This Is America!

More than four hours have passed since the behemoth appeared.

The White House in Washington, D.C..

Military intelligence operations room.

"Unbelievable! According to basic biological common sense, creatures of this form should never exist, let alone extend their tentacles continuously into the sky—how could a soft-bodied creature support such a huge weight?"

Experts in relevant fields serving the America. government and military have begun to arrive.

After signing a strict confidentiality agreement, undergoing sufficient psychological preparation and explanation, and having all their personal communication devices confiscated, they were finally allowed to enter the room—and then they saw the unbelievable scene of the live footage transmitted back by the reconnaissance drone.

What's rather absurd is that upon seeing the enormous amount of seafood, their first reaction wasn't to exclaim "This is impossible!" but rather to look at President Trump with a stern face with suspicion.

"This isn't some kind of prank by the president, is it?"

While shaking hands with the chief of staff, a biology expert secretly glanced around for hidden cameras and whispered, "For example, did the Trump Organization produce some monster movie?"

"... Of course not, Dr. Chandler."

Only after receiving a serious and affirmative answer did they realize that this was for real.

"Mazefuck."

The doctor murmured, "It's hard to believe I'll encounter this in my lifetime."

After the initial shock, panic, and unease, these experts in the relevant fields immediately got to work, intently watching the massive behemoth on the live feed and answering a variety of questions from the bureaucrats—professional, idiotic, unimaginable, and speechless.

"Sirs, we lack intelligence. Visual observation from a distance is insufficient to gather much information. The only classification we can make is cephalopod octopus—a general term, of course. We don't yet know if it belongs to the subfamily Myxopodinae or... no, no, no, biologically speaking, such a massive creature shouldn't exist. It's unbelievable that it has been living in the unknown depths of the sea..."

Dr. Chandler seemed to have a sudden realization, and with a start, said to the Department of Defense, "Sir, we must find out where it came from!"

"That's also the question we want to know: where did it come from, what is its origin?" the Department of Defense said. "But how do we find out?"

"Dispatch submarines and research submersibles to search," the doctor replied without hesitation. "Start the search from the vicinity of the initial sighting location. Such a massive monster must have left traces as it moved—the destruction of the terrain along its path, the destruction of seaweed and coral, the frightened schools of fish, and its prey..."

As he said this, he turned to look at the monster that continued to advance, and muttered, "Although I don't know how it gets its energy, maintains its bodily functions, and sustains its activity, given its size, even if it used blue whales as food, it wouldn't be enough..."

The doctor paused, then pleaded, "Sir, may I observe it up close in person?"

The Department of Defense shook his head and said, "I'm afraid it's too late, Doctor."

"... Too late means?"

"The president has approved the strike plan, and the first air strike group, composed of Air Force and Navy aircraft, is about to arrive at the combat site to launch the bombing."

Chandler's expression instantly changed. "Wait! Oh no! Damn it! You can't start a massacre without a reason! This is genocide!"

"Sir, please listen to me! Aside from giant sea creatures like the Kraken and Leviathan, which only exist in legends, this is the first time in the history of our Civilization that we have witnessed a real, existing giant creature! This is of great significance to biology! No, it is even of great significance to the world! Since it exists, there must be a food chain or even a matching ecosystem for its survival! We cannot kill it, we must observe it, we must study it, we must find..."

"Enough! Dr. Chandler, you have your stance as a scholar, and I have my duty as a soldier!" the Department of Defense said impatiently. "This is not the time for academic research, because this is not thousands of meters below the surface of the ocean. There is no time for you to calmly study and observe the behavior of this animal, because it is rushing towards the United States mainland at at least twenty-five knots!"

"That's not enough reason to kill it!"

"No, you're wrong, Doctor. This is the reason to kill it—I don't care if it went to a game in Los Angeles, a movie, or Disney; given its size, this is an invasion!"

"No, no, no, sir, we are human beings, we are the masters of this planet. We should be tolerant and patient with these ignorant animals. With a life form like this mollusk, a single bomb could severely damage it. We don't need to do that. We can simply intimidate and drive it away. We don't need to use weapons; sonic means can do just that... You don't need to do that, you don't need to do that..."

The Department of Defense took a deep breath. If he weren't relying on the other party's professional competence, he would have already had the guards throw this persistent bookworm out.

"Let's end this topic. This is the final decision. We won't take any risks; we can't allow this creature to have the opportunity to appear in public..."

"--Damn it! The people have the right to know what happened! No one will condone us killing such a massive number of lives without any reason! My God, I can't even imagine how this creature has survived extinction after extinction and multiplied to this day without any knowledge of humanity..."

The doctor shouted, "We can't do this! This isn't United States!"

"Isn't this United States?"

The minister erupted in fury. "You nerd! You four-eyed idiot! What do you think America is? A peaceful, animal-loving, environmentally conscious, and intelligent city on a hill? Do you think they'd see this thing and shout 'amazing!' and throw a party to celebrate!?"

Let me tell you what's going to happen!

"Once this is made public, television stations, social media platforms, the internet, newspapers, and radio will be completely overrun overnight with all sorts of eye-catching fake news! Shameless media will exaggerate and attract attention, conspirators and troublemakers will spread panic rumors, cultists will stir up trouble, and our people! More than 300 million America citizens! The vast majority of them have been brainwashed into mindless idiots by our education, welfare policies, media, and even government!"

"They will definitely believe the most sensational story, and will never believe the government's clarification!"

"They will believe the claims of cultists and conspirators that the end of the world is coming!"

"I'll tell you what's going to happen next—they'll think the world is ending, then they'll go on a spending spree, taking out loans, selling stocks, getting cash, and squandering it all. Meanwhile, the penniless criminals, potential criminals, and losers will take to the streets, looting and pillaging. The streets will be filled with shootings, arson, robbery, and killing. They'll become beasts because they believe it's a sign of the end times, and they'll have a perfect excuse to unleash their animalistic nature!"

"They'll stockpile guns to intimidate each other, rednecks will hide in their farms, and those stupid survivalist freaks will laugh as they retreat into the cellars they dug back in the Cold War! Cities will be reduced to ruins, the stock market will plummet, capital will flee in droves, and the country will descend into chaos! That's what will happen!"

"Because this great nation is composed of a large group of citizens who lack discernment, are superstitious and blindly obedient, and are foolish and ignorant, along with a small group of selfish elites, and us brave soldiers!"

"--This is America!"

United States -style verbal sparring is all about swift, relentless attacks. With the minister's honed skills in Washington, D.C., how could a mere biology expert possibly withstand such a barrage of words?

He was so stunned that he couldn't speak.

Even the operations room was silent.

Everyone was stunned by the Department of Defense's furious roar.

Except for A Chuan.

After finishing his second Big Mac and taking a sip of his chocolate milkshake, Chuanbao started dismantling the McChicken Fish Burger.

As he unwrapped the packaging, he pointed at the minister and said, "A brilliant speech, but speaking of which, do we have any way of capturing this giant octopus alive?"

The Department of Defense was startled—what the hell are you up to now?

A Chuan took a bite of his hamburger and continued, "I think this doctor is right. If we could capture this giant octopus alive, it would be good for environmental protection..."

Almost instantly, the Department of Defense understood A Chuan's true thoughts.

To hell with environmental protection! You just want to catch someone alive to show off to your voters, and even to the rest of the world!

"I'm afraid that won't work, sir. This isn't an elephant. Given its size, I don't know how much anesthetic I'd need to incapacitate it, and we don't have any tugboats capable of towing it—the USS Ford is only a third the length of its tentacles."

The Department of Defense said coldly, "Please wait and see what the outcome of the victory will be."

A Chuan glanced at his phone impatiently. "It's been almost five hours! Where are our planes? What happened to the promised air strike?!"

So the minister had to once again appease the impatient and utterly clueless president.

"Sir, we have tried our best to shorten the decision-making and deployment time, but the preparation and loading of the aircraft takes time. Please rest assured, our soldiers are well-trained and they are making the most of the time..."

"--Then tell me exactly when the bombing will begin!"

The Department of Defense glanced at his watch and checked the time. "In approximately five minutes, sir, a joint air strike group taking off from Edwards Air Force Base, Naval Air Station North Island, San Diego, O'Sullivan Army Airfield, and other California military airfields will arrive at the target area. B-1B Lancer strategic bombers, F-35 fighters, and F-15 fighters will unleash over two hundred MK84 bombs on that monster's head..."

"This is the first wave of attacks in the operational plan."

--If all goes well, this will be the last wave.

In fact, when the minister revealed the operational plan to the heads of each service, the soldiers of the four services were all excited. An unprecedented enemy, free military merit, what a great opportunity to show off, and a childhood dream of fighting monsters. As a result, this joint air strike even brought together the air power of all four services. As the Department of Defense, it was quite difficult to coordinate this joint strike plan quickly and well.

More than two hundred 2,000-pound aerial bombs were unleashed on this behemoth in one go. Even Leviathan would have been blown to pieces. After all, the military staff analyzed that this kind of soft-bodied behemoth, which could only maintain its size by relying on the buoyancy of the sea, had no chance of resisting human firearms.

Godzilla, that kind of overpowered creature, only exists in novels and movies.

As for the subsequent mobilization of the Pacific Ocean Third Fleet, the deployment of the 1st Marine Division, and even the National Guard and land-based missiles... these were merely "safety precautions."

A Chuan shrugged. He was extremely bored, and the long wait of four or five hours made him restless—given the minister's stern instructions and intimidation, he couldn't reveal the truth on Twitter.

This made it even harder to endure.

But thankfully... it's almost over.

He glared at the minister. "As long as our planes can take that thing down, I can show the public this great victory and my brilliant command, right?"

"... Yes, sir."

"Hmph." A Chuan stared at the live feed in the video and muttered, "This isn't what I expected—it should be our aircraft carriers, destroyers, cruisers, fighters, and bombers surrounding this monster, opening fire simultaneously on my command, with countless missiles attacking this behemoth from all directions. Oh, right, we also need Iowa! And battleships!"

At this point, he slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Those idiots in Congress! Why won't they let me unblock Iowa! Otherwise, he could be put to use right now!"

"..."

The Department of Defense rolled his eyes inwardly, then suddenly received a message and his spirits lifted. "President, command center has reported that our air strike group is in position..."

The video feed was quickly split in two. To meet the President's inspection requirements, live footage from the air strike group was transmitted. A vast formation of aircraft roared across the sky like a flock of eagles, hurtling towards the terrifying beast-like figure amidst the raging waves.

A Chuan then asked, "Why so close? Can't missiles hit targets from a great distance?"

Ah, this commander of the four armies who has absolutely no common sense.

The minister sighed inwardly and replied, "Sir, we are using MK84 free-fall bombs..."

"What's that? It's not one of those bombs from World War II, is it?"

"... In a way, yes."

"--Why not use missiles?"

"Because it's cheap, sir."

The live video feed was viewed from a distance, and the footage was unremarkable and extremely boring. Reality is far more dull than movies. This live broadcast didn't show the silhouettes of fighter jets flying across the sky, nor did it allow you to hear Hans Zimmer's rousing music or the pilots' conversations. All you could see were massive shadowy figures and groups of aircraft flying by.

Countless black dots whistled down from the sky.

More than two hundred MK84 bombs, according to the pre-set bombing plan, were enough to take care of every inch of this behemoth's body, leaving it no chance to escape.

The experts sighed helplessly, the bureaucrats sat up straight, A Chuan raised his phone and turned on the camera, and even the officers watching the battle from the operations center and their offices held their breath, watching the rapidly falling bomb clusters, preparing to witness the scene of this unprecedented behemoth being completely destroyed by human iron and fire—a scene that would surely be cruel, bloody, and beautiful.

The minister said calmly, "It's over."

The next moment, it appeared in the lens of the reconnaissance drone, on the screens of the leaders of the America military and intelligence personnel, and in front of the officers in the White House's intelligence operations room. Facing the attack of hundreds of heavy bombs, that extraordinary, gigantic beast, which defied common sense, suddenly roared to the sky.

--A bewitching, eerie purple energy shield unfolds in dazzling splendor!

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PS1: Update...

PS2: Damn, the day before yesterday, to write about A Chuan, I was looking up all the news and discussions about him. Today, to write this, I'm watching Gulf War documentary, watching United States blockbusters, watching military chess simulations, and I even learned that California's air force bases aren't the seventeen the American Empire claims, but thirty-three. What the hell am I doing...?