American Evil God, starting with the American rebel leader raising poisonous insects.

Chapter 93 WC! Nuclear!

The factory is already taking shape.

The old Ford plant in the city center has been cleared out, and the production lines are being reassembled.

Technicians sent by Dac Michelangelo were directing operations in the workshop, while hundreds of two-legged sheep were moving equipment.

The chemical plant next door also started operating.

Tony Rossi's men were adjusting the reactor, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of nitric acid.

Carl Jensen stood on the roof of a five-story office building in the factory area.

The weather was lovely, and the sunshine felt warm on my skin.

He took off his coat, leaving only his olive green shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

The cross scar on the back of his hand gleamed a dark red in the light.

He looked towards the factory area.

Workers moved like ants between the workshop and the warehouse, the sounds of forklift engines and metal clanging mingling together to create a continuous, rhythmic noise.

The pharmaceutical manufacturing plant has also started operations.

Raw materials and equipment seized from several pharmaceutical company warehouses have been gathered here, and now they are able to produce basic antibiotics, painkillers, and disinfectants.

Production is low, but at least it can ensure that the wounded do not die from infection.

Carl walked to the edge of the rooftop and braced his hands on the concrete railing.

The wind blew by, carrying the smell of the chemical plant and the moisture from the distant lake.

He took out his phone and opened the Noah AI interface.

Yes, it's a very popular free item.

Carl typed in the question: "How many supplies would be needed to attack Washington?"

The AI's response quickly popped up: "Based on publicly available military data and current production capacity simulation estimates of the 'New Canaan' controlled area. Premise: The objective is to completely occupy Washington, D.C., and maintain subsequent control."

Minimum Requirements List:

"Number of troops: 150,000 to 200,000, with basic training and equipment."

"Ammunition for light weapons: no less than 50 million rounds of rifle ammunition and no less than 8 million rounds of machine gun ammunition."

"Heavy weapons: more than 300 anti-tank missile launchers, with no less than 1,500 missiles; more than 200 mortars, with no less than 100,000 rounds of ammunition —"

Yes, the data was frighteningly detailed, as if someone had compiled all the information so that he could intuitively see what preparations were needed. Karl stared at the screen.

"That's really accurate."

However, there were too many numbers for him to look at, so he simply scrolled down with his finger.

The last line reads: "Given Detroit's current production capacity and resource reserves, the probability of meeting the above demand is less than 0.3 percent."

"It is recommended to prioritize controlling the entire state of Michigan, and gradually expand into Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois, establishing a resource base covering at least three to four states before considering eastward expansion."

Noah AI provided the suggestions and conclusions.

It felt very human.

"Is that so? Well then—it doesn't seem like a bad idea."

He personally didn't have much of an opinion on it.

"The Lord will guide me."

He placed his left hand on the back of his right hand, speaking very softly, as if telling himself something.

He stood up and brushed the dust off his pants.

I should go check on the factory and, while I'm at it, unleash the [Blood Flag Domain] on the workers.

This will not only improve efficiency, but also allow them to feel the power of the Lord more clearly.

He turned and walked towards the stairwell.

My steps stopped.

A line appeared in my field of vision.

Deep red, straight, pointing from where he stood to the southeast sky.

He looked up.

The sky was very blue, with very few clouds.

There's a small dot in the distance, getting closer.

It's not a bird.

The movement speed is too fast, and the trajectory is too straight.

He squinted.

The small dot has gotten a little bigger.

The outline is discernible: an airplane, a fighter jet, with twin engines and something hanging under its wings.

The shape of the vehicle looked familiar. He'd seen it in a National Guard brochure.

Karl's body reacted before his consciousness did.

He pressed the talk button on the walkie-talkie, his voice steady but his speech rapid: "Attention, everyone!"

"Aerial threat. A fighter jet, suspected of carrying a tactical nuclear warhead under its wing. Now, immediately, leave the city. Repeat, immediately leave the city."

After saying that, he released the button and rushed towards the edge of the rooftop.

I didn't take the stairs.

He flipped over the railing, stepped on a protrusion in the wall, and fell. He grabbed the windowsill on the fifth floor, let go, and landed on the air conditioner unit on the fourth floor. He jumped again and landed on the awning on the second floor. Finally, he landed, his knees bending to cushion the impact.

The movements were quick, almost instinctive.

He got up and ran towards the outskirts of the city.

People on the street hadn't reacted yet. Some looked up at the sky, while others were still carrying supplies.

"run!"

Karl yelled, "Run out of town! Find cover! Get down!"

Some people started to move, but most people remained rooted to the spot.

Carl didn't stop.

He dashed across five blocks, leaped over an abandoned car, used the wall for leverage, and scaled a barbed wire fence.

They trampled on the outskirts.

A voice came from behind me.

It wasn't an explosion.

It is a high-frequency, piercing shriek that tears through the air.

Then the world turned white.

It's not white in a visual sense.

It is when all the senses are instantly filled, overloaded, and lose their meaning.

Carl felt as if he had been struck in the back by a heavy hammer.

It's not a physical entity, it's pressure, immense pressure coming from all directions.

He flew forward, crashed to the ground, tumbled, and struck a tree by the roadside.

When he stopped, he was lying face up.

All I could hear was a constant buzzing in my ears.

He saw the sky change color, from blue to a glaring orange-red, and then to grayish-white.

A cloud is rising.

It wasn't a natural cloud; it was a mushroom-shaped cloud formation that rose from the city center, tumbling and spreading out with flat tops.

The lower half of the cloud was dark red, mixed with black.

Then the shockwave arrived.

First came the wind, a scorching wind, like the instant an oven door is opened.

Then came the sound, a muffled, continuous low growl, and the ground shook.

Karl instinctively curled up, covering his head with his hands.

Debris hit my body.

Pebbles, glass shards, and tree branches.

Something heavy fell nearby with a dull thud.

He coughed, and there was a taste of blood in his mouth.

The tinnitus is decreasing.

Other sounds seeped in.

First came a sharp, continuous background noise, like the TV signal had dropped.

Then came human voices. Cries and screams, but they were distant, like hearing them through water.

He tried moving his finger.

active.

Support your upper body.

The world before him was swaying. He shook his head and looked towards the city.

The city center is no longer visible.

The area was shrouded in smoke and dust, and plumes of smoke were still rising.

Closer in, buildings were burning, billowing black smoke.

He stood up, his legs feeling a little weak.

There's something moving in my field of vision.

It is a red line, many of them, densely packed, extending from his position, pointing north, northeast, and east.

Each line was trembling slightly.

It is a hunting dog.

He blinked.

The perception of the [Blood Flag Domain] is providing feedback.

Those who originally lived in the city and belonged to him, a large number of their life signals, disappeared.

It wasn't an injury, nor was it a movement.

It simply disappears.

He stood there for about ten seconds.

Then he turned and walked toward the burning city.

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