I have a space station

Tada Naoharu reported the specific details to Nakashige Hiroyuki.

Nakashige Hiroyuki didn't say much either.

After finishing preparations, the five patrol ships left Pearl Island and headed towards the United States of America.

"Warning! Warning! Unknown flying objects are approaching, number unknown."

"Warning! Warning! Unknown flying objects have entered the safety zone, energy shield activated!"

Three hours after leaving Pearl Island, the patrol ship's monitoring screen suddenly issued an alarm.

"What the hell are these things?" Nakashige Hiroyuki was very surprised when he saw the image displayed on the screen.

There were many fighter jets in the lens, but their shapes were very strange.

They were generally light yellow, and their fuselages were covered with irregular black stripes, somewhat similar to tiger skin patterns.

The shapes were also irregular, and it felt like each aircraft was generally similar, but they differed in size and details.

The overall feeling was like they were made by a group of primitive people.

But how was this possible?

"Chirp chirp chirp ~"

Those strange planes took the lead in firing.

"It's actually a laser weapon!"

Nakashige Hiroyuki was shocked.

"How is this possible?"

Was this still the world he knew?

The energy shield could withstand energy attacks.

So it didn't cause any damage to the patrol ship.

"Activate the laser cannons and shoot them all down!" Nakashige Hiroyuki ordered.

"Yes!"

The operator only needed to issue instructions on the screen.

Laser cannons didn't need to be manually aimed; they could lock onto targets and fire automatically.

"Chirp ~"

Multiple beams of light, much thicker than laser guns, shot out, and several enemy planes were instantly hit and plunged directly into the water.

"Release the mechanical shuttle to salvage one."

"Yes!"

Dongfang Chen had left backdoors in all the patrol ships, which could achieve silent monitoring.

When he received Xiaolin's alarm, Dongfang Chen turned on the screen.

The order to salvage the plane was issued by Dongfang Chen through Kamata Sayoko.

This strange thing must be analyzed.

In fact, the combat effectiveness, maneuverability, speed, and flexibility of these aircraft were all very good. If they were replaced by ordinary fighter jets, they would definitely be wiped out in minutes.

If it weren't for the energy shield, it would be very difficult for the patrol ship to win.

But now, after one round, all the planes were annihilated.

"Oh, my god! Your fleet is so powerful!" Weber couldn't help but exclaim after watching the battle.

He was also a navy man and knew very well that the United States of America's fleet couldn't do this.

"Colonel Weber, don't be surprised, these are all small scenes," Tada Naoharu boasted.

Weber gave a thumbs up and said nothing more.

Another three hours, and the fleet arrived at the second largest city in the United States of America: Los Angeles.

The fleet landed in Long Beach.

Because there were many buildings, the patrol ship raised to a certain height.

"Colonel Weber, my intuition tells me that the problem is very serious! Look, we haven't been intercepted at all," Tada Naoharu said.

"I think it must be caused by a communication breakdown," Weber said with a frown.

He couldn't possibly admit that his country was finished, right?

As a military general of the United States of America, he must maintain a sense of superiority at all times.

He was half right. The United States of America indeed did not have the ability to monitor the coastline now, but the military already knew of their arrival.

That was because there was an officially built survivor gathering place in the Sils Valley north of Los Angeles, designated: 19. So everyone also called it Area 19.

"Tada, what are your plans next?" Weber asked curiously as he walked in the park.

"I've already said that our plan is to collect crystal cores. This can only be done at night, so we use the daytime to rest," Tada said.

"Alright. But I think we should first try to contact the council," Weber said.

"Colonel Weber is right, but we don't need to do this," Tada Naoharu replied.

"I'm very curious, what will you do if the council disagrees?"

Weber's question was a bit sensitive.

"Colonel Weber, let me give you a piece of advice, curiosity... killed the cat!" Tada Naoharu stared at him very seriously and warned.

"Alright." Weber shrugged and said no more.

As soon as the sun went down, everyone was ready.

Opening the portable purifier, the Holy Envoy made some strange noises to attract the zombies out.

At the same time, many iron cages were lowered from the ship's hold.

Inside were Tier 3 zombies.

These zombies all obeyed the Holy Envoy's command.

"Roar ~"

With the zombie's roar, the zombies in the city, as if they had received some kind of call, came to gather.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle ~"

As long as they walked within 500 meters of the purifier, they would automatically fall to the ground and then decompose, eventually turning into crystal cores.

This scene directly refreshed Weber's understanding.

Were these still the zombies they feared?

"Why are they so fragile?"

"How did they do it?"

Weber's mind was full of questions.

But he didn't dare to ask now.