Gate of Apocalypse

"Report, radar has shown a flight formation 50 miles to the northeast approaching Wickenburg. Judging by the RCS area, it should be Marine One with four escort F22s. It's expected to arrive in another eight hours."

From the forward cockpit came the pilot's report.

In front of the Tidal Wave's radar, which far exceeded the current level of technology, even a stealth fighter like the F22 was just as invisible.

"Don't worry. With today's American technology, it won't be able to detect the tidal fighter." The stiff dragon nodded, "Confirm optical stealth, infrared stealth and radar stealth status again."

"Confirmed." The pilot immediately reported.

"Good, immediately steer your course toward Land Combat One, and then-" the stiff dragon nodded in satisfaction, "Stay close to Land Combat One, keeping it on its side at the same speed and direction, giving the Tundra five minutes to get there. "

"What?" Tongyu was shocked: "Deacon, you're not ...... joking! No matter how strong the stealth effect of a tidal fighter is, it's impossible to go undetected at such a short distance! And keep it up for five minutes!"

"Are you afraid?" The stiff dragon glanced at the Tong You.

"That's not how!" Tong You was busy shaking his head: "With the protective power of the tidal fighters, it is impossible for them to be shot down so easily by the U.S. Army, but I am just afraid that ...... will affect your plans, Deacon."

Tong You was likewise not an Awakened with a strong combat ability. Previously, when he was in the Thorn Flower Mission, he was just the most insignificant small role.

The reason why he was accepted by Chen into the Thorn Flower Troupe was the same as Nightmare - he was just an interesting mascot.

His skill, Soul Occupation, allows him to temporarily abandon his body, enter any copy of an NPC, and possess all of the other NPC's memories.

The flaw in this skill is just as obvious.

First of all, his ability requires a five-minute resting time, during which he cannot be disturbed in any way.

Secondly, to activate the ability, one must be within a straight line of 50 meters from the target.

Third, the skill cannot be used on any player or awakened person, and the target can only be a pure NPC.

Lastly, once occupied, no matter if the target is an ordinary person or a copy of a monster, no matter how strong they are, all their abilities will be nullified. Once you enter the state of occupation, your original body will enter the state of false death. Whether the new body is killed, or the original body is killed, it means the death of the Tondo.

In other words, there is not much difference between the skills of a Tomoyo and a loser.

If you encounter a powerful boss and you're alone, you won't even last ten seconds before you're killed, not to mention five minutes.

Even if there are a bunch of powerful teammates who can keep him under heavy guard and within 50 meters of the target BOSS for five minutes without receiving any attacks, the original power of the BOSS will be lost after he occupies the BOSS' body.

And if a teammate tries to kill the boss at this opportunity, it will mean the death of Tomoyo himself!

So like Nightmare, a skill like Tong You is interesting, but only as a vase-like decoration.

The only time he has used it so far was when he met Cao Cao, an NPC who is naturally on the same side as himself and who has a large number of powerful subordinates, in the replica of Chang Ban Po.

It wasn't until that time that Tongyou realized that there was a time when his scum-like skills could be put to good use. It was only after that time that Tomoyo was completely convinced of the leadership and strategy of the deacon, the stiff dragon.

This time, the situation was similar to the previous one. It is obvious that the purpose of the deacon is to use the military power of the United States.

But this must be done without letting anyone around the target discover the flaw.

Now that the copy is in such turmoil, it's clear that the entire United States has been on edge for a long time. If anything goes wrong in the process of occupying the target's body, it will definitely cause 100% vigilant caution.

"Don't worry, just do as I tell you." Seeing the worried face of the Tong You, the stiff dragon confidently waved his hand: "It will be fine."

After saying that, he stood up from his seat and stretched his hand forward vaguely.

A door appeared out of thin air in front of the Stiff Dragon.

The Stiff Dragon took hold of the door handle, pulled the door open, and entered the door.

When the door closed, the entire door disappeared into the air without leaving any trace.

The surrounding Starfall team members did not show the slightest sign of surprise, and seemed to have seen their deacon's actions for a long time.

After only a few seconds, the stiff dragon reopened the door and came out with a triumphant smile on his face: "Okay, let's begin."

......

"Mr. President, we are arriving at the Wickenburg military base."

A middle-aged officer with the rank of colonel put his head to the president's ear and yelled.

Not that he meant to be disrespectful to his president. Although this unruly, blond-haired, originally a vulgar businessman, fat old man with a mouth full of bullshit never got his respect - or his vote - at least as a soldier in the Marine Corps of the United States of America, he still had to treat his top boss with the respect his position deserved.

There was just too much propeller noise in the helicopter, and the president guy was dead set against putting on his headphones.

"Got it!" The president also yelled at the top of his lungs, the flesh across his face shaking with the jolt of the helicopter.

The helicopter landed slowly on a patch of tarmac.

Wickenburg, a small town northwest of the Arizona state capital of Phoenix.

The people around Fort Wicken know that a small road north of town, with no road signs, leads to a small military base that is guarded day and night by heavily armed soldiers.

This is not surprising. As the world's only remaining superpower, it is feared that such military bases would add up to thousands, both on one's own soil and overseas.

But what no one knows is that the underground space deep beneath this military base is a hundred times larger than the buildings above it.

Almost every American has heard another name for this place, though not everyone really believes it exists.

But it does exist.

--Area 51.

"Mr. President, here."

As soon as the helicopter came to a stop, the Marine colonel jumped down and went around to the opposite side of the helicopter and opened the hatch for the President, "The Secretary of Homeland Security and the Director of Central Intelligence are waiting here. And, uh, yes, Mr. Secretary of Defense."

In front of the tarmac stood four senior Army officers, surrounded by more soldiers on guard.

"Where's the FBI?" The president looked up at him, his eyebrows knitted together.

"Uh ...... In principle, the FBI doesn't work outside ......" the colonel was stunned, "This incident was an alien meteorite fall ......"

"It's fucking America! That damn meteorite hit the great American soil! Those civilians and soldiers who died, they were fucking American citizens!" The President growled loudly, his voice overpowering even the wing of the helicopter that hadn't come to a complete stop: "Now, you're telling me that this is an external incident and the FBI can all go on vacation!"?

"That's certainly not what I ...... meant!" The Colonel shook his head incessantly, "I'm going to make contact right now and have the Director of the FBI come to Wickenburg ......"

"He doesn't have to come!" The president sputtered, even spewing a few drops in the colonel's face: "Tell him he's relieved of duty! The official paperwork will be delivered to his desk after this incident is disposed of - and no, it's not his office from now on! Do you understand!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" The Colonel immediately wiped his sweat.

His own president was as irritable and ...... stupid as the last time I saw him, and I hope his country will not fall under his so-called leadership, if not back to greatness.

Let's hope his country, under his so-called leadership, if not back to greatness, at least will not fall.

"The President was striding toward the building in front of him, seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned back to the Colonel: "You stay here and wait, the White House Special Intelligence Unit will be arriving soon. It's an emergency, and they don't have their papers with them, so bring them to me as soon as they arrive."

"The White House ...... Special Intelligence Unit?" The Colonel looked at the President in confusion, "Mr. President, I've never heard of this unit before ......"

"Shouldn't every department of the United States of America report to you when it's established? Mr. My Colonel?" The President strode back, stood in front of the Colonel, reached out and squeezed his epaulet, "Did I almost forget that the Colonel is the supreme leader of this country, not the President?"

"No ...... No, I understand, Mr. President!" The Colonel even bowed his head: "I'll ...... be waiting here! It's ...... White House Special Intelligence Unit, right?"

"At least you haven't been stupid enough to remember the name wrong." The president turned with a grimace and strode back toward the door of the building.

As he watched him go, the Colonel carefully wiped the cold sweat seeping from the corner of his forehead.

Just kidding! The director of the FBI was fired just because the president said so. He didn't want to end up in the same situation.

After all, the military has a very generous pension.

Shortly after the President walked through the door, the sound of jet engines was suddenly heard in the sky, but there was no sign of a flying object.

The Colonel frowned and was surprised to see the light in the sky overhead suddenly distorted, a fighter plane almost the size of a medium-sized airliner, incomparably sci-fi in shape, stripped of its optical camouflage, appeared in front of it, and slowly descended.

Optical camouflage?

Jet vertical take-off and landing technology for large aircraft?

And this look ......

Whether it was Area 51 or the Air Force, the Colonel wasn't completely out of touch. But he had never heard of his own country being equipped with such a powerful airborne vehicle!

No, not to mention the equipment, even the research and development of ...... should by all rights have remained just on the drawing board!

The Colonel, who was still in shock, saw the hatch of the fighter plane open and a line of oddly dressed "soldiers" without any rank on their bodies jumped down.

But what was most strange to the Colonel was that all of these White House Special Intelligence Unit men had black hair.

A ...... all Asian, he had never even heard of the name before, the country's top secret unit?

This is ridiculous!

However - since it was this Mr. President ...... it might not be impossible.

The man in the lead, wearing sunglasses, strode up to the Colonel with no expression on his face and a deep, cold voice: "We are the White House Special Intelligence Unit, where is Mr. President?"

"Follow me at ...... please."

The Colonel immediately snapped out of his shock and saluted the other man.

Although no rank could be seen, it's always right to salute first at .......

The man in the sunglasses returned the salute and followed the Colonel into the building.

After passing through three heavily secured doors, an elevator large enough to carry two Abrams MBTs appeared in front of him.

Everyone got on the elevator and began to move deep underground, and after a full two minutes of low machine roar, a huge plaza finally lit up in front of them.

Even on the ground, a square of this size could be called magnificent. On the ground, it was almost a miracle.

In the center of the square was the wreckage of a half-destroyed spaceship, with dozens of wires trailing in all directions, and at the end of each wire was an apparatus of varying sizes.

Surrounding the square was a room with no visible markings on it except for a number.

"Mr. President should now be in the ...... hub conference room, number 101. This way, please." As soon as the elevator came to a stop, the colonel immediately led the group of White House Special Intelligence Unit men to the left side of the plaza.

Knocking twice at the door of the room, the Colonel heard the President's voice from inside.

"Come in! Damn, how can you be so slow!"