Chapter 889 The person who decides the fate of the earth!
Noisy was also stunned by the sudden death. The two of them had obviously cooperated and suppressed Chen Mo just now, but how could they be killed by Chen Mo in the blink of an eye?
However, Chen Mo did not give him time to continue to be in a daze. With a strong kick on his body that was slowly falling from dizziness, Chen Mo flew back at high speed in the direction he came from just now.
In mid-air, Chen Mo turned around, turned his body sideways, moved his right foot forward, and kicked Noisy's chest with a flying kick!
After the thick breastplate was shattered by Chen Mo, the defense on Noisy's chest became very weak. Under Chen Mo's flying kick with his right foot covered in Adamantium alloy armor, the metal structure of Noisy's chest was quickly destroyed.
As most of Chen Mo's right leg was inserted into Noisy's chest, the light in Noisy's eyes quickly dimmed and eventually went out completely.
Chen Mo kicked his left leg hard on Noisy Noisy, and pulled out his right leg inserted into Noisy Noisy's chest. At the same time, his whole body drew an arc in the air and fell towards the ground.
At this time, Dizzy's body was less than halfway down, and the noisy and huge body followed closely behind, falling to the ground together with Dizzy, stirring up a large amount of dust.
One on two, Chen Mo wins!
After getting rid of the noise and dizziness, Chen Mo did not leave immediately, but walked to the side of the dizzy corpse.
Chen Mo was very interested in the pair of dizzy energy blast cannons with huge power and astonishing destructive power!
He currently lacks this kind of large-area attack weapon!
When he came to the dizzy corpse, Chen Mo directly waved his hand and put the dizzy corpse into the space. He didn't have time to carefully dismantle the two energy impact cannons now. Besides, the dizzy corpse was still useful for him to study the deformation ability.
, so I simply put it all into the space.
Anyway, the space is enough and it saves you trouble.
After searching for the loot, Chen Mo started his thrusters and quickly took off, chasing the convoy in front!
Just when Chen Mo caught up with the convoy and got back into the Hornet's cab, in the archives room of District 7, Glenn Whitman, sitting in front of an old computer, was typing rapidly on the keyboard.
"Global search..."
While chanting, Glenn Whitman hit the enter key.
The old-fashioned black and white monitor covered with cobwebs and dust flickered, and finally the picture he wanted appeared.
Upon seeing this, Glenn Whitman excitedly turned his head and shouted to everyone.
"I succeeded! Information transmission is in progress!"
Since Chen Mo took the lead in killing Luan who had sneaked into the base before leaving, no one in the archives was attacked. Naturally, there was no need for anyone to resist. When Glenn Whitman was operating, everyone gathered around
behind him.
Defense Secretary John Keller, who had been standing anxiously behind him, immediately stepped forward after hearing this and said in a deep voice.
"Write as I say!"
Glenn Whitman immediately started working on the computer quickly again.
"This is Secretary of Defense John Keller, to the Chief of Northern Command!"
"Initiate emergency steps! Blackbird 1195..."
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At the same time, Northern Command, tactical command center!
A soldier in charge of communications had a communications headset hanging around his neck, standing in front of a temporarily found radio transmitter and constantly operating it.
Since all satellite and network communications were cut off by the Decepticons, all military bases lost contact with the outside world. They had to use the most primitive method to communicate through radios that are rarely used today.
Suddenly, a burst of regular radio waves sounded from the communication headset hung around his neck!
"Morse code!"
The correspondent reacted quickly, quickly grabbed the pen at hand, and began to record it in his notebook.
Soon, the content of the code was translated by him. Holding the book with the translated instructions in his hand, the correspondent quickly turned around and loudly reported to the senior officers in the command center.
"Sir, we received an air strike order from the Secretary of Defense!"
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As John Keller's order was successfully received, the air force of the Northern Command was quickly mobilized!
"Raptor! Move out! Move out! Move out!"
"Attack the entire fleet!"
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Following the order from the command center, a whole formation of fighter jets was quickly prepared. The pilots boarded the plane and the engines were ignited. Amidst the deafening roar of the jet engines, one after another advanced F-22 Raptor fighter jets took off from the runway.
, formed a neat formation in the air and flew towards the city that Chen Mo and others were rushing to!
In the archives room of the Seventh District, John Keller and others finally breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a call back from the Northern Command. Their tense mood instantly relaxed. They had been sitting nervously in front of the computer to perform various operations.
Glenn Whitman even slumped directly in his chair.
However, everyone could not relax for long.
Just when everyone was overjoyed that they had successfully contacted the Air Force for support, the walkie-talkie on Simmons suddenly rang.
"NBE-1 is about to completely thaw, and there is nothing we can do!"
The room was very quiet at this time, so everyone clearly heard the voice on the intercom.
This sudden bad news made everyone's hearts sink suddenly!
"Everyone evacuate immediately! Abandon NBE-1!"
Just when the room fell into silence again, Simmons's voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone in the room couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Simmons, who was holding a walkie-talkie and had just given the order to evacuate.
Putting down the walkie-talkie in his hand, Simmons looked at everyone, lightly shrugged his shoulders, and spoke seriously.
"We have done our best and there is no need to add more casualties."
At this point, Simmons' voice suddenly paused, and then he looked up at the ceiling in front of him, speaking slowly and in an erratic voice.
"Leave the rest to them!"
After listening to Simmons' words, everyone was silent. Indeed, the refrigeration system was destroyed, and it was only a matter of time before Megatron would wake up. The staff in the hangar had gone all out to delay the melting time as much as possible. Now, since it is a foregone conclusion,
There is no need to let their sacrifices go in vain anymore!
However, everyone has different understandings of the "they" Simmons mentioned at the end.
Some people thought that Simmons was referring to the Air Force Raptor fighter jet formation that had just been dispatched, but more people thought of Chen Mo!
All of them have tried their best and tried their best. In the end, it depends on "them" whether they can stop Megatron and avoid the destruction of the earth!