"Mr. President, this is—"

Open the door and inside is a vast conference room that can almost be called an auditorium.

In front of a small podium, nearly a hundred seats are surrounded in a semicircle. Behind the podium is a huge LCD screen, which is showing a video of monster attacks in Los Angeles.

The President sat in the middle, tilting his head, raising his legs, and looking at the screen. Beside him, he was surrounded by heavyweights from the country such as the Director of the CIA, the Secretary of Homeland Security, as well as the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of State.

The one I asked just now was the Minister of National Defense.

"The White House Special Intelligence Force!" The president glared at the Secretary of Defense impatiently: "It seems that you are planning to find out the identities of these important people before reporting these non-important intelligence to me, right?"

"Of course... no!" The Minister of Defense was standing in front of the podium and shook his head quickly: "It just seems that there are too many of these people..."

"Can't you sit here?! If you think this room is too crowded, then I need to carefully investigate where the construction funding allocations in District 51 over the years have been used!" The president pulled his tie hard, with an expression that looked like he was trying to eat people: "Do I need to do this? Mr. Cotton?"

"Please take your seat, gentlemen." The Minister of Defense immediately decided not to get entangled with the president who was like this mad dog: "Please allow me to continue the report on the loss of troops just now. The 1st Marine Division, the 5th Marine Corps, the 7th Marine Corps..."

"Okay! No need to read it anymore! I can't remember the names of so many troops. Mike, sit next to me and let your people go to the back!" The Secretary of Defense looked at the President and patted the Secretary of State beside him, and pointed at himself: "You, give a seat to Mike! You, tell me directly, is it enough to be wiped out!"

The Secretary of State got up with an awkward look and gave the seat to the man named Mike's sunglasses. The latter sat down without even saying thank you.

The other men sat neatly at the end of the conference room.

"I'm asking you a question, Mr. Cotton! Look here! Here!" The President waved hard at the Secretary of Defense: "Tell me if the entire army was wiped out!"

"To be precise..." The Secretary of Defense could only grit his teeth and answer this question that made him feel very humiliated: "The entire army was wiped out only to ground forces, including the Army Air Force... The strike and reconnaissance forces of the Air Force are still intact."

"Cause! Cause!" The president slapped the armrest of the chair beside him: "When the meteorite fell in that damn town before, all the damn alien monsters you told me were killed, and that damn meteorite will be sent here for in-depth research soon, everything is under your damn control! Now, you tell me that tens of thousands of elite warriors have been killed in the United States?!"

"This... something has changed..." The Secretary of Defense coughed twice awkwardly: "Our battle situation on the front line was originally very optimistic, and the troops were steadily advancing into the city, but... a new source of infection suddenly appeared in the city. As you know before, the alien genes carried by the meteorites falling in the town of Greendale infected the local residents and turned them all into alien monsters, but at that time they could only spread by causing wounds. But now..."

"What's going on now!" Seeing the Secretary of Defense paused, the president knocked on the small table in front of him.

"Now, it seems to have become airborne..." The Minister of Defense wiped his sweat: "Including the helicopters that carried out ground attack missions, they were also infected... This is a video record sent back by the troops on our site..."

"Can I understand this way-" the president's expression twisted: "Now the original residents of the entire city of Los Angeles, and my elite troops, have been infected and mutated into such monsters, and their number is still increasing?"

"From the situation reported before on the scene? The mutation time after infection is related to the personal constitution? So there will be a different order. Technically speaking..." The Minister of Defense hesitated: "In fact, most people will die from the attack of the mutant after the mutant is mutated. So in absolute numbers... there shouldn't be that many."

——In addition? Technically speaking, this is not your army, but the army of the United States.

Of course, he was not so stupid that he said this to his face? He could only complain in his heart.

"Enough! Is it more than 10 million or more? This is no difference to us!" The President's messy yellow hair seemed to have become more and more messy because of his anger: "Then, plan, gentlemen, I'm going to hear the plan now."

"this……"

Several big guys looked at each other, but didn't speak immediately.

"The country is paying you a salary? Gentlemen! At this time, can't you even get a plan?" The president looked like an angry lion. His eyes kept sweeping over the faces of several bigwigs: "Now it is the last moment of the country's critical survival. If we are unable to save all this? Then the disaster that is happening in Los Angeles will soon spread to the entire California, the entire West Coast? Even the United States!"

"We obtained some samples of the mutant wreckage from the site. At that time, some preliminary research and sampling were also received on the meteorites." The CIA Director cleared his throat: "Have we handed over the samples and data to the medical department? The vaccine is under development..."

"Vaccine?" The president panted: "How long will it take to successfully develop it?"

"This... cannot be confirmed yet." The CIA Director smiled bitterly.

"So, you are going to make us wait for the vaccine that we don't know when to complete, and then wait for us to produce enough injections for the whole American people, and then call millions of soldiers like the last war to fight these monsters?!" The president stared at the CIA Director fiercely: "Why don't you go eat shit?"

"Our air force has not been affected due to its flight altitude." The Minister of Defense tentatively said: "Take off all fighter jets, whether bombers or fighters, use a large number of incendiary bombs to attack, and then..."

"How long will it take to burn all these damn monsters?"

The Minister of Defense did not continue.

In fact, everyone has a common answer in their hearts.

An obvious answer.

But no one dared to say the answer first.

"Okay. Things have reached this point. It seems that we have no other choice!" The president suddenly stood up, broke his silence, and his expression was sarcastic: "Use nuclear bombs to erase all the infected areas from the map!"

When this sentence was finally said, everyone felt relieved in their hearts.

“Infection Area Map!”

The president turned around and called out to the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Soon, an electronic map was displayed on the large screen in front of him.

"The red part is the infection area." The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff took out a laser pen and slid it down the screen: "There are aerial reconnaissance records of infected organisms within the range of Thousand Oaks in the west, Banning in the east, Long Beach in the south, and Santa Clarita in the north. And - this is what we expected to cover the number of nuclear bombs and the spots needed to cover this area."

With the words of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, eight flashing highlights were displayed on the screen, evenly distributed in the red area: "According to our calculations, eight W88 warheads with an equivalent equivalent of 475,000 tons should be enough to ensure the cleanup of the entire area."

"Should?" The president strode forward, pushed away the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and glared at him fiercely: "If there is no deviation in the English I have learned since childhood, this does not seem to be a word that should have appeared on this occasion!

Gentlemen! We are talking about the future of America, even the future of humanity and the entire earth! It has only been less than ten days since the meteorite fell to the ground, but it has destroyed our largest city on the West Coast, as well as nearly 20 million American citizens!”

He picked up a marker from the podium and stroked a fork hard on the screen while talking.

Although the screen was not designed for writing at all, no one spoke to stop the president.

It was not until all the red areas were covered with dense crosses that the president gasped and threw the marker in his hand to the ground.

"Just follow the mark I drew! I want to be sure, sure and sure! Even if we erase the entire city we originally called Los Angeles from the map, it will not turn into ruins, but into oceans, we must ensure that no damn alien cell will survive! Do you understand! Answer me!"

On the screen, the crosses on the Rosemount Nature Reserve are drawn in a very dense manner. However, by this time, no one will pay attention to them again.

"I understand, Mr. President!"

Everyone replied in unison.

At the same time, the president's team channel also heard the pride of praise from the dragon.

"It's a beautiful job, and it's just the same as that vulgar businessman president. No one will see the flaws. It's a perfect decision to send you to a performance training class."
Chapter completed!