The fog became thicker and thicker. With the location of the four-wheeler as the center, almost one-quarter of the Albuquerque city disappeared completely in the thick fog. Fighters circled low in the sky, using infrared detectors to continue monitoring the target inside. The US soldiers on the ground had to enter the thick fog. With the help of those high-tech equipment, thousands of troops surrounded each other and approached the target little by little with fear.

But at this moment, the center of the thick fog suddenly turned into a fiery red area, and the range was still expanding.

Obviously, there was a fire there.

It is also obvious that the infrared detectors on those fighters are useless, and they can no longer distinguish the originally locked enemies from the background of strong heat sources.

But at the same time, the US commander breathed a sigh of relief because he knew that his nightmare had finally ended, and his enemy obviously aimed at rushing into the city with the four-wheeler and then escaped with the cover of thick fog and fire.

This is the case. When the soldiers trembled for half an hour before finally approaching the four-wheeler, there was no one there, and only a playboy was unscrupulously laughing at them.

As for where their enemies were gone, these soldiers were not interested in caring. He finally left. This is important. There are still a large number of residents in this urban area who were hastily not evacuated. They were fleeing their homes in panic, with a total of at least tens of thousands of people. Who can know which one he became in the thick fog?

The war in Albuquerque is finally over.

But the war in another small town began.

Los Alamos.

A small city that is based on Chinese standards at most is an ordinary township, but the city is not as famous as New York, Washington, Philadelphia, which is much smaller, because there is the birthplace of the world's first nuclear weapon, Los Alamos National Laboratory.

"Is it Dr. Cui?"

Two hours later, a gentle and gentle young white man knocked on the door of a resident's house. Most of the people living in this small town were laboratory staff, and so did this house.

"I am, is there anything you have to do?" said the middle-aged Chinese man who opened the door in confusion.

"It's nothing. I'll lend it to you!" The young man smiled and raised his hand, and a cloud of mist that appeared out of thin air instantly wrapped around his head. Immediately afterwards, the important researcher of the Los Alamos Laboratory fell backwards like a decaying wooden stake, but the young man's other hand appeared behind him, and then picked him up and carried it on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, madam, I'm disturbing." Then the young man nodded slightly to Mrs. Cui, who was dumbfounded in the room, and after saying that, he turned around and walked towards an old Cadillac station wagon parked outside.

Mrs. Cui woke up and let out a heart-wrenching scream behind him.

"Quick, aim at the target!" But just as Boss Wang was carrying his prey and opening the car door, a sharp brake sound and a chaotic roar suddenly sounded on his right.

A team of US troops who came to the protection laboratory from Albuquerque happened to arrive.

"It's really troublesome!"

Boss Wang said helplessly as he looked at the at least one battalion of US troops who were rushing to get out of the car, and then threw Dr. Cui, who was blown down by Yi Mi, into the car. As the guns and cannons sounded across the opposite side, he pretended to be a thrust and raised his right hand, and pointed to the direction of the Los Alamos Laboratory very casually. Then he saw a ball of explosive flames rising in the priceless building complex.

"Stop!" a major leading the team screamed like a collapsed major.

The guns stopped immediately.

Everyone was stunned at the messy Los Alamos Laboratory, when the scientists and staff ran out of the buildings in panic.

"Open the fire!" the major yelled.

The sound of gunfire sounded again.

Boss Wang held a small stick that suddenly appeared in his hand, and waved it gracefully like a band commander. Then the explosion flames rose again in the laboratory complex, and the scientists who had just ran out were in trouble. If these recoilless cannons in the room, the firepower of the rapid-fire mortars would not have fatal damage to them. But now when they ran outside, they were purely slaughtered. The shrapnel scattered shrapnel made these national treasures for the US emperors blow up one by one, and they would run back smartly. There was also an emergency shelter-free basement inside to protect them.

The major was stunned and looked at each other with his soldiers. They could not understand why the shells they fired turned around, which was unscientific.

The principle is actually very simple. All shells turned into arcs in the middle, and they would certainly turn like a bunch of boomers. This is even simpler for Boss Wang than breaking them down. The only brain-consuming thing is how to calculate the ballistics and calculate the degree of deformation, but it is not worth mentioning for him who has a brain that is not inferior to a supercomputer.

"Don't you fight?" Boss Wang asked purely.

The major looked at him with grief and anger. How could he fight? Their mission was to protect the laboratory, but now their enemies did not take action, but they themselves destroyed the laboratory into ruins.

But they don't hit someone but they hit.

At this moment, a harsh whistling sound suddenly came from the sky. Boss Wang didn't even raise his head, and waved the stick again, and then dozens of huge explosive fire balls rose up in the Los Alamos Laboratory. These are not those small shells, these are guided bombs or even air-to-ground missiles dropped by fighters from high altitudes. Giant bombs weighing hundreds of kilograms easily turned buildings into ruins and buried the national treasure-level scientists in it.

Looking at the flames rising on the ground, the fighter pilots in the sky were also stunned. They looked at the monitor in front of them in disbelief and confirmed again that the locked one by one was indeed the enemy, but why did the bomb fly to the laboratory? This is unscientific.

"If you don't hit me, I'll leave!" Boss Wang was not interested in the collapsed expressions of the pilots above his head. After he said sincerely to the major, he opened the car door and sat in, then started the car and turned around and drove towards the center of the small town.

The pilot on a fighter plane in the sky immediately felt that the opportunity had come, so he quickly dropped two guided bombs, but just as the bombs left the pylon, the roof of the old Cadillac station wagon below suddenly disappeared, and then the enemy who was driving raised his hand, and the two bombs landed on the only intact building in the laboratory without hesitation.

"Sir, are we chasing us?" A lieutenant on the ground carefully approached the major and asked.

"What are you chasing? Didn't you see that the laboratory was blown into ruins? Is it important to pursue the enemy or to save people? Don't you know the value of those scientists?" the major said righteously.

The second lieutenant nodded immediately, then waved his hand to his subordinates, and quickly ran to rescue the wounded from Los Alamos laboratory.

Fortunately, there were more than a dozen fighter jets in the sky monitoring the enemy, but soon these fighters lost their targets, because like in Albuquerque, thick fog immediately enveloped the town, and soon the fire began to ignite.

At least there is a population of 20,000 here. Those residents who were driven out of their homes by the fire became the best cover for Wang Yue. Together with Dr. Cui, who was controlled by his brain, they became two local residents casually. Then they snatched a car and mixed in the traffic of escape and drove directly to another larger city, Santa Fe, not far away.

In this state capital with a population of 70,000, it would be easier for them to hide it. Here, Dr. Cui quickly solved Wang Yue's big mushroom detonation plan and created a detonation device model for him. He even designed an additional model of uranium bombs according to Wang Yue's requirements. If he couldn't get plutonium, he could directly use this model to make uranium bombs.

Because this guy is also yellow, Boss Wang did not kill him directly like other puppets that lost their value. Instead, he was released after using it, but he gave him another face, a white scientist who was killed by Los Alamos when he changed his identity. The latter is very familiar with Dr. Cui, so that he can continue to play his remaining energy as a mole in this laboratory in the future. I think Lin Ying's group of people should like to get information from Los Alamos' laboratory very much.

Just as Wang Yue was full of new knowledge and passed strict inspections and boarded a passenger plane to Washington at Santa Fe Airport, Rice once again interrogated the prisoner of war she least wanted to see in San Diego's prisoner of war camp.

"What are you doing at the nuclear base?" she asked straight to the point.

"It's nothing. Look, you big powers on land have nuclear bombs, but our Atlantis Empire doesn't have this thing. Our Emperor feels that this is too shameless, so he sent someone to learn how to make it, but you don't welcome him. No wonder he took some extraordinary measures. Besides, it would be a big deal to burn two cities." The envoy replied lazily while gnawing on the cod.

"You make nuclear bombs? What do you do to make them?" Rice sneered. It's no big deal to create nuclear bombs, but it's not something that anyone can do if they separate weapon-grade uranium or plutonium.
Chapter completed!