.

Don't they think about the consequences of angering him?

Another black shadow flew from the distance.

Come again?

Only a minute passed. The Americans should have known that the cruise missile was ineffective. Why did they launch another missile?

Or a Tomahawk missile.

The man's expression changed, and he understood why the Americans would launch a missile after one attempt.

Americans are so arrogant and reckless.

Actually... dare to use nuclear warheads to attack other people's soil.

But think about it carefully, even their own capital and the Third Fleet were destroyed, which has completely driven the Americans into madness. In their eyes, his existence is simply more terrifying than the Soviet Union during the Cold War. times.

Recalling the irrational behaviors that almost led to a full-scale nuclear war several times in history, the man sighed slightly, feeling that he was completely wrong in assuming that everyone would think rationally.

It seems that deterrence is not enough. They will not give up until the Americans and the whole world know the gap between them.

Come on then.

The man calmly looked at the Tomahawk missiles flying past.

Faced with the possibility of carrying a nuclear warhead, he did not make any attempt to escape. Instead, he stood quietly, as if he was going to resist the nuclear bomb.

(~^~)