The Dimensional Pursuit

"Attack! Attack! Where's the guard? Why haven't they arrived yet?!" Lao Mi's general roared at the surrounding subordinates in the command room.

But he can't be blamed for this. After all, the location of the BETA landing is too inch-New York, only one state away from the US capital where they are now-Washington! If you go by sea, you can't even use half a state, and you can basically arrive on the same day!

In other words, the existence of BETA has actually threatened their safety, and it is no longer possible to watch other countries linger under the attack of BETA as if watching the bustle as before.

Especially, when the BETA landing this time is still very difficult, the general in charge can be described as utterly exhausted. He can't wait to pull off his hair, and he didn't think of many good ways.

"Or use G bullets?" Next to him, a low-ranking officer hesitated and said.

"What are you talking about?!" The chief veteran turned his gaze, staring at the speaker like a falcon, and said sharply.

"I mean, otherwise we use G bombs? After all, this is already the case. If it delays so that BETA will continue to expand its results, and even establish HIVE, it may be a good choice to use G bombs to completely erase their landing channels. "The officer was startled by the veteran's eyes, swallowed, and his face was a little cautious.

I have to say that this is a reasonable suggestion, but it is too sensible and does not conform to contemporary mainstream social values.

So the result in exchange is -

"What you said is easy. Then tell me, what about the group of people who are still in downtown New York? Do you just give up like this?!" The veteran sneered and retorted sarcastically.

The young officer's speech was stagnant, and he shook his head. After all, he didn't say what the turtle was in his heart.

"Compared with losing the entire country of the United States, the sacrifice of some people is worth it!"

After that, there was a moment of silence, and another staff member said, "Or, shall we contact the Atlanteans?"

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads to look at the speaker, scaring the latter into speechlessness.

"You shamelessly, I want to face my Markent! I don't believe it. I don't put G bullets or ask Atlantis people. We can't get a mere landing channel in the United States!" After a pause, he said sonorously. The veteran of the veteran said with a solemn face, "Fetch me the Reggae Squadron."

"Yes!"

Soon, a communication with a little battlefield smoke entered the ears of Old Markent.

"General, any instructions."

"Lieutenant Colonel Jack, I have an arduous task to give you." Markente said with a straight figure and a solemn face, unable to see the image.

"Please explain."

"Later, I will ask the military department to airdrop the newly developed S-11 equipment into the New York City area by airlift. Your task is to take the S-11 equipment as soon as the airdrop ends, and then Transport it to the cave where BETA haunts, and send it to me!" Markent said viciously.

"Excuse me, are we the only team performing this task?" After a few seconds, the lieutenant colonel named Jack asked in a heavy tone.

Obviously, he has understood the danger of this mission from the nature of the mission. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a life of nine deaths, or even ten deaths without life. So he couldn't help but not think a little bit more.

"The Delta State Troops, the Golden Eagles, and the SEALs will cooperate with you." Markent said.

These are all well-known elite troops in the United States. They belonged to the teams that only heard the numbers but did not see their members. I didn't expect that they were sent all at once this time, which shows that Markente is sure to get this task.

"I see. I promise to complete the task!" Lieutenant Colonel Jack replied.

"May God be with you! In addition, I can promise you here, as long as you return smoothly, I invite you to drink with all of your Reggae Squadron." Markent's eyes moved, with a hearty smile. He seemed to speak boldly.

"Then General, you just wait for the expense."

Subsequently, Lieutenant Colonel Jack cut off contact and announced his mission to his companions.

"Notify the Air Force to immediately prepare for supplies and bombing preparations. In this operation, I will completely destroy the nasty passage that allows BETA to enter and exit!" Markente said viciously at the people around him after he hammered the tactical table.

"Yes!"

Then various orders were sent out in an orderly manner and communicated to the corresponding combat departments to form instructions and actual combat power. Under an order, they launched an attack on New York and the mothership-class BETA that had not been withdrawn from the coast of New York.

Take missiles, for example. At this moment, dozens of hundreds of tactical missiles were launched from the U.S. mainland and surrounding bases, dragging a long tail flame and flying towards the mothership-class BETA that was raging on the New York coast. Away.

Then it exploded, forming a fiery fireball, enveloping the mothership-class BETA.

The intense heat and explosive impact dissipated, tearing the outer armor of the mothership-class BETA.

And the result... not bad. A large number of outer shells were damaged, cracked or even burst in the explosion, exposing the tissue liquid inside, trickling down, and adding some disgusting to the ugly Mothership-class BETA. The temperament makes people unbearable to see.

Then came the Air Force. After several minutes of waiting, wave after wave of fighter planes pierced the sky and flew over New York City. They slammed down and shot missiles at the BETA raging on the streets.

The guards who arrived later fought bravely to stop BETA from chasing and biting ordinary people who had not completely escaped from New York City.

Gun smoke, artillery fire, explosions, and howls became the main theme in the original prosperous city.

The luxurious and tall buildings were destroyed, leaving only one place unbearable.

Then a stronger air force arrived, further destroying the appearance of the city by bombing, as well as various BETA existing in the city, opening the way for the next battle plan.

...

"Lieutenant Colonel Jack, Lieutenant Colonel Jack, this is the Eagle, please answer when you hear it."

"I'm Lieutenant Colonel Jack, the message was received, it's very clear, you can communicate!" Jack shot and killed a BETA beast that was about to get together, and replied to the communication channel.

"Lieutenant Colonel Jack, I am the driver of the transport plane who was ordered to transport the S-11 equipment. We have entered the sky over the New York City area. Please immediately specify the location of the material. Repeat, please specify the location of the material immediately."

"Have you come? Wait a minute, I will confirm the location." Then, after a pause, the other person in the team shouted, "Marbury, confirm our location, the'backpack' is coming, I need coordinates! "

"To understanding!"

After that, a coordinate was transmitted to the screen of Lieutenant Colonel Jack's tactical plane, and then under the operation of Lieutenant Colonel Jack, it was sent to the Eagle flying in the sky.

"Received." The Eagle pilot replied.