I made up myths in America

Chapter 135 Suicide Squad, Holy Grail

The other American officials in the meeting room had stiff expressions, and their attitudes were not as optimistic as Vance's.

Especially after they urged Nick Gibson to pay the full amount and obtain the detailed information from the Soviet secret file.

The Soviet study of dragon personality described above further dispelled any illusions held by those present.

Arrogant, violent, cold-blooded...

Such a mythical creature, with emotions far richer than humans, yet so prone to extremes!
Once they find out that his younger brother or older brother has had an accident with them, then...

The people present exchanged grim glances, knowing that if that time really came, it would be more than just Washington, D.C. that would be flooded in the United States, and they had to act as soon as possible.

Immediately after an emergency meeting, a series of orders were issued from the temporary operations command center in Pennsylvania.

The orders received by the Guantanamo Bay base, located near the Caribbean Sea, are the most unique.

Military leaders ordered them to use a submersible to carry a super nuclear bomb with a yield of over 5000 megatons, dive into the Puerto Rico Trench, and carry out a decapitation strike.

"Ah this."

Upon receiving this order, Colonel Mike Stephen, the base commander, felt a chill run down his spine.

They're only a few hundred miles from the Puerto Rico Trench, and he couldn't wait to evacuate, but the military high command pulled this stunt?!

"You will be responsible for assisting the task force in their dive. You may withdraw after completing the mission."

In the makeshift operations command center, Lieutenant General Scott Beryl, who was in charge of the operation, also knew what kind of people these American soldiers stationed outside the country were.

He did not involve these people in the operation, but instead assigned them to coordinate with the task force's actions.

Most of the members of this task force are hardened criminals selected from prisons, each with their own special skills.

Most importantly, they all have their own families, and they love their families very much.

After a round of coercion and enticement, unsurprisingly, they all agreed to participate in the operation. The person in charge of leading this suicide squad was Rick Flag, a captain in the Marine Corps who had just been diagnosed with stomach cancer.

Now aboard the warship that had arrived in the Caribbean, he looked at his five distinctive criminal teammates and said nothing more than repeating the key points of the mission he had just mentioned.

"In order to ensure that my family can successfully receive the subsequent 50 million yuan in compensation, I hope everyone will remember my words."

"Because severe hallucinations occur after entering the water, each person can only emerge from their electromagnetic isolation chamber and operate the submersible to continue descending after the previous person has reached their limit."

"And I will complete the final stage and drop the nuclear bomb."

"clear."

These were words that had been repeated many times before the trip, and no one reacted emotionally to them.

Even before they came here, staff members had already taught them how to operate the submersible.

"Well, let's get started."

Even knowing he was going to die, Rick Flag, who always considered himself a tough guy, felt his heart race this time.

However, considering that he wouldn't live much longer anyway, he took a deep breath, cleared his mind of those useless emotions, and put on protective suits with the other four people, then lay down in the electromagnetic isolation chamber.

After numerous experiments by the military, this electromagnetic isolation chamber and protective suit, which utilizes the Faraday cage principle, has proven to effectively isolate the area beneath the seawater from the terrifying hallucinations that have killed several groups of people.

In addition, each of them received a special injection, which was said to contain serum from a werewolf captured by the military in Mexico.

Boom! ! !
After everyone was settled, the makeshift submersible was lowered down and sank slowly.

100 m.

200 m.

500 m.

1000 m.

As the light from the sea above gradually disappeared, Will, who was operating the submersible, felt as if he were the only person left in the world.

Even though he was wearing protective clothing, he still felt ancient and profound voices coming from the deep sea, causing his mind to produce many hallucinations.

Fortunately, after receiving the special injection, he felt he could hold on. He gritted his teeth and controlled the submersible, carefully avoiding schools of fish that seemed to have gone mad, until he reached a depth of nearly three thousand meters.

This place has become completely different from what people knew. The submarine's searchlight pierced the darkness, and swarms of glowing, unknown creatures flew past the submersible's observation windows.

It was a giant squid that lived in the deep sea where optical fibers were scarce. In 2005, people discovered a living specimen during a scientific expedition to the coast of Japan.

But now, to Will's astonishment, these creatures were everywhere in the three-thousand-meter-deep sea, and each one was incredibly large, with its body and huge tentacles covered in bluish-black scales, and its eyes had turned pale gold.

"Oh, God!!!"

When this scene was transmitted to the sea surface via sonar delay, everyone in the temporary operations command room looked on in surprise, staring intently at the somewhat blurry deep-sea video, hoping that their decapitation plan would succeed.

But not long after, a series of hoarse and unpleasant creaking sounds could be heard in the video that was released.

In the video, Piot, the second prisoner to control the device, said in despair, "No, this is simply an impossible mission!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than it seemed that the submersible had been torn apart by some unknown creature, and the terrifying water pressure of the deep sea crushed the thick can into pieces.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Looking at the screen that had gone black, everyone in the command room looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lieutenant General Scott Beryl, who was in charge of the operation, raised his hand to rub his numb temples. Just as he was about to speak, a staff member walked in and whispered, "Your Excellency, Generals, perhaps you can take a look at this."

As he spoke, the staff member projected the video from his tablet onto the conference room screen.

The image shows Washington, D.C., in a state of chaos after the floodwaters have receded.

The Jefferson Memorial, the White House, and the Pentagon—buildings that held special significance for them—had all become quite dilapidated.

Only the Lincoln Memorial, an ancient building located near the Washington Monument in the National Center Plaza, remained standing and its surface was still faintly glowing.

"This is?"

Upon seeing this, everyone's gaze sharpened.

Meanwhile, in Russia, Norilsk.

After checking his phone three times to make sure he had really received the money, Ivanov couldn't contain his elation.

He never expected that he would encounter such good fortune simply because he was sent to investigate some strange images captured by the National Security Agency's satellite.

"Haha, a billion US dollars!"

With that kind of money, why would he bother being a lowly secret agent?

He licked his lips, which were dry from excitement, and went back into the house behind him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Mason, Niles, and the others were already bound hand, foot, and mouth. When they saw the security agent enter, they struggled violently on the ground.

"Oh, sorry."

Ivanov looked at them and shrugged. "I was originally planning to keep you around to help me find the exact location of Black Swan Harbor, but it's clear that the United States is in trouble itself right now, so I changed my mind."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the gun in his hand, but before he could pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out behind him, and he was thrown forward violently.

Under the incredibly surprised gazes of Mason and Natalie, a middle-aged Slavic woman they knew very well—who, although now overweight, still retained glimpses of her youthful beauty—walked in carrying a hunting rifle. She smiled at the children and said, "Young men and women, it seems I've arrived just in time."

Meanwhile, Nick Gibson, who had rushed to Washington with his team as quickly as possible, was already inside the glowing Lincoln Memorial, gun in hand.

And after discovering that the light was coming from a cubicle on the first basement level, he raised his hand in a tactical gesture, cautiously approached, and pulled open the hidden door.

Chime! !

Suddenly, a room densely covered with countless occult symbols came into his view.

Floating in the room, glowing, was a golden Holy Grail.

"Oh, God."

Even Nick Gibson, the head of the Secret Service, couldn't help but widen his one eye and show disbelief at that moment, though he wasn't a big believer in God.

(End of this chapter)