Mutolele, who was holding his limbs on the runway and spreading his wings to show off his power, turned his head and saw a man with big thick legs and short hands, glaring at him with a arrogant expression and yelling at him as a fat man in the deep sea.
Phew, he is a handsome boy.
It doesn't matter if she is pretty, but she cannot bear to be taller than herself.
He opened his hooked beak like an eagle and roared, then turned around, flapped his wings and flew away.
Opposite Godzilla, who was already waving his short hands and getting ready for a fight, looked at the flying shadow in the sky that was gradually disappearing, and blinked. Now the single killer was a little blinded.
Although I know that I am powerful and domineering, when my dorsal fin is erect, all things surrender.
But if you turn around and run away without even fighting, do you still have the demeanor of a monster?
Of course, the most important thing is that Godzilla has no wings and cannot fly. He is angry, angry, and cannot be coaxed.
Godzilla, who was so angry at Muto's escaping action that he was about to spit out atomic breath from his mouth, vented his excess anger at his feet. He crossed the airport with a dense step and jumped into the sea with a pop.
The huge waves rolled up to the airport and carried away the scattered remains. The young man and the single killer went ashore for a while and then chased away in tandem. However, it would take a long time for the traces left by their passing to return to their original state.
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There are ruins all over the ground, collapsed buildings, buildings that were still billowing with smoke last night, and countless victims. The poor people of Yingjiang have once again been tortured by the ravages of monsters. Of course, although Honolulu is not as good as the island country,
The national one-day engineering team is not as good as New York's quick-build and demolition team, but at least it is not too unfamiliar with this kind of thing.
When Honolulu was carrying out rescue and cleanup work, what was different was the large-scale mobilization of the Eagle Sauce team.
The fleet that catches up with Godzilla on the sea, the large transport planes flying back and forth in the sky, and the fighter planes at the forefront tracking and reporting Muto's movements. All data will eventually be transmitted back to the aircraft carrier's information center.
The female information worker quickly and orderly processed the information at hand. "The satellite image transmission has been completed, the virtual movement map is being drawn, and the position continues to be tracked."
Along with her voice, a target-like circular pattern on the big blue screen above her head moved toward the northeast on the blue sea water. In the process, red and blue curves extended out on the land.
The focus is constantly changing.
"It is expected that Muto will continue to move eastward, and based on all data, the target will meet on the Pacific coast." As she spoke, the female information officer turned her head and looked at the gray-haired captain. "At the moment, Godzilla seems to be
I'm following it."
"It's hunting!" The valve of the information center was opened from the outside, and an Asian-Pacific man in his forties wearing a brown coat walked in from the door.
He crossed his arms and looked up and down, "Keep all ships at the current distance from the target, and record their speed and direction of movement. I need to know the exact time and place of their landing."
"Yes, sir!" He looked back and looked at the brown coats running around in the information center. "Doctor, what did you mean by hunting just now? Do you think Muto is his food?"
"If Muto is his prey, then this signal is calling him. Why would he ask for trouble?" A white woman wearing almost the same color style emerged from an unknown place with several documents in her hand.
"No, that's not the case. Summoning Godzilla was just an accident. Muto must have been calling for something else." His eyes gradually widened, looking between the captain, the female assistant and a black commander.
"Look out for Nevada!"
"Why, this is impossible, absolutely impossible."
"What's impossible?"
"Fifteen years ago, what we found in the mine was not just one spore, but a pair." The female assistant explained in a daze, "But we dissected it and conducted experiments on it for several years.
.You personally confirmed that it is dormant!"
"Maybe not now."
"Where is this spore now Doctor?"
"That thing radiated a lot of radiation and was destroyed. The last person to take it away was you, Ying-chan." There was a hint of crying in the voice of the female assistant.
"Doctor, where is it?"
"Where you store your scraps!"
"So, whether it is an island country or a hawk, the custom of releasing monsters late will not be changed by smart people!" Shoji Wataru, wearing a green velvet coat on the desolate mountain top, slowly walked in the biting mountain wind.
He opened the hot dog wrapper and took a satisfied bite. "Forget it, I won't be a cloud player anymore, me."
The surrounding wind and waves became more violent. At the same time, the sound of trumpets was heard in the wind, "The people on the top of the mountain gave up resistance, threw away their weapons, and stood there waiting for inspection!"
He raised his head and saw several helicopters hovering above his head.
Things that are unexpected, yet reasonable.
After all, the helicopter is to transmit images of the scene back to the command post. From the scene, to the information processing center, to the human judgment, any link where there is a more alert person can see this handsome man wearing a coat on a barren mountain.
Zaiyouya is the hot dog eating guy.
Let’s not talk about how remote Scrap Mountain is and how it was that this man appeared on the mountain. Not long ago, Muto tore open the mountain’s belly and escaped. Facing a 300-foot behemoth, he could still sit on the top of the mountain and eat hot dogs. Normal people.
to be able to do such a thing.
Seeing two machine guns with blue fire pointing at him in the sky, Zhuang Siwa frowned and continued to take a bite of the hot dog.
Two ninjas in black night clothes suddenly appeared next to the empty space. They threw a few small balls with their blue-black hands.
Bang!~Zizzi!
Gray-white smoke enveloped the surroundings for an instant and was then blown away by the wind and waves caused by the propellers. However, what was shocking was that the target on the top of the mountain actually disappeared without a trace along with the smoke.
Information processing center.
"The weirdo who disappeared suddenly? Shit, doctor, what do you think?"
"No, it shouldn't be that after so many years of research, we have never encountered an incident in which humans have mastered special abilities." The female assistant looked at the black and white infrared screen blankly. "Could it be a disguise or something? In fact, people are not human at all.
Didn’t you walk on the top of the mountain?”
"The time from when the smoke filled the air to when it was blown away was no more than three seconds. Even the most elite landing members could not sit completely hidden in the wind and waves rolled up by the helicopter at close range. Not to mention the presence of infrared equipment."
"Perhaps the resurrection and hatching of dead Muto eggs has something to do with him?"