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Yokosuka Naval Port.

Monitoring the base station, John frowned tightly as he looked at the target area on the radar screen.

Since those "Tomahawk" missiles fell near the "Lambry", due to the intense nuclear radiation and the influence of the electromagnetic pulse, the area around the "Lambry" displayed has been in absolute chaos. It is impossible to know whether the target has been destroyed, and whether the newly born transcendent has been solved.

——High probability... There may be an accident.

Because the four missiles that were launched all had different degrees of direction deviation, and one of them was detonated in mid-air—that is one of the reasons why the information returned by radar and other remote monitoring methods is so chaotic and weak. Since the nuclear warhead is detonated in mid-air, the excited nuclear radiation, electromagnetic pulse, and other rays are diffused more widely, and the electromagnetic waves for remote monitoring are more difficult to feed back stable information.

All four missiles had accidents, so it couldn't have been a simple accident.

However, those four nuclear warheads are already all the existing nuclear conventional forces in the military port base. Most of the other tactical nuclear warheads are cruising along with the Seventh Fleet and are located thousands of nautical miles away. The strategic nuclear warheads are military weapons. Although there are several nuclear warheads in the military port, the equivalent of each nuclear warhead exceeds several million tons. If it is projected, even the Yokosuka military port itself, which is tens of nautical miles away from the "Lambry", will be affected. arrive.

Difficult to get off a tiger, wounded by a snake, this is John's mood at this time.

But while he was hesitating, the monitor beside him suddenly shouted:

"Sinked...the 'Lambry' is sunk!"

"What?!"

John's eyes lit up, and he asked the monitor eagerly:

"What's the specific situation?"

"The specific situation is not very clear, because there is a large amount of nuclear radiation in the target area, and it is difficult for drones or satellites to deliver accurate pictures... But through the pressure analysis in the sea area near the target and the calculation of the calorific value spectrum, it can be determined 'Lambry' has sunk to the bottom of the sea, and if the target is on board, then she must be..."

The monitor's words were extremely cautious, but John fully understood the meaning behind it.

The moment he realized that the "Lambry" had indeed sunk, a flash of ecstasy flashed in his heart. But the next moment, John, who reacted, felt more anger in his heart.

——Since when, as a member of the United States of America, will you be happy that you have successfully sunk your own country's warship? !

And even if he killed the newly born transcendent, there was nothing to be happy about.

...After all, she is just a precious experimental product that is destined to be sent to Nevada to contribute to the scientific research in the United States.

The joyful mood faded immediately. John turned around, patted the monitor on the shoulder, and turned his head, only to find that his secretary was standing behind him anxiously, his face covered with sweat.

"Stuy, what's wrong with you?"

John, who was relieved, faced his secretary and made a joke:

"Did you have an improper relationship with an underage girl in Yokosuka? Relax, this is Japan, and you don't have to worry about becoming Epstein."

Stuy laughed a few times, and quickly dragged John to a corner inside the monitoring station, quietly took out his mobile phone to him, pointed to the video on it, and said to John:

"I think you need to see this."

John's expression suddenly became serious. He picked up his mobile phone and watched the video on it—it was the picture of the Prime Minister's national declaration.

"Because I just got a piece of news... Several Tomahawk cruise missiles from the United States have landed in the waters near Tokyo. It is not ruled out that the United States will launch a nuclear bomb attack on the Tokyo area-note, this is not a warning! All Japanese citizens, enter the underground bunker immediately! "

John immediately narrowed his eyes.

The Prime Minister's resolute declaration made his already bad mood drop a few more gradients. It stands to reason that he only released a few tactical nuclear warheads towards the sea, which is far from enough to be an excuse for the so-called "threat to national security", but now that man has almost publicly announced in the Congress Hall that he will break away from the control of the United States. So it is also conceivable that he will use this incident as an excuse to attack the United States.

"...This country bumpkin from the Japanese village - don't worry, the United States will press back soon. We will not allow this country to break away from the control of the United States. His seat will not sit for a few days."

With a smirk on his face, John was about to return the phone to the secretary, but Stuy didn't take it, but switched to the next video with a wry smile.

Seeing the picture in the video, John's pupils dilated instantly.

——It was a video taken by a surveillance satellite, looking down from a high altitude.

Only in the screen.

Red, an extremely strong red, as if the fishy red smell could be smelled from the Congress Hall, and soon spread in all directions.

That touch of red didn't try to hide itself, it was so conspicuous, so upright, it just spread like that, mercilessly integrating all life into one.

"Fuck! This is 'Blood Angel'..."

John looked at Stuy with bloodshot eyes, and the secretary nodded bitterly:

"According to predictions, at least tens of millions of people in Tokyo have become part of the 'Blood Angel'. Although the expansion of this sea of ​​blood has temporarily stopped, it has already covered thousands of square kilometers of land. So the president's first The secretary just asked when we can evacuate from the Japanese mainland at the earliest, and the Yokota Air Force Base is also preparing to leave and return to the United States..."

John stretched out his hand and stopped Stuy from what he was going to say next. The situation was urgent, but his mind became calmer.

"This matter still needs to be carefully planned. Immediately call all the officers in the Yokosuka Naval Port, and we will discuss the evacuation in several batches—"

His words were not yet finished.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

A voice resounded throughout the entire Yokosuka Naval Port through a loudspeaker.

Every building, every room, and even this monitoring station, are filled with voices.

——This is something that only the main control room can do.

However, there are no more than three people in the entire Yokosuka Naval Port who have that authority and can enter the main control room of the base.

But that is no longer an important matter.

In comparison, the voice itself is more important.

It was an ethereal and quiet girlish voice, as if with some curiosity, she seemed to be looking at everything in the military port base with great interest:

"...Mr. John, hello."