I made up myths in America

Chapter 133 Leviathan

About 6 miles from Washington, D.C., in a wave-shaped building.

It serves as the headquarters of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA).

The staff here had already evacuated half an hour earlier to the branch office in Pennsylvania to continue providing live updates on the massive tsunami that was heading directly toward Washington, D.C.

"To all American citizens listening to this emergency broadcast, according to the latest observations from our weather satellites, this super tsunami, named Leviathan, has not slowed down or changed course as it approaches the East Coast..."

"So if you haven't left the coastal cities of the east coast yet, please immediately head to higher ground in the surrounding area..."

"This broadcast will be repeated three times... Finally, may God bless us and bless America, Amen."

This broadcast rang out almost simultaneously in countless American homes along the East Coast.

Washington, New York, Boston, Philadelphia, Miami...

At this time, all U.S. cities located on the East Coast issued evacuation warnings of varying degrees.

After all, no one knows whether the tsunami will end after reaching Washington, or continue to ravage other cities on the East Coast of the United States.

Meanwhile, numerous U.S. military satellites in Earth orbit had been continuously observing and reporting on this terrifying tsunami for some time.

After the satellite images were transmitted back, they were slowed down and analyzed frame by frame by the White House think tank and the Pentagon, which had also moved to the inland areas.

When the 'Leviathan' reached nearshore waters, it did not slow down like a typical tsunami, but maintained a high speed of 800 kilometers per hour. Finally, some FBI technicians, whose eyes were aching from staring at it, noticed something amiss.

He took a screenshot of the scene he had just seen and sent it to his superior.

After being reported through multiple levels, it immediately appeared on the projection screen in the temporary operations command center where the president and many high-ranking U.S. officials were present.

Because the photos were taken after being slowed down, some of them were blurry. They have been processed by IA and restored to high definition.

An elderly general with graying hair stared intently at the massive black shadow in the photograph, and said with some doubt, "Is that the giant dragon that controlled this tsunami to attack us? Why does it look so familiar?!"

"Because it appeared a few hours ago as well, General Daniel."

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity to appear in public, FBI Director Cash Patel dispatched his trusted lieutenant, Assistant Director for Intelligence Nick Gibson, to give the presentation.

This is a typical FBI agent, cold and cautious, with a reasonable suspicion of everyone. He is extremely capable at his job. Even though he is black and his left eye was injured in an operation to arrest drug dealers, forcing him to wear an eye patch, he still maintains considerable influence within the FBI.

Even with the president's backing and being parachuted into the FBI as director, Cash Patel had no choice but to rely on him.

After using it, he found that it was actually quite useful. No matter what he needed to do, Nick Gibson could help him accomplish it well, which made him gradually rely on this unassuming black agent.

At this moment, in front of the president and numerous high-ranking military officials, Nick Gibson remained unfazed, instructing technicians to retrieve a satellite image taken several hours earlier, and then said:
"It is the black one of the five dragons that performed the sacrificial ceremony above the Puerto Rico Trench."

"After searching all relevant information, we found that the earliest time the other party was photographed by satellite was on the Siberian ice sheet near the Arctic Circle, very close to the territory of Russia."

"I knew it was those Russians who did it..."

Upon hearing this, several veteran generals who had experienced the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union slammed their fists on the table and stood up, shouting that they would teach those Russians a lesson.

The president's eyes twitched at the sight, signaling Nick Gibson to continue.

"Besides Smaug, there are three other dragons, one from the volcanoes of the Svalbard archipelago in Norway, one from the waters near Greenland, and one from the Nansen Trench in the Arctic Ocean..."

Nick Gibson also projected photos of the other three dragons onto the conference room screen.

The difference between them and the black dragon that flew out of the Siberian ice field was obvious. Although they also had huge bodies and a terrifying aura, the other dragons were intact and felt more agile, like living creatures.

Only this black dragon, though equally terrifying, had tattered wings and many deep, bone-revealing wounds on its body, and its golden eyes, molten gold, exuded a profound aura of death.

"So it was dead, and the other dragons sacrificed themselves to resurrect it?!"

Some of the older generals were too old to react quickly enough.

Nick Gibson cleared his throat and began to explain: "That's not the case, generals. After the tsunami left the vicinity of the Caribbean Sea, our FBI sent nearby intelligence personnel to dive into the sea to investigate."

"Although they only dived to a depth of about 100 meters due to water pressure and the lack of a deep-sea submersible, according to the information they reported back at the time, they could clearly hear a thunderous heartbeat coming from the deep sea."

"Therefore, our initial analysis suggests that the mysterious entity that caused this disaster is still in the deep ocean trench for some reason. It has sent one of its dragon minions to control the tsunami and come to us with a clear purpose."

"Within the FBI, some biologists believe that if social structures exist among dragons, this black dragon must be special to that mysterious being. Perhaps we can negotiate with them..."

Nick Gibson paused suddenly at this point, his one eye, which wasn't covered by a blindfold, widening.

"Boom! Boom! Rumble—"

On one of the screens in the conference room, a cruel and merciless tsunami rose higher and higher, completely ignoring the drones hovering in the air, repeatedly broadcasting in various languages ​​that we could talk, and mercilessly swallowing them up with the crashing waves.

Then, accompanied by a series of thunderous roars, a colossal wave, seemingly blotting out the sky, rapidly reached Chesapeake Bay southeast of Washington, instantly submerging the ships anchored there.

Faced with such devastating natural disasters, everything that humanity takes pride in becomes incredibly fragile.

In the southeast of Washington, D.C., near the sea, buildings were flattened and destroyed by towering waves, as if they were sand dunes, under the stunned gazes of countless people.

The Jefferson Memorial, built for the third president of the United States; Capitol Hill, the White House, and the Washington Monument, which are the centers of American political power...

These buildings, which hold special significance for Americans, simply vanished into the rolling white waves.

"God, is this your punishment for us...?"

Many American veterans who had fought in the Iraq War sat on the ground upon seeing this scene, laughing and crying at the same time, like madmen.

The temporary command center was completely silent.

The president stared blankly as his White House disappeared, raised his hand to his chest, and his heart, which had always been fine during physical examinations, suddenly started to ache. His vision went black, and he fainted.

"Commander-in-Chief, Commander-in-Chief, you can't faint at a time like this..."

Amid the screams of others in the conference room, the super tsunami, which had already submerged a large part of Washington, D.C., did not stop and continued to move forward, soon arriving at Fort Reno Park, the highest point in Washington, D.C.

Many Washington residents who were unable to evacuate in time could only come here with their families.

As the tsunami, which had already devoured the buildings, hurtled towards them, everyone was so tense they dared not breathe. Holding their families and children, their bodies trembled slightly, and they prayed in their hearts for the protection of God and all other deities.

But God may have temporarily gone offline and didn't hear their prayers, while other gods and Buddhas did.

Under their incredibly excited gazes, a dazzling golden light flew from the horizon and stopped above the towering waves that were hundreds of meters high. A solemn and majestic chanting arose from it, and golden Buddhist light gathered in the sky, gradually forming an enormous, imposing, and wrathful phantom image of the Immovable King.

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(End of this chapter)