Chapter 254 The New Vegas Massacre

This time the private conversation between the president of the new United States and an underground organization ended quickly.

Walker was not surprised by the result.

Regardless of whether they are awake or not, people are driven by interests.

No matter how much shadow Bai Tangjing has left in the hearts of these remnants, it is a fundamental issue related to the development and survival of the organization.

Is it possible that he didn’t take action because he was afraid?

Where in the world is there an environment as chaotic and closed as Africa?

South America and East Asia are not closed enough, and the rest are not chaotic enough.

This is their only option.

The world is always so cruel. You think the world is big, but in fact there are very few choices.

Alan Jonah is a qualified organizational leader, so even though his face in the holographic projection was as uncomfortable as eating shit, he still nodded in the end.

And it’s not like I don’t exert any effort or bleed.

The communication module on the prosthetic body was activated again, and the signal was forwarded to the distance through the satellite.

But what is different from the previous two times today is that the target this time is space.

A giant space station in lunar orbit—New Vegas.

It is different from the wave of space exploration that gradually died down in the 1990s.

After the explosive growth of science and technology, in view of the "harsh" biological environment on the earth.

People were surprised to find that even natural environments like Mars or the Moon do not seem to be unacceptable.

After all, harsh natural environments can be transformed, predicted, and effectively defended or avoided.

Simply put - human resources are available.

But when faced with a Titan who is a highly intelligent creature, he might just do whatever he thinks of.

Rather than handing over their lives to a group of creatures, people are actually more willing to face the harsh environment of the outside world on their own.

As a result, the space exploration capabilities of various countries have also developed during this period.

New Vegas, a lunar-orbiting space station affiliated to the New United States, is one of the very few profitable space stations in the world.

This is not because of superb skills or other factors.

It's because this space station is not a space station used for outer space research at all.

It is an ultra-high-priced hotel, a luxury casino, and an extraterrestrial territory with even thinner legal control.

The research institute that was originally supposed to carry out research to expand the living space of mankind has now been completely commercialized and turned into a profit point for the New United States.

There are also gold sales caves and refuges for wealthy businessmen and powerful people.

Although Titan crises are not common, they still refuse to stay on the ground. They spend money that ordinary people can't earn in a few lifetimes, just to book a room on this space station.

By the way, rooms are charged on a daily basis, and those with the shortest reservation paid their money fifty years later.

A tall and thin man, hugging his hot female companion, is now wandering in this paradise of money.

The signal that spanned 380,000 kilometers lit up on his retina with white pupils on a black background.

"Oh ho!"

The tall and thin man raised his eyebrows, pushed away his female companion, and floated to the porthole of the space station alone.

Here you can overlook the lonely and vast silver-white lunar soil.

Every time the positions of the moon and sun change, the scene of majestic and boundless shadows dividing the entire celestial body into yin and yang is shocking.

It's a pity that most people have long been tired of seeing it, so it's actually very quiet here.

Communication is connected.

The first sentence he said to the other person was: "Edward Wu, listen, Bai Tangjing is out of prison."

The entire communication process from beginning to end is just this sentence.

Subsequently, the communication spanning 380,000 kilometers was hung up without any delay.

Then, Edward Wu's prosthetic body received a piece of information.

To be precise, it's half. It's half of the defense layout of the outpost of the Emperor Organization where Scylla, the source of the power of his current body and the original body of the behemoth gene, is located.

Edward Wu, a former killer, is familiar with this kind of situation.

That drawing is both a reward and a tool to perform tasks.

He could tell that even though the other party in the communication had used cover-up procedures, he was still the President of the New United States.

But. who cares?

"Haha, haha!"

The originally calm and carefree face, reflected in the porthole, had been distorted by a ferocious smile, making it almost inhuman!

excited!

So fucking excited!

From the moment the communication conversation ended, I couldn't help but feel so excited!

"Finally. You are finally. Bai Tang Jing!"

He was so excited that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Open wide, grin, and the sharp teeth almost break the exaggeratedly angled lips!

He stared blankly across the lunar soil beneath his feet to the blue celestial body in the distance.

Saliva full of desire flowed down from the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

Everyone in New Vegas's Banquet Hall No. 36 seemed to feel an inexplicable sense of fear and chill in an instant.

Either they were in suits or leather shoes, or they were hot and enthusiastic people, all nervously patrolling around, their bodies trembling.

But the feelings of these weak things have nothing to do with Edward Wu.

His long and thin palms were now gently pressed against the porthole, and even his cheeks were pressed against it because of his excessive desire for certain things on earth.

Scylla, a titan that looks like a giant spider with an octopus head.

It possesses all the god-like qualities of the Titans.

Among human beings, every strong man who pushes his power to the point of shattering half a million barriers is longing for the same thing.

With their supreme passion and terrifying will, they have pushed their life levels to the same level as their original genetic body.

So the next thing happened naturally.

Who can resist a fight with their Primarch?!

Am I stronger or you?

Can I kill you?

can you kill me?

This is so much fun! So much fun!!

They are madly eager to fight and fight with the corresponding giant beasts! Then prove who is stronger!

This is not a big problem, it should be just another manifestation of the crazy desire to fight of the giant beast.

But everything changed after three months of fighting between that South American man with a muscular mountain and a strength of 560,000 horses - Oliba, and his genetic primarch Methuselah who woke up in Munich.

Never sleep, never slack off, never hesitate.

The passionate war cries and hearty laughter can even be heard all the way from Germany to the other side of the Taiwan Strait where the sun never sets!

The land turtle wrapped in rocks, and the muscular mountain. They used Titan attacks on each other crazily.

Wrap the surrounding rocks and land around you, and then hit the opponent hard!

After Oliba's [Titan Armor] was activated at full strength and then covered with bedrock armor strengthened by Titan energy, he was actually indistinguishable from his Primarch!

The three-month battle between the two leveled all the hills within Munich.

Those hundreds of billions of tons of rocks and soil were manipulated and wrapped around themselves again and again.

Strengthen, smash each other, then break and splash.

The entire Munich, after three months of tug-of-war, was completely transformed into an area surrounded by ringed mountains!

The horizon was blown down by two creatures for more than a hundred meters!

After the war, there was no distinction between life and death. Their vitality and defense were outstanding even among the giant beasts and Titans.

You can't kill the opponent at all.

Then
To be continued...