I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

Two forty in the morning.

The Capital Territory is still quiet.

Cabinet members, as well as a number of staff members, have gathered in the White House conference room, with the blond President Colin MacDonald sitting in the center.

The fierce quarrel had been going on for twenty minutes.

Opinions are divided and widely divided about what to do with that body in space.

"Gentlemen, I called you here because I hope you can come up with a feasible plan, instead of making a special trip to listen to your quarrel!"

President Colin looked low, waved his hand, and said.

An old man who was clearly a technical staff member said:

"Mr. President, it is absolutely unrealistic to intercept in a short time. That thing is too big and too heavy."

"We need to mobilize manpower, adapt existing spacecraft, and make appropriate plans, all of which require..."

Defense Secretary Leonard Toynbee interrupted him:

"Sorry, can't we do it quickly anyway? What about the brilliant aerospace technology that we have in the United States?"

"You have to understand that the key now is that we have to capture that body before other countries, otherwise the situation will be very bad for us."

The technical staff shook his head:

"With all due respect, sir, I understand your consideration, but please believe in my professionalism. What should be most worried about now is actually a lot of space junk."

"Once the corpse and the garbage collide and lose kinetic energy and fall into the blue star, I suspect that it will be burned to ashes in the friction with the atmosphere, and nothing will be obtained by then."

Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Everyone frowned and looked over.

A man rushed in: "The latest news from NASA, the body collided with space junk, lost its speed, and has now been captured by gravity and fell to the blue star."

"..."

The technical staff spread their hands.

It means: Look, I'll say it.

President Colin said: "Let NASA predict the location."

Then he looked at Defense Minister Mi and said solemnly: "Let the elite troops be ready, even if there is only a small piece of coke left in the end, bring it back."

...

Middle East, Assyria, Lula Town.

9:40 a.m. local time.

Bright meteors streak across the sky.

In the ruins that are being rebuilt, the humble machines are already busy, and children in ill-fitting short-sleeves are playing.

They were barefoot and playing peeling footballs.

Pickups of soldiers laden with live ammunition drove past them, stirring up a puff of dust.

A child inadvertently looked up at the sky, and suddenly opened his mouth: "Look at the sky."

The rest of the children also looked up and saw a white line across the sky, and the things hidden in the memory gushed out in an instant.

They hugged their heads and ran away in horror, shouting, "Missile, missile!"

The children ran away, leaving only a single, worn-out soccer ball in place.

...

in the atmosphere.

The shadow fell rapidly.

The terrifying speed caused it to explode with terrifying heat in the friction with the atmosphere, and the white light pierced the air.

The outer layer of the corpse was incinerated and gasified, and the material was dispersed in the atmosphere.

The closer you get to the ground, the less corpses are left.

finally--

"boom!"

The remainder hit the gray-yellow wasteland, the smoke rose and the corpses splashed.

When everything was calm, there was only a semicircular pit with a diameter of two meters left, and the dark black liquid splashed all around.

Lying at the bottom of the pit was a mass of charred flesh-like tissue.

Ten minutes later, the rumbling sound came from far to near.

Four Black Hawk gunships loaded with ammunition rose from the horizon, two of them landed near the impact crater, and the other two circled.

A group of U.S. soldiers in biochemical suits jumped down.

"Set up defense lines and quickly collect target items."

The gang was well-trained and quickly performed their duties. Pieces of corpse tissue were collected and placed in sealed boxes.

The commander glanced at the quiet village not far away, and instructed his subordinate: "Go over a few and see if the people in the village have secretly picked up some of them."

"receive."

The snipers and observers were in place, watching the village, while the other soldiers rushed towards the village with rifles.

Along the way, the soldiers who rushed over did not hear any noise in the village, only some kind of depression.

They didn't notice anything unusual, after all, they were used to it.

They have been stationed in Assyria for the past few years, and they are very clear about what they have done and what the local people's attitude towards them is.

Entering the village, several soldiers skillfully went from house to house to check on the door.

Seeing that there has been no response, several people looked at each other and broke the door with a "bang".

There was still food on the table, and it was still warm when touched, but there was no one person in the whole house, but in the dilapidated wardrobe, there was a very suppressed breathing sound.

Roughly tore open the wardrobe, and a burst of panic screams suddenly came out.

"Please! Please! I don't have a gun, I have no connection with Xiong Guo, I support the United States! I beg you not to take me away, my wife and children need me to work and support!"

The hostess immediately knelt on the ground and cried.

The hostess hugged the children in a hug.

Several soldiers looked at each other and pointed their guns at each other: "Did you secretly pick up the meteorite that fell over there?"

"No, we really don't!"

Twenty minutes later, the U.S. soldiers who had thoroughly screened the village left, and soon after, several gunships flew away.

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