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1385 Flame of Judgment

The advancement of human science and technology has always been moving towards all automatic mechanization.

To this day, most countries' military bases have been taken over by remote-controlled robots, and few living people are left.

Of course, the same is true for the Guam Naval Base in the United States.

The metal buildings in the dock have been a little rusted. The silver-shelled automatic drones flew around the base. The bridges of several destroyers parked in the dock have been replaced by smooth metal balls.

To this day, soldiers no longer need to rush to the battlefield to die. All these weapons are controlled remotely. Even if the war starts, all soldiers have to do is remotely control these weapons, which is no different from playing games.

Apart from the workers responsible for the maintenance, there are no other humans in the base. Today, the only worker in the base is enjoying his daily leisure time as usual.

Sitting on a motorboat produced thirty years ago, feeling the sea breeze blowing across his cheeks, the middle-aged man in blue work clothes turned around and glanced at the dock with a cheerful smile on his face.

Then, he saw a holy light descending from the sky.

The world in sight turned into dead white like overexposed film. The worker's ears heated up, and the sticky blood flowed out, and he lost his hearing forever at that moment.

His head was stunned by the shock. Before he could figure out what was going on, the motorboat suddenly accelerated forward, and after two seconds, it seemed like it was being sucked by a magnet, and began to retreat backwards.

The worker shouted subconsciously, but unfortunately he was deaf and could not hear his voice at all.

When his vision recovered again, the strong shock caused by the scene in front of him even overshadowed panic and fear:

——The base disappeared.

Whether it is a dock built on the island or a warship parked on the shore waiting to sail, they are no longer where they are. The location of the base is now covered by sea water.

The "fire of judgment" that fell from the sky burned down the entire base.

Seeing this scene, the worker who was still a little dazed in consciousness finally realized:

——It is a satellite weapon.

At the same time when the Guam Naval Base was "evaporated", an email of unknown origin was sent to the Pentagon's mailbox:

“Pulse Entertainment is responsible for the attack.”

The email was not signed, and the sender's IP address was in the United States. While the CIA agents were chasing the sender, the person who sent the email had returned to the deep network.

"That's the end."

The coach wandering around the network returns to his home along the data channel.

After sending the email, my work was over. Next, it depends on how the man should perform.

“…”

Witnessing the scene of the naval base turning into dust, the Blackton supervisor of Pulse Entertainment scolded all the swear words he could think of, and a harsh sirens suddenly sounded in the arsenal.

After this happened, the Black Dahlia temporarily stopped the invasion and asked, "What should I do next?"

"What else can I do?" Blackton cursed: "That madman ruined everything. We are now intriguing the most troublesome mad dog in the world! We can only leave here, and the Americans will call him soon!"

"You're just scolding your motherland?" The black dahlia, who had just stepped down, raised her eyebrows.

"I'm an Irish, not a fucking American." Blackton roared and lifted the hatch door, dragging the thin woman out: "Hurry up! Don't waste time, the Americans are about to call me!"

"Ha, you are quite considerate, thank you." The black dahlia smiled.

At this point, both of them were very clear that even if they regained control of the satellite weapon, they would not be able to stop a country's offensive.

That satellite cannon was indeed a custom-built weapon from the United States as part of its military plan. Pulse Entertainment's actions have been actually a continuation of the "Star Wars" plan fifty years ago.

But now, with satellite weapons launching attacks on military bases, the Deep Cosmic Plan has been completely shattered.

Angry Americans will not tolerate the continued existence of a weapon that bombed their military base. This unprecedented air strike also requires a "scapegoat".

It is impossible for the Pentagon to allow anyone to learn about this secret plan, and they will definitely send troops as quickly as possible to erase everyone with Pulse Entertainment.

So now, even if the losses are huge, there are no other roads to choose from.

"Notify the President that the Deep Universe Project is about to end."

When there was no way out, Blackton calmed down: "We no longer need to continue to implement the plan, nor need to regain control of that weapon. Letting the rebel Ai continue to control may help us destroy several more US bases and delay the arrival of the army!"

"Then you are so heartless." The black dahlia rubbed her eyes and gradually adapted to the colors of the real world: "After all, is it a company, is it just treating her old customers like this?"

"It's over, and they can't listen to our explanation." Blackton's expression was solemn: "It seems that 'Pulse Entertainment' will disappear forever, goodbye."

Before he finished speaking, Blackton suddenly pulled out a dagger and slashed at the black dahlia's neck!

But before the blade in his hand could touch the other party's skin, his body suddenly numb and fell to the ground straight.

"I knew for a long time that when this time comes, you will dispose of me as garbage."

Looking at the blond and strong man who couldn't get up, the black Dahlia put down the electric gun in her hand and showed a happy smile on her face: "If I hadn't stole this thing... I'd probably really be killed by you."

Blackton, whose whole body was numb by the electricity, gritted his teeth tightly, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his red eyes stared at the black dahlia, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything at all.

"Well, it's time for me to leave, so stay here and wait for death." The black dahlia smiled, took off the neck ring from her neck and threw it aside, and looked back at the metal cabin behind her.

"Although I was interrupted, I had a great time playing this time. I hope... I can see you again."

——Although I don’t know if it was Ai or something that was fighting with me. But the other party’s methods also opened my eyes to the Black Dahlia. If possible, she was eager to fight with that guy.

"Ha, then I'll say goodbye..."

After speaking, she quickly left the room and stepped into the corridor with red light. She left only Blackton who fell to the ground, waiting for death to come.
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