He Swallowed It! He Swallowed It!

Earth, west of the continental America, in the Pacific Ocean.

Kang De returned to the bridge and slowly let out a long breath.

He had provoked the God of the Star Palace for a long time, using his spatial abilities to block its massive long-range attacks, reaping considerable benefits—but that fellow had become shrewd, seemingly realizing something.

"A boring trick, a worthless display of cleverness, a phase spell worth a look."

The roar of the deep-sea behemoth shattered the clouds, "But I am not prepared to grant your wish—if you wish to witness my might, I will unleash my fury upon the ants of Distant Harbor!"

Then it stopped paying attention to Kang De's provocations and foul language, letting Kang De hurl insults at it.

Seeing that he couldn't pry it away, Kang De returned to Earth to prepare for the final fireworks display.

"Get ready."

He said, "It's only polite to reciprocate. Before receiving the super-sized bomb from A Chuan, let's give the United States a little something back—just a token of our appreciation."

Horus hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Father, do we really have to do this?"

"What?"

"I meant attacking the Pacific Ocean Fleet," he said. "They've objectively helped us, and now attacking these innocent soldiers seems a bit..."

Kang De paused for a moment, then laughed.

"You don't understand," he said. "This is the Pacific Ocean Fleet."

"... What?"

"What I mean is," Kang De's smile turned cold, "That anyone who's been to the South China Sea should learn a lesson!"

The enormous phantom roared to the sky, mimicking the way the God of the Star Palace launched an attack. Several tentacles whistled down, nimbly bending and pointing towards the distance, their tips opening like flowers.

Bright flashes of light gathered and swirled within them.

A blazing arc of light streaked across the sea, suddenly hurtling forward.

"We are under attack!"

The White House.

"No, no, no, Mr. President, please wait. It's not that time yet. We're preparing to use the GBU-43 bomb. At least give us one more chance..."

"What else are you going to try? You've already messed up! Use nuclear weapons! Use nuclear weapons!"

When A Chuan sat in the White House's military operations room arguing with the then- Department of Defense, he must have been thinking back to that sunny afternoon in the 1990s.

At that time, he had a good friend surnamed Ai. He was still very active back then, and he used coercion on more than one underage boy and underage girl.

He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of other people's lives, just like his father had done to him—back then, his life was full of fun, women, boys, parties, and wine.

And those Hollywood blockbusters.

He had cameo roles in many movies and watched many movies. Back then, he often criticized the America government because those stupid bureaucrats always resorted to nuclear bombs to solve problems.

"To hell with it! If I were the president, I'd definitely have a better way!"

Back then, he enjoyed watching the bizarre spectacle on the big screen in Trump Tower's private cinema with young models in his arms, and then making his own comments. "Only sissies use nuclear bombs! Those things are just little gadgets we used to intimidate each other with the Soviet Union! A president who only knows how to use nuclear bombs should use ballistic missiles to send them to Mars!"

Time has passed, and now he has truly become president. People always become the kind of people they hate the most, and feel somewhat lost about it. A Chuan also has this kind of confusion.

For example, he doesn't know whether he should be sitting in a cannon being launched into the sun, or riding a ballistic missile to Mars.

But he really wanted to use a nuclear weapon.

Because A Chuan chickened out.

This fxcking monster is truly bizarre; it has withstood countless missile attacks unscathed and is even hurtling towards the mainland at an even faster speed—we must stop it!

But the defense minister doesn't seem to agree with this idea.

"We need this monster, America needs this monster!" the Secretary of Defense explained. "This round of attacks wasn't entirely useless, because we've probed the true nature of this monster. The Pentagon's intelligence experts are going wild, because it's a completely energy shield! And it's active!"

His tone became excited. "Can you imagine, Mr. President! Not high-temperature plasma, not high-intensity electromagnetic fields, not nanomaterials, not magnetic materials—because it can defend against any type of attack! Live ammunition! Explosions! This is a completely revolutionary defensive weapon!"

"We must get it! We must study it! The results will make America great again and usher in a new military revolution! Completely dominated and exclusively ours!"

I don't fxcking care!

A Chuan once again resorted to his universal response, shouting, "But you're completely helpless against this octopus! Its speed has almost doubled! Soon, everyone on the entire West Coast will find it!"

"Damn it! Let it be discovered!"

The defense minister shouted, "If we can't defeat it at sea, then let it come ashore! We can evacuate civilians, we can mobilize troops, and use the landing point as the battlefield to capture it!"

At this point, the two leaders of the America. military system had completely reversed their positions.

Upon discovering the sea monster attack, the defense secretary's first reaction was to use nuclear weapons to kill it and suppress the news to avoid causing domestic turmoil. Meanwhile, A Chuan was overjoyed and tried to announce to the entire nation that he was acting as a wartime president and ordering the United States. military to defeat the foreign enemy, thereby increasing his approval rating and seeking re-election.

But now, their thinking has completely changed.

The defense minister is opposed to the use of nuclear weapons under any circumstances.

Because he realized that the giant beast's energy shield contained a great and powerful secret, enough to become the best nourishment for America, he was willing to pay any price to obtain a living sample.

However, A Chuan strongly advocated for the immediate use of nuclear weapons to destroy the target.

Because once this monster appears in the public eye, assessments of the US military's inadequate response and the president's incompetence will immediately spread domestically, not to mention the scene after the monster invades America territory—massive chaos, riots, protests, plummeting approval ratings, and a stock market crash.

As for the benefits of capturing monsters?

If it has nothing to do with him, A Chuan, then it doesn't exist.

Although he had someone take his college entrance exams for him, after three or four years as president, he had some common sense—that major scientific advancements and achievements typically take at least five years to materialize, and usually a very, very long time, ridiculously long.

It had been so long that it could no longer offer him any benefit.

Therefore, no.

"No!" A Chuan declared righteously, "We absolutely cannot let it get close to the coast! This is America! That's where our people live! Even though those bastards in California never vote for me and always talk bad about me, they are still my citizens! I will not allow them to be harmed!"

The defense minister was furious.

"Damn it! Sir! You can't just look at short-term gains! We can evacuate civilians, destroyed cities can be rebuilt, but this opportunity only comes once!" he shouted. "This is a golden opportunity for America! We must get this monster! It's our duty!"

A Chuan shouted, "My duty is to protect the freedom and rights of all America citizens from infringement!"

"--To hell with freedom and rights!" the Department of Defense roared. "For a greater purpose, we must make sacrifices, just as this country has been doing since its Jianguo! Native Americans, Black people, Mexico, even some white people... it's our responsibility!"

He slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Governing a country isn't like doing business! Even in business, you have to consider long-term interests! But I'm a soldier! I graduated from West Point, I served in the 101st Airborne Division, I fought in the Gulf War! What I learned in the military is that for the sake of a mission, one must be willing to sacrifice everything..."

"Come on!"

How could A Chuan tolerate such insolence from his subordinates?

He pointed at the other man's nose and shouted, "You piece of shit, you dare call yourself a soldier? You Raytheon Company dog! Do you think I don't know your background? Before you joined the Department of Defense, you were Raytheon Company's chief lobbyist! You donated five million dollars to my election campaign! You hypocritical scoundrel, nobody, you're just after profit, don't pretend to be so noble!"

The two locked eyes, their hearts blazing with anger.

The Defense Secretary said coldly, "The Pentagon will not approve such a reckless nuclear strike!"

The America has its own unique circumstances, and sometimes the president's words don't carry much weight.

But A Chuan is different.

He revealed a smug satisfaction. "Yes, you bastards always have all sorts of plans and reasons. You think I'll be like Obama, Brooks, and Klopp, easily manipulated and controlled, always doing what's in your interest. You think you can control the White House and deceive public opinion..."

"But Motherfxckers! Times have changed!"

A Chuan held up his Samsung smartphone high. "If you dare disobey my orders, I will tell the whole nation the truth! With my Twitter!"

"I will tell them that President Trump will always stand with the people, but you selfish hyenas, for your so-called interests, are even willing to let that monster land on our soil, harm our people, and destroy our cities! I will expose your true colors to all United States! I will turn you into maggots in the sewers!"

Yes, times have changed.

No longer is it the era when traditional political forces manipulate traditional media, influence public opinion, and stifle public intelligence. Emerging social media platforms have unique advantages, bringing politicians and ordinary people closer together. A Chuan keenly grasped this point and used it to take control of the White House.

He held aloft one of the greatest achievements of the information age, proclaiming his victory.

To protect the lives of his people, he fought relentlessly against the despicable and cold-blooded hyenas. How upright, how righteous, how brave he was—he was almost moved by his own actions.

He had almost forgotten that not long ago, he, A Chuan, was the one who clamored, "Let that monster invade California, I don't fucking care about these guys who didn't vote for me."

The defense minister trembled all over, his face ashen.

For a moment, he even considered finding a psychopathic gunman to kill this beach lad.

But that's the allure of politics.

Politicians change masks without any psychological burden, without shame or guilt; their inner drive is always the same: self-interest.

This absurd black comedy unfolds in the residence of the supreme ruler of the world's leading military power, where political animals defend the rotten flesh in their mouths, devoid of ideals or ambitions.

It has always been this way.

The defense minister finally chose to compromise.

Because he knew that if his answer was no, this mad president would not hesitate to unleash a storm called public opinion.

Faced with the moral high ground occupied by A Chuan, all defenses seem so powerless. Neither the well-connected arms groups, nor the deeply rooted political factions, nor even the military that controls countless cutting-edge forces can withstand such a heavy accusation—sacrificing countless lives of citizens for profit.

As for him?

The water is too cold.

"... Yes, Mr. President."

Preparing to launch a nuclear strike.

He was still making a last-ditch effort. "Our latest smart tactical nuclear weapons can adjust the yield, at least allowing us to start with the lowest possible yield..."

A Chuan refused the request without hesitation.

"No!"

He said, "I don't want the people who saw the flashes of the nuclear explosion to know that we had to detonate nuclear bombs one after another to take down this monster—I don't want them to think I was incompetent!"

"Take it down in one blow!"

"Kelly!" Trump shouted, "Give me the 'Football'!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and an officer carrying a black briefcase quickly entered.

A Chuan took out the "Biscuit," which was a plastic card printed with the "Gold Codes" provided by the National Security Agency. He used it to prove his identity to the relevant Pentagon officials and authorize the launch of a nuclear strike—this would normally require a more complicated process and an emergency meeting, but now, everyone knows what happened.

A nuclear strike was already part of the contingency plan.

Perhaps A Chuan didn't know the significance of this moment, but the Defense Minister understood. He had witnessed firsthand the world's first use of nuclear weapons in actual combat since World War II.

So much history and so many records are being created today.

After the President's order was confirmed, the Strategic Command, which controls the America' nuclear strike force, issued the order for a nuclear attack. The Pacific Ocean Fleet, which was under attack, scattered and withdrew, and the flight formations turned at full speed to prepare for the impact.

A B-2 bomber, which took off from Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri, has been ordered to the vicinity of the target airspace. It belongs to the 509th Bomb Wing, which is responsible for nuclear strike missions.

The two pilots opened the sealed file folder, checked the code number, and exchanged a silent glance.

Half an hour later.

The 340-kiloton bunker-buster nuclear bomb detached from the massive bomb bay of the B-2 bomber and plummeted towards its target in the sea in free fall. The stable tail-rotating rocket emitted a burst of light, and the cone-shaped warhead was a depleted uranium warhead, which would give this nuclear weapon unparalleled penetrating power.

Commanders across the military system watched the signals on the map, the symbols of a nuclear strike continuously falling towards Leviathan's location, awaiting the final outcome.

A general, looking rather disappointed, tossed off his hat. "It's over."

"It's over."

Kang De remained focused and silent, and through his Atmospheric Perspective device, he saw the silhouette of the B-2 bomber in the sky, which looked like alien technology.

"What a pity," he said. "If I had a piece of land here, I could poach an entire Pacific Ocean Fleet and enough bombers to Arcane Council to rubble."

Horus laughed, "Let's talk about it next time—we've already made a profit this time."

"Too."

Meanwhile, the White House has already begun the next phase of preparations. "The press secretary is preparing to give a briefing, the president will address the nation, how's the film editing going? We..."

"--etc!"

In the Pentagon 'White House intelligence room, live footage is projected onto a large screen.

The enormous and terrifying beast seemed to sense the impending arrival of nuclear weapons. It halted its advance, retracted its tentacles that had been unleashing ray attacks, and let out a long, melodious roar as it faced the nuclear bomb hurtling down from the sky. Then, the sea surged violently, and a spray of water spread wildly. This colossal creature raised its massive body, several miles long, from the sea and opened its blood-red maw in the direction from which the nuclear bomb was falling!

A Chuan startled shout echoed from inside the White House.

"It's in! It's in!"

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PS1: Update! Fireworks tomorrow!