Vol 2 Chapter 1495: select

New China People are crazy! "In the U.S. Teijin base, the top leader of the defense army was dumbfounded by the report. This was definitely the first nuclear explosion on the moon. In a colonial city, more than 20,000 people were wiped out.
"No, they are not crazy." The liaison officer deployed by the U.S. Anti-Chaos Organization on the Moon smiled bitterly: "They have authorization procedures, but the specific reason is that your confidentiality level is not enough. I can't tell you."
"Damn it, when is this? My level of confidentiality is not enough? What kind of nonsense is this?" The defense chief looked at his mysterious colleague, his eyes widened: "New Huaxia people have begun to grow mushrooms on the moon. Are we the next target? At this time, you tell me that this behavior is legal and compliant?"
The liaison officer nodded, refusing to say another word.
"Or I'm crazy, or the world is crazy." The commander of the US Imperial Defense Force shook his head, put on his hat, turned and left the office. He received a notice this morning, an urgent request from the earth. The mail needs to be signed by him.
He still doesn’t know how to write a report, to report this
unexpected incident
. There are more than 20 Americans in that African city. Some of them are businessmen and some are governors. Everyone who comes smugglers has a background that he cannot afford to offend.
But fortunately, this time it was the hands of the New Huaxia people. How dissatisfied the Governor and the people from the consortium can only accept this result.
The commander of the defense army reached the top of the base through his own special elevator, which is generally used to park various small aircraft. He intends to have his own small spacecraft that has not been driven for a long time to be taken out for maintenance to prevent the new Chinese people. Suddenly go crazy one day.
"Hello, sir!" Several clone soldiers saluted him at the elevator entrance, but the expressions on their faces looked a little afraid.
These cloned soldiers have made significant adjustments to adapt to the space environment. The bones are more slender than natural humans, and the hollow structure of birds is adopted, so they can move more freely in low gravity environments.
However, in this base, the gravitational environment is still the environment of the earth, so these soldiers seem to be struggling when wearing combat uniforms and carrying rifles. They are more than two meters tall and a little hunched.
The commander of the defense army saw this group of wretched clones and pushed the leader uncomfortably. He saw the other party lying on the ground in a hurry and left with satisfaction. In the past, he would have to kick a few feet until he heard the deterioration. The crisp sound of a broken bone will stop.
But today, today's situation is special, and he still has a lot to do.
The face of the clone soldier who fell to the ground showed an expression of pain and hatred, and his companion moved his steps to block between the two without disturbing the defense chief.
"Hello, sir!" The person in charge of the top apron saluted him: "Sir, there are two express mails that you need to sign for in person today, all of which are in Area C."
"Two?" The defense officer confirmed the logistics information on his personal terminal with some confusion: "I only received one logistics message from the federal government, where did the other send it?"
"Military Committee." The person in charge of the apron looked down at the message: "It's a sealed box that is not small in size. It needs your own DNA information to open it."
"It's weird, the military committee is fine to send me any courier." The defense officer mumbled dissatisfiedly: "Forget it, I'll go in and see first."
The person in charge of the apron opened the airtight door of the warehouse: "Do you need to call some clones to help you carry it back?"
"I will say it later, I don't want them to touch my things." The defense officer waved his hand and walked into the warehouse.
Soon he found two of his own packages in Area C, a smaller one, which was kept in an exquisite metal box, and the federal government's mail did not include what was inside.
As for the other package, it was placed on the opposite side. A metal box the size of a washing machine was printed with the military committee's logo on all sides, and no one else was allowed to open it.
Which one should I open first? The defense officer compared the two packages, hesitated, and finally turned around and walked to the package sent by the military committee. He was a little curious why an organization unrelated to him would send him such high-level logistics items, and that The box looks relatively large.
The chief of the defense army stretched out his palm and pressed it on the biodetector on the outside of the box. After multiple checks for fingerprints and blood, the metal box slowly opened, and a cool white gas spread.
In a place that he couldn't see behind the defense chief, the metal box from the federal government seemed to sense something, and it flickered and started to open slowly.
"What is this?" The defense officer looked at a transparent glass container in the metal box, filled with dark green liquid, emitting an unpleasant luster under the light, and frowned, "This is What is an April Fool's Day joke?"
However, in the next second, the liquid inside the container suddenly jumped out of the container as if there was life, most of it stuck on the face of the defense officer, and the rest fell on the floor like raindrops, turning into green spiders. Away.
Behind the defense chief, the metal box from the federal government contained a metallic gray ball-shaped object, which also turned into a puddle of liquid at this time, and ejected itself onto the defense chief, then corroded his bare skin into It is black, and it corrodes further into the interior.
The defense officer's face was tightly sealed by the dark green liquid, and he couldn't even scream. The dark green liquid penetrated into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, in these short few seconds, the hapless defense officer's chest was swallowed by the metallic gray liquid substance, turning into a mass of black toner.
On the earth, big end-timers borrowed the name of the federal government to send out countless special packages to various departments of the U.S. Empire, and the courier with the military committee brand followed closely behind, trying to take the gift from the beloved father. Dispatched to various U.S. officials and elites in high positions.
In coastal areas, the phage algae produced by the big end producers began to clean up any nearby organisms in hundreds of millions.
The war has begun.
This is a war between the great mortals and the Nurgle Plague. The life forms in the U.S. Empire and the total amount of protein they represent are the only factors that determine the outcome of the two sides. This will be the history of mankind The cruelest war.
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