New Chinese people are crazy!" In the base of the American imperialists, the highest leader of the defense army was stunned when he looked at the report. This was definitely the first nuclear explosion on the moon. More than 20,000 people were wiped out in an entire colonial city.

"No, they are not crazy." The liaison officer deployed by the US anti-chaos organization on the moon smiled bitterly: "They have authorization procedures, but the specific reason is that your confidentiality level is not enough, I can't tell you."

"Damn it, when is it? My confidentiality level is not enough? What's the silence?" The commander of the defense army stared at his colleague of mysterious origin and widened his eyes: "The new Chinese people have started growing mushrooms on the moon. Are we the next target? At this time, you tell me that their behavior is legal and compliant?"

The contact officer nodded, refusing to say a word.

"Or it's me crazy, or the world is crazy." The commander of the US Defense Force shook his head, put on his hat and turned around and left the office. He received a notice this morning that an expedited email from the earth required him to sign for it.

He still doesn't know how to write a report to report this "accident". There are more than 20 Americans in that Afrika city. Some of them are businessmen, while others are smugglers sent by the governor. Each of them has their own background of being unable to offend.

Fortunately, this time it was the New China people. No matter how dissatisfied the Governor and the Consortium were dissatisfied, they could only accept this result.

The commander of the Defense Force arrived at the top of the base through his own special elevator, which is usually used to park various small aircraft here. He intends to drag out his small spacecraft that he had not driven for a long time to maintain it, so as to prevent the new Chinese from going crazy one day.

"Hello, sir!" Several clone soldiers saluted him at the elevator entrance, but the expression on their faces seemed a little scared.

In order to adapt to the space environment, these cloned soldiers have made significant adjustments. The bones are slenderer than natural humans, and they use the hollow structure of birds to move more freely in low gravity environments.

However, in this base, the gravity environment still simulates the earth's environment, so these soldiers looked a little difficult when wearing combat suits and carrying rifles. They were over two meters tall and were hunched.

The commander of the defense army saw these clones with disgust and pushed the leader with displeasure. He saw the other party lying on the ground in a mess and left with satisfaction. In the past, he had to kick a few times until he heard the crisp sound of these deteriorated bones breaking.

But today, the situation is special, and he still has a lot to be busy with.

The clone soldier who fell to the ground showed a look of pain and hatred on his face, while his companions moved their steps and blocked the two of them without disturbing the defense commander.

"Hello, sir!" The person in charge of the top apron salon saluted him: "Sir, there are a total of two express mails that you need to sign for in person today, both in Area C."

"Two?" The commander of the Defense Force confirmed the logistics information on his personal terminal with some confusion: "I only received one logistics message from the federal government, where did the other one send it?"

"Military Committee." The head of the apron looked down and checked the news: "It is a sealed box of a large size and requires your own DNA information to open it."

"It's strange. The Military Commission sent me a courier without any trouble." The commander of the Defense Force muttered dissatisfied: "Forget it, I'll go in and take a look first."

The person in charge of the apron opened the air-tight door of the warehouse: "Do you need to ask a few clones to help you carry it back?"

"I'll talk about it later. I don't want them to touch my things." The commander of the defense army waved his hand and walked into the warehouse.

Soon he found two of his own packages in District C, one smaller, kept in an exquisite metal box, and the federal government's email did not write what it was.

As for the other package, it is placed opposite, a metal box the size of a washing machine is printed around it with the military committee's logo, which is prohibited from opening.

Which one should I open first? The commander of the Defense Force compared the two packages, hesitated for a while, and finally turned around and walked towards the package sent by the Military Commission. He was a little curious about why an organization that had nothing to do with him would send him such high-level logistics items, and the box looked relatively large.

The commander of the Defense Force extended his hand and pressed it on the biological detector outside the box. After multiple inspections such as fingerprints and blood, the metal box slowly opened, and a cool white gas spread out.

And where he could not see the guard commander, the metal box from the federal government seemed to sense something, and it flashed for a moment and began to slowly open.

"What is this?" The commander of the Defense Force frowned when he saw a transparent glass container in the metal box, filled with dark green liquid, emitting an unpleasant luster under the light, and couldn't help but frown: "What April Fool's Day joke is this?"

However, the next second, the liquid inside the container suddenly jumped out of the container like life, and most of it was stuck on the face of the commander of the defense army, while the rest fell on the floor like raindrops, turning into green spiders and scattered.

Behind the Commander of the Defense Force, the metal box from the federal government contained a metal gray ball object, which turned into a pool of liquid and ejected himself onto the Commander of the Defense Force. Then, it corroded his exposed skin to black and further corroded into the interior.

The face of the commander of the defense army was sealed tightly by the dark green liquid, and he couldn't even scream. The dark green liquid penetrated into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, in just a few seconds, the unlucky guard commander had been swallowed by the metallic gray liquid substance below his chest and turned into a ball of black toner.

On earth, the big end-of-producers used the name of the federal government to send countless special parcels to various departments of the United States, and express delivery with the military committee sign followed closely, trying to send gifts from the kind father Nurg to all the American officials and elites in high positions.

In coastal areas, the phage seaweed produced by the large end-of-life producers began to seize any nearby organisms with lesions in billions of quantities.

The war has begun.

This is a war between the great end-of-life and the Nurgle Plague. The living organisms in the United States and the total amount of protein they represent are the only factors that determine the outcome of both sides. This will be the most cruel war in human history.
Chapter completed!