Beep, beep, beep! The alarm sounded rapidly in the Pentagon, where the U.S. Department of Defense is located. Countless calls came in, and the operator was immediately busy.
"The San Francisco Police Department sent an emergency notice that a giant dragon has landed on the Golden Gate Bridge! It has caused hundreds of casualties!"
"The Third Fleet sent a communication requesting to leave the port and head to the coast of San Francisco. They want to confirm the authenticity of the monster landing."
"The California National Guard has set off and is expected to enter San Francisco in three hours!"
Tat-tat-tat-tat, hurried footsteps sounded. An old man of about sixty years old with a three-star epaulette on his shoulder, a thin face and a piercing gaze, wearing a straight military uniform and accompanied by several assistants, walked quickly towards the national defense.
He walked to the department's office. He was Thomas Michel, the then U.S. Secretary of Defense [Note 1].
A young female assistant wearing a shirt hurried over a few steps, walked alongside the old man, handed over a document and said: "Mr. Michel, the President will hold a video and telephone conference in ten minutes."
Michelle kept walking, took the document, and nodded solemnly.
"Your Excellency, a large number of people gathered in front of the Pentagon, claiming that their relatives were attacked by a dragon in San Francisco, and demanding that the military respond as soon as possible. The same situation also occurred at the White House." A young military officer came over and paid tribute.
Said Li.
Michelle nodded and said, "I understand." Then the assistant behind him waved to the officer and told him to leave.
Two soldiers waiting at the door opened the door, and Michelle entered the conference room with several officers behind her. With a click, the heavy conference room door closed, and the LED screen on the door lit up with a bright red light, indicating that the highest-level meeting was taking place.
s meeting.
There were already several people wearing general-level epaulettes waiting in the conference room. Michelle sat on the main seat without saying a word, put down the materials in her hands, and said: "Gentlemen, I will present to the President in ten minutes.
Report, now we must respond first in the shortest time, and have a preliminary understanding of this, um, giant dragon we are facing."
As he spoke, Michelle picked up the remote control and pressed it. An aerial video immediately appeared on the large screen in the middle of the conference room. In the middle of the video were a monster as tall as a mountain, two aircraft that were fighting the monster, and
The other end is much smaller but also an khaki monster as tall as a building.
"The question now is, before scientific researchers give an official name to this huge monster, we temporarily call it an 'intruder'. So what exactly is this 'intruder'? Where does it come from? What is its purpose?" Mi
Sher said, looking around at the surrounding generals with sharp eyes.
Then he continued: "And! Which country are the two advanced aircraft that are fighting the 'invaders'? And what is this smaller khaki monster? They are obviously fighting the 'invaders',
How are they related?"
"When the 'intruder' appeared this morning, San Francisco was shrouded in heavy fog, so the satellite did not convey any useful information back," a general said.
"I suggest that before everything becomes clear, first let the aircraft from Vandenberg Air Force Base take off to meet the enemy, and have the Third Fleet immediately leave the port and head to the coast of San Francisco. If necessary, use Tomahawk cruise missiles to attack!" Another general
Raise your hand to speak.
"However, most of the fighters stationed at Vandenberg Air Force Base are F-22 Raptors. I'm afraid the damage to the 'invaders' will be limited." Another person asked.
"It's decided! The flight squadrons of Vandenberg Air Force Base will be dispatched immediately! If I remember correctly, a group of pilots from the British Royal Air Force are visiting and studying there. I ask them to also dispatch together. I will ask the President to go and talk to the British Prime Minister.
Explanation! In addition, immediately start organizing the evacuation of nearby cities, and at the same time, get in touch with the pilots of the two aircraft!" Michelle said decisively, packed up the documents and walked out of the conference room.
…
Vandenberg Air Force Base, southern California, USA.
The piercing siren sounded, and the air force base immediately became busy. More than twenty F-22 Raptor fighter jets were neatly parked in the hangar. The canvas covering the aircraft was lifted, and the air crews were busy,
Truckloads of missiles and cannon bullets were pushed over and installed on the aircraft. Tank trucks methodically poured aviation fuel into the fuel tanks of the fighter jets.
The prepared fighter jets were towed by tractors and moved to the side of the runway and lined up neatly. On the other side of the runway, more than a dozen U.S. Air Force pilots, fully equipped and fully equipped, lined up in a neat queue holding flight helmets and were receiving orders from their commanders.
Teaching.
The young black British female pilot, Luca Penticus, was organizing her flight equipment. Her mobile phone was placed next to her and kept vibrating, but she didn't notice it at all.
"Hey, Luca, what are you doing?" A colleague from the Royal Air Force passed by and asked strangely.
"Go kill a giant dragon." Luca pointed to the TV hanging on the wall next to him.
The colleague spread his hands and said: "Are you kidding me? We are here for vacation to learn the operation of the F-22. What does the American matter have to do with us? Are we going to fight against such, uh, giant dragon? Besides, the Americans will give
Are we flying?"
"This is a matter for all mankind. Besides, are you sure that this thing will not appear in the UK in the future? Regarding the plane, I don't believe that the Americans don't want more reinforcements." Luca pointed to the TV that was raging in the city.
Kaijumon said. [Note 2]
"Anyway, I'll go right away..."
Before Luca finished speaking, footsteps sounded, and their captain, Major Lewis, walked in and said sternly: "We just received a request from the US Department of Defense, asking us to go out together to fight against the landing 'invaders'! Do it immediately
Ready to take off!"
"yes!"
"Yes!" Luka and his colleagues immediately stood at attention and saluted.
Major Lewis nodded, turned and walked out.
Luka went to get the flight helmet placed next to her, and then she discovered that there were more than ten missed calls on her mobile phone. At first glance, she saw that they were all calls from her brother Stike Penticus. Luka thought for a while,
Call back.
"Luca! I finally contacted you! I saw the news that a monster as big as a mountain appeared in San Francisco!!" came Stecker's urgent voice.
"Ah, you're right, I'm about to kill the monsters and save the earth!" Luca joked as he lifted up his flying helmet and walked away.
"Are you kidding? You must know that you are on vacation now! Haven't you watched TV? Such a big monster, you will die if you go there!!" Stike shouted loudly.
"I don't think such a bulky guy can pose any threat to the Air Force. In short, the matter has been finalized. We have been training on the F-22 and will take off soon," Luca said.
"Asshole! You...this can't be done!!" Stike was so angry that he couldn't even speak clearly.
"Okay, we are soldiers, aren't we? Brother. Besides, destroying monsters and protecting mankind, I can't find a mission that can burn the blood of our soldiers more than this." Luka said firmly.
Stike was silent for a long time and said slowly: "I understand, Luca, you must be careful! Protect yourself first!"
"It's up to you." Luka replied nonchalantly and turned off his phone.
However, at this time, footsteps sounded, and her captain, Major Lewis, came back. However, the major's face looked a little stiff. He tilted his head and looked at Luca, and suddenly asked: "Are you the one?"
Luca Penticos?”
Luka immediately became alert. She took a step back to touch the pistol, but found that she was already wearing flight equipment and did not have a pistol. "You are not Lewis! Who are you?!"
‘Lewis’ tilted his head and said slowly: “I was sent by your brother to protect you.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Luka only saw a flash of black shadow in front of her eyes, followed by a stinging pain on the back of her neck, her eyes darkened and she lost consciousness.
[Note 1]: Although the fleeting scene in the movie "Pacific Rim" shows that the President of the United States in this worldview is still Obama, in order to avoid suspicion, fictitious names and identities are used in this book.
[Note 2]: Well, Kaijumon really won’t go to the UK...