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Chapter 541 The Great Xia has attacked!
The Washington Underground City, Command Center.
That soul-shaking pressure still loomed over everyone's heads.
Human adaptability is astonishing.
Especially when "adaptation" and "survival" are linked.
The first wave of pressure was indeed unsettling and unsettling, but it was still bearable.
But the second wave of pressure directly forced most of the people to the ground.
A few minutes later, as people realized that although the terrifying pressure was suffocating, it wouldn't kill them directly, their survival instinct slowly began to overcome their fear.
"Everyone, stand up!"
Jie Shibang, his veins bulging, leaned on the control panel and roared at the room full of slumped staff.
"Will squatting on the ground guarantee survival?"
"Get up! Get back to work!"
His own legs were trembling; the pressure was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on everyone's spirit.
But he knew that if he fell, the Washington would be finished.
He believes that a politician's greatest skill is to remain upright even in the most desperate times, to do everything in his power to try and secure a glimmer of hope.
Amidst Jessbun's almost frantic rant, the staff at the command center struggled to their feet, grabbed onto the table, and returned to their seats.
Some people were trembling, some had headaches, but at least they were moving.
"Very good..." Jesse Bong said, holding his forehead and panting heavily.
Just then, a technician sitting in front of the monitoring terminal suddenly exclaimed:
"No, no, sir!"
The technician was sweating profusely, staring intently at the fluctuating waveform on the screen, his face ashen.
"The vibration wave... the frequency and intensity of the vibration wave are increasing rapidly!"
"The battle is getting more intense?!" Jesse turned his head sharply.
"No, no, it's right above our heads!"
The technician's voice trembled:
"There are numerous explosions directly above the ground!"
"The waveform characteristics are those of missiles and large-caliber artillery shells, and they're extremely dense...like saturation bombing!"
Jessbong's pupils contracted sharply.
Who dropped bombs on their heads?!
Before the question could even be asked,
"boom--!!!"
A muffled thud, far louder than any of the previous sounds, came from above.
The entire underground city shook violently!
The ceiling lights swung wildly, and debris fell in a shower.
The main screen in the command center flickered a few times, and the image briefly showed static.
Everyone's face turned deathly pale.
"This is... a nuclear bomb!"
The technician's voice trembled as he continued to verify the data and report:
"Peak data indicates this is a nuclear bomb with a yield of at least 100 kilotons!"
"It detonated on the ground directly above us!"
Everyone stared wide-eyed.
"The Great Xia has attacked..." someone said, trembling.
"It's the Great Xia Dynasty, it must be the Great Xia Dynasty!"
"Besides them, who else on this planet could drop a nuclear bomb in Antarctica?!"
"Liberty..." a politician muttered to himself.
"The Freedom is now most likely...
Everyone understood.
The Freedom is very likely gone.
Mars and his five million compatriots have likely perished in the nuclear fire.
Great Xia won!
The terrifying pressure of unknown origin that still hangs over them is the new weapon of the Great Xia!
The Great Xia first used new weapons to cripple the Freedom's resistance, and then used nuclear bombs to cleanse it!
Yes, that must be it!
Now... it's the Washington's turn!
Once this reasoning takes shape, it erodes everyone's nerves like venom.
"It's over..."
Finally, someone broke down.
A young communications soldier, holding his head in his hands, squatted on the ground and sobbed loudly.
"It's over! The Liberty has lost! The Great Xia has attacked!"
"They also have those terrifying weapons; we can't defeat them!"
"The United States is finished...and so are we!"
His cries were particularly jarring in the quiet command center.
What's even more deadly is that this emotion is extremely contagious.
Several people's eyes began to redden, some started to sob softly, and some slumped in their chairs, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The morale of the entire command center is collapsing at a visible rate.
As Jessbong watched all this, his expression turned cold.
He turned around and snatched an M9 pistol from the waist of a guard next to him.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out.
The communications soldier who was squatting on the ground crying suddenly threw his head back and fell straight down.
Blood and brain matter splattered on the trouser legs of the person next to him.
Everyone in the command center was stunned.
They looked at Jessbong in disbelief.
This politician, who usually talks a lot about "freedom" and "democracy," just shot and killed one of his own men on the spot.
Jesse B., holding a still-smoking pistol, slowly surveyed the entire scene.
His hands were trembling slightly, but his eyes were steady.
"Whoever dares to undermine morale again..."
He pointed the gun at the corpse on the ground.
"This is what happens!"
No one dared to speak or move; even the crying stopped abruptly.
Jesse B. took a deep breath, tucked the pistol into his waistband, raised his chin, and straightened his back forcefully.
Listen carefully.
He looked around and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"All of this is just our speculation."
"guess!"
"No one saw the Great Xia army appear above us, and no one confirmed that the Freedom had fallen."
"Perhaps those nuclear explosions actually prove that Mars is still fighting!"
"We've already scared ourselves to death before the people from Bie Da Xia even arrive!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, sobering up some people.
An officer gritted his teeth, stood up straight, and loudly echoed:
"That's right! This inexplicable pressure might just be the Great Xia's new sonic weapon, specifically designed to undermine morale!"
"That's right, psychological warfare! Those damned Great Xia people are masters of this!"
"We can't let ourselves collapse!"
Several voices rose and fell, and the atmosphere in the command center was finally no longer as gloomy as before.
Although fear was still written all over everyone's faces, at least... no one dared to break down in public anymore.
Seeing this, Jie Shibang felt somewhat relieved.
He turned around, ready to inquire about the situation inside the city.
"Jenny, what's the situation in the city right now? In each district...?"
He was halfway through his sentence when he looked down and his voice caught in his throat.
His usually shrewd, capable, and impeccably dressed sexy blonde secretary, Jenny, was now slumped on the floor below the command console.
His eyes were vacant, and his lips were pale.
Beneath the elegant bodycon skirt, a dark, damp stain was slowly spreading across the floor.
Jie Shibang's lips twitched, a surge of irritation rushing to his head.
I shouldn't have chosen a pretty face as my secretary in the first place.
It's utterly useless in crucial moments; it's only useful in non-critical situations.
He turned his head away in frustration, his gaze falling on another male adjutant.
"Thompson!"
"Yes, yes!"
The adjutant, Thompson, was holding onto the edge of the table with one hand and pressing his temple with the other, his face deathly pale.
But at least he can still stand.
"What's the situation in the city now?" Jesse asked.