North American war zone, the Sixth Fleet around the Atlantic Ocean.

A hundred-meter honeycomb underground branch, circular conference room.

Seventeen senior executives wearing uniforms at all levels were silently watching the detailed reports in their hands.

A natural light is cast on the curtain wall, dispelling the depression of being underground.

"His Excellency Ender."

"What do you mean is to cancel investment in technological transformation?"

"Teach all efforts to cultivate the awakened ones?"

Directly opposite Ender, a middle-aged man with a bald face pulled his neck tie and felt that the air was a little stuffy.

Big beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads.

The information on the report is too amazing.

During the trial, the awakened man named Lin An exploded in the final battle, which was incredible.

"That's right."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Ander nodded slightly with a pale face, his eyes full of indifference:

“There is no need to waste resources to restore technology.”

"As the progress of the doomsday progress advances, only the strength of the individual can fight against this doomsday."

"Dedicate resources to the awakened ones and carry out a new round of distortion projects."

The words are simple, but the meaning is unquestionable.

"But"

Wearing a dark blue military uniform, he was the commander-in-chief of the Atlantic Seventh Fleet, the four-star general opened his mouth.

His expression was full of reluctance and his stubbornness towards the glory of the past.

"We still have six major aircraft carrier fleets that are still operating normally! Nuclear submarines at the bottom of the ocean, overseas military bases of various war zones, and strategic launch silos."

"Do you have to give up all these things??"

“Once we stop restoring industrial projects, we will soon lose it”

"Idiot, are you questioning me?"

Ask softly.

Ende did not give the former military power faction any face and interrupted him without hesitation.

His eyes glared over, and the broken general clenched his fists tightly, gasping in his nose.

No wonder he was so excited.

In many military judgments, restoring industrial capabilities and military industry is the optimal solution to the end of the world.

As long as firepower is started to rebuild large-scale naval, army and air force, zombies and mutants may not be able to be eliminated.

Under the coverage of firepower, zombies are moving meat.

Great, special events are more difficult.

Looking around, Ander looked at everyone with ridicule and pity.

"I know what you are thinking, and you can even guess that you may think that the limit of the third-level ability is amazing, which is self-operated nuclear weapons."

"Put your brain."

"Taking Lin An as an example, he launched several supersonic shocks at will to release group skills. Any conventional force will suffer a devastating blow."

"Unless we grasp his coordinates in advance and launch a large number of nuclear bombs above Mach 7 in a very short period of time, it is possible to kill him!"

"But, don't forget. His strength in the death fight is still only the second level."

The mirror appeared, and after a crisp vibration, all the scenes of Lin An taking action appeared in the cracked diamond mirror.

That was the Sword Flow Storm summoned by Lin An during the final battle.

In just over a dozen seconds, the screen playback is completed.

As it sounded, Ender's cold voice:

"tell me."

"A human, the awakened person, can cause this level of attack."

"Where is the third-order variant? What about the fourth-order?"

"Did you think it was the world before the end of the world?"

"It's so ridiculous"

Listening to Ander's uncovered ridicule, the faces of many senior executives turned pale.

But the screen played just now is far more impactful than the text in the report.

How can humans be so strong

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to everyone anymore.

On the wheelchair, Ender silently used his mental power to control the wheelchair to move outward, preparing to end the meeting.

Before leaving, he threw out a video stone-like prop and threw it on the conference table:

“Our catastrophe progress is as high as 3%.

"Look, see what you idiots are going to face"

The cold sound echoed in the huge conference room as the alloy door closed.

A few seconds later, a roar and roar rang out.

"Damn it! Who did he think he was? It was just a ball of rotten meat raised by a bitch six months ago!"

"That boy is laughing at us!"

Half a minute later.

After venting his anger, everyone took a deep breath and looked at the audio-visual props that Ender had finally thrown out.

His face was blushing. The nearest general took the stone and was surprised to find an inconspicuous label on it.

[Chloe Strategic Nuclear Submarine: Terminal Coordinates: 99-81-57]

On the label, the time in the lower right corner was exactly two hours ago.

The heart was shocked, and the few people suddenly felt uneasy and turned to play the screen with the help of props.

A few seconds later, a blurry light screen appeared in the conference room, which looked like a video.

"Drip-Chloe is diving, the current depth is 377, the air pressure is normal, the equipment is operating normally"

In the picture, there is a dark blue seabed, and the camera is located approximately on the side of the nuclear submarine.

"Drip-Diver Depth"

The recordings sounded like logs, and it was obviously the staff on the nuclear submarine who were recording the content.

"Shit-"

"Oh, my god. Are there zombies that are soaked here? I saw it entangled by seaweed?"

The sound was dull, and the staff passing through the handheld equipment were observing the surroundings through the camera outside the submarine.

A complaint sounded:

"Damn it, I really don't know how these monsters ran into the city in the sea, it's fine. Could these guys still be able to swim!?"

"Drip-Diver Depth 454"

"It's so disgusting Mark."

"Did you see that shark? Its head was bitten, but it could still swim."

"I saw the keep-alive mode. Those infected creatures, so powerful that they were scary last time our propeller was almost broken."

"Drip-Diver Depth 499"

"Drip-Diver Depth 613"

In the conference room, everyone's faces gradually became solemn. Putting their hands on the table, an awakened man with an officer-like appearance asked hesitantly:

"What is this submarine doing? What does this video mean?"

Without looking back, a senior executive who knew some of the information replied slowly:

"It should be looking for a piece of equipment? I remember the nearby Chloe Safety Zone reported that there is a release task in the nearby waters."

"They probably want to check it out?"

As soon as the speech ended, the depth of dive in the video had arrived

In an instant, strong beeps and panicked roars sounded:
To be continued...