Bombardment

NASA's reply came in.

"Operation failed. Cezanne has entered a residential area. We are mobilizing troops and fighter jets to suppress him."

Everyone in the command room froze.

"Reply and ask why it failed. Didn't they have Armed Helicopters? Couldn't the Armed Helicopters kill him?" Chen Zhao asked.

The young female translator hammered away at the keyboard and finished the reply in two seconds.

NASA: "The Armed Helicopters attempted to close in and fire, but Cezanne spat acid that corroded the aircraft. The helicopters crashed."

Chen Zhao was somewhat stunned. Cezanne had shot down Armed Helicopters?

That level of combat power was truly absurd.

There was no other option for now. It was happening on someone else's turf, so all they could do was wait and see.

Maryland.

Dawn was just breaking. The sky remained a deep blue, with stars still twinkling.

A broad highway stretched through the wasteland. The pavement had cracked, and huge trenches scored its surface as though tanks had rolled over it. Green slime still filled the trenches, bubbling away. A few flies drifted over and landed on the slime. Before they could even rub their forelegs together, they sizzled and were corroded away.

At the end of the trenches, a green monster the size of a small hill rumbled forward, now as tall as a three-story building. When its eyes opened, there were not merely two—giant eyes ringed its entire head, glowing with a dim yellow light. It looked more like something from a horrifying sci-fi film than a creature anyone could believe had mutated from an astronaut.

A sedan drove toward it, its driver dozing at the wheel.

Only when the car came within thirty meters of the monster did the driver jolt awake and slam on the brakes.

White smoke rose from