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"We won!"

The supernatural beings by the moat wept with joy. When the traffic police came back with the photographer flashing, everyone immediately gathered around, raised the photographer above his head, threw it into the sky, and cheered.

In the command tent on the other side of the city, the brigade executive officer, combat commander, deputy operations section chief, intelligence officer and other military officers couldn't help getting up from behind the table, hugging each other with smiles and patting their backs.

On the central display screen of the command tent, a video screen from the operational command room of the White House in Washington was projected. The Secretary of State sitting next to the president clapped his hands: "Very well done, General."

The army general accepted the praise with a smile, "It is my honor, sir."

"America will remember your contribution, and the world will remember your contribution."

The president smiled and nodded, "Let's go and recover the Weiyuan matter now. If the test subject is confirmed to be dead, then the confrontation in the Western Pacific is unnecessary. The United States will be great again."

"Yes, sir!"

The general saluted, then turned and shouted to the subordinates in the tent: "Everyone has heard the president's words, act now! Don't let go of even one gram of Weiyuan matter!"

The liaison officer, air assistance officer, fire assistance sergeant and others sat down again, put on their earphones, and commanded the various teams in the Tokyo city area to carry out the finishing work.

Mechanized infantry marched into the ruins of the city,

The engineering soldiers took the lead, driving the bulldozers to push away the rubble and broken bricks on the road, followed by armored vehicles and infantry.

Among the ruins of the city, dense and disorderly silver-white threads can be seen everywhere.

These silk threads are not only like spider webs, but also like lichens and slime molds. They cover from the roofs of high-rise buildings to the green belts on the roadsides, and even penetrate deeply into the ground, spreading for an unknown distance.

A soldier curiously reached out and touched the spider web thread, and immediately made a deep bone incision with his fingertips. It took a few seconds before he felt severe pain, and blood gushed out.

The company commander rushed over and glanced at his injuries, and cursed, "You idiot! Military doctor, bandage this stupid ass!"

With this lesson learned, the rest of the soldiers no longer dared to act rashly, and engineers had to use hydraulic pliers to cut off the silk threads encountered on the road before they could pass.

Stopping and stopping like this, a small team finally arrived at the final location of the missile explosion under the guidance of satellite navigation.

It was originally a European-style building, but it was affected by the missile explosion and most of it collapsed.

The engineer holding a metal detector detected a strong signal under a collapsed wall.

At this time, the coalition forces of supernatural beings from various countries have also arrived.

Martial Daoist and several other physical enhancers moved away the ruined walls,

Then, the supernatural beings who control the soil and rocks will sweep away the sand and dust.

In the pit created by the explosion, stood a human corpse.

His hair and clothes were lost, his skin was charred and carbonized, his left eye socket and the back of his head were pierced by an arrow, and his jaw, heart, abdomen, ribs and an arm were all destroyed by missiles.

Even so, he still maintained a standing posture, and a large number of silk threads spread from his body, deep into the rock formation.

Everyone looked at the dead body with different eyes, some hated relatives and friends being killed, some feared witnessing superhuman power, and some unconsciously longed for the strong.

"It's really unimaginable. After only a few hours of awakening the ability, I have this level of power."

A Korean superhuman said in amazement: "If you give him more time to learn how to maximize control and use his abilities, I'm afraid the modern army can't do anything to him, right?"

"It's a pity. You know, he is a Korean."

Another Korean superhuman, thinking of the news that the Japanese TV station lied about before, couldn't help but jokingly said.

"Do you think this is funny?!"

The high school student who could understand a few words of Korean glared at them and shouted, "A lot of people died this night!"

"Calm down, young man."

The traffic policeman patted him on the shoulder, telling him not to be so excited, the other party came to help after all.

When the supernatural beings quarreled,

The U.S. military commander on the scene received instructions from the headset to ask the engineering battalion to drive in the engineering vehicle, preparing to pack the corpse and the silk thread under his feet and dig it away.

According to the think tank team, those silver-white silk threads in the city are all made of metals using Weiyuan materials. Although the performance is excellent, it is comparable to special alloys.

But it can also be reproduced in a conventional laboratory.

Only the black silk thread is the body of the Weiyuan substance, and every gram cannot be copied, so it is extremely precious.

"... Things have come to this point, isn't it caused by you Japan yourself?"

The quarrel was still going on, and the Korean supernatural person sneered: "It's fine to cheat or kidnap,

After being tied to the laboratory, it was able to wake him up.

So many people have died and so many buildings have been destroyed, all of which are your own responsibility. "

"nonsense."

The high school student wanted to refute, but suddenly thought of something from the other party's words.

destroy buildings.

building.

He ignored the Korean supernatural being who was still talking trash, stepped back half a step, carefully observed the ruins of the building in front of him, and his face became paler.

"high"

He turned his head slowly, his voice trembling, "Mr. Takagi."

Takagi, who was holding up the phone and discussing the follow-up transfer of citizens with the senior Japanese government, heard the call, held down the phone and turned his head, "What's wrong?"

"This is the Bank of Japan, right?"

"1-1, 2-chome, Motoshicho, Nihonbashi, Chuo-ku, Tokyo. Well, this is the headquarters of the Bank of Japan."

Takagi replied instinctively, and then immediately realized something, his face changed abruptly, and he turned his head to look at the charred black corpse.

Weiyuan substance can absorb metals such as gold and silver to strengthen itself.

"Cut those threads!"

Takagi roared and roared, palms together into a knife, and swung out heavily.

The high-speed rotating air flow turned into several cyan blades, galloping forward along the trajectory of the palm knife, and slashed the silk threads under the corpse's feet.

sand--

The saber air easily split the masonry into two, but failed to leave a single trace on the silk thread.

hum!

The ground trembled violently, and the silk threads under the corpse's feet glowed with a dark golden luster from bottom to top.

Wherever the light goes, the silk thread regenerates vigorously like a tree, differentiates into countless branches, and reconstitutes bones, muscles, blood vessels, and nerves.

Everyone realized that something was wrong, and all the supernatural beings shot together, but in the next moment, the mountain-like power of thoughts fell down.

The few engineers, commanders, and supernatural beings who were closest to the corpse were crushed to the ground and buried in the soil without even humming.

Some people who stood a little further away had their bones cracked and cracked, and collapsed like broken dolls.

The rest of the supernatural beings were stiff and stagnant, unable to move at all.

In the horror and despair of the crowd,

The fresh heart made of Weiyuan matter started beating again.

boom.

The ink silk erosion progress is ninety percent.

The corpse suddenly opened his one eye.