12dz Chapter 505: Heavenly Fire!
Chapter 505: Heavenly Fire!
at the same time.
The Los Angeles coastline.
The radar screen at the observation station flashed wildly.
The light spot representing the missile was diving down at a terrifying speed of seven kilometers per second, leaving a dazzling trail on the screen.
“Here it comes!”
The observer's voice was trembling.
Everyone looked up at the sky.
A black dot suddenly appeared in the clouds, dragging a long trail of fire, and rushed straight to the sea with the force of thunder.
The terrifying speed of descent left people no chance to even blink.
"boom!"
The huge explosion shook the entire sea area.
A shock wave spread across the sea at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Immediately afterwards, a huge column of water shot up into the sky, hundreds of meters high.
The instruments on the observation ship were shaking wildly and the ship was almost overturned.
The scientists on the ship held on to the railings tightly, staring at the scene in amazement.
Those sophisticated observation equipment were shaken to pieces, but no one had time to help them up.
On the coastline, countless citizens flocked to the streets to witness this thrilling scene.
A huge mushroom cloud was still rolling over the sea, and thick smoke was rising into the sky.
Those who witnessed the missile falling all turned pale.
"Oh my god..." an old policeman muttered to himself, "Could this be the legendary sky fire that destroyed Somado?"
"God, have you abandoned your city on the hill...?"
Scientists on the observation ship were busy recording data.
They were shocked by the accuracy of the missile - at a range of 12,000 kilometers, it could actually accurately hit the designated sea area!
This level of technology has far exceeded their imagination...
……
After this intercontinental missile fell into the sea.
"Report to the President!" An emergency call from the Pentagon came into the Oval Office.
"The missile landed one kilometer off the coast of Los Angeles!"
"The explosion was equivalent to one thousand tons of TNT!"
Howell slumped in his chair, the cold sweat on his forehead finally stopping.
"God bless!"
"Fortunately... fortunately, it wasn't a mushroom warhead..."
However, this feeling of relief at escaping death only lasted for a minute.
Then Howell jumped up from his sofa.
Although the missile did not hit the city, this blatant deterrence was a great humiliation for the Americans.
"Assholes!" He stood up suddenly and threw the documents on the table to the ground. "They actually dared... actually dared to launch missiles at the mainland of the United States!"
"This is a blatant provocation to the authority of the Eagle Sauce!"
Howell paced back and forth in the Oval Office, his face terribly gloomy.
"A country that has just industrialized actually has the ability to attack the United States! This is absolutely intolerable!"
"Mr. President..." the Secretary of Defense said cautiously, "We must admit that China's technological strength is indeed..."
"Shut up!" Howell roared. "I don't care what means they use. If they dare to challenge the authority of the Eagle Sauce, they must pay the price!"
"Contact Smith immediately!" he roared. "Have him detonate 'that device' immediately!"
"I want to let these arrogant Dragon people know what will happen if they dare to launch missiles at the Eagle Sauce homeland!"
The others in the office looked at each other.
The shock of the missile strike had not yet dissipated, and the president had already made an even more dangerous decision.
“Wait, Mr. President!”
At this moment, Singh suddenly stood up, his voice filled with anxiety.
“We must calm down and rethink the problem!”
"Calm down?" Howell turned around, his eyes bloodshot. "How can you expect me to calm down? An Asian country actually dared to launch missiles at the Eagle Sauce homeland!"
“This is a blatant challenge to our authority!”
"That's why we have to be more cautious," Singh said as he walked to the map.
"Think about it, if they can launch one intercontinental missile, it proves that they are capable of launching a second, a third..."
Howell paused.
"Besides," Singer's voice became more serious, "this time they are already threatening us, using conventional warheads, and their target is only off the coast of Los Angeles."
“But if we insist on detonating ‘that device’ in their territorial waters, who can guarantee that the next missile won’t carry a nuclear warhead?”
The temperature in the office seemed to drop suddenly.
"And have you ever thought," Singer continued, "that their next target might not be off the coast of Los Angeles, but Washington, D.C.!"
"And the warhead won't be a conventional warhead, but a mushroom bomb capable of razing the entire capital to the ground!"
Howell's face turned pale.
He fell heavily into the chair, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
The anger I felt just now was replaced by a deeper fear.
He suddenly realized that the United States was no longer the superpower that could do whatever it wanted.
"This is impossible..." the Minister of Defense muttered to himself, "How could they have..."
“But the facts are there.”
Singh pointed to the radar record.
"A missile that traveled 12,000 kilometers accurately hit its intended target."
"They are no longer the Dragon Nation they once were! Mr. President!"
Howell wiped his face with his hands, his voice trembling: "What is your suggestion?"
"Immediately halt Project Red Light," Singh said without hesitation. "What we need now is not a momentary rush, but a reassessment of the strategic situation in the entire Pacific."
"But this is too embarrassing!" the Pentagon representative couldn't help but say, "Let the whole world see the Eagle Sauce bowing to an Asian country?"
"Rather than saving face," Singer said coldly, "I care more about whether Washington will become the next Hiroshima."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last bit of anger in the office.
Everyone fell silent, including Howell who had been roaring just now.
Outside the window, the night in Huashengtun is getting dark.
The Capitol in the distance is brightly lit, illuminating this city of power.
But at this moment, the people sitting in the Oval Office felt real powerlessness for the first time - in the face of absolute military strength, face and dignity seemed so pale and powerless.
"Connect me to the United Nations," Howell finally said, his voice filled with deep fatigue. "Tell Johnson...we accept negotiations."
No one spoke, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
They all understood what this decision meant - it was not just a diplomatic concession, but the end of an era.
From now on, the hegemony of the Eagle Sauce in the Pacific will no longer be unshakable...