DC Tyrant

Nevada, the town of Ston.

A camouflage color, anyone could see that it was a military helicopter churning the airflow and landed here.

Just like the day when a meteor fell two years ago and almost caused a mountain fire, it broke the tranquility of this quiet, ordinary town.

Sam Lane stepped out of the helicopter, the whirring propeller stirred the noise, the airflow gradually stirred up the dust and sand, and swayed far away. When the propeller stopped rotating, the diffuse dust and sand flowed slowly and silently.

It is the blazing high sun, the day when the sun is in the sky.

He got out of the helicopter, his eyes were dazzling with a slight tingling pain, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

The sun is shining, and the giant sequoia trees standing in the distance are tall and sturdy. They are a natural landscape and a barrier, resisting strong winds and sandstorms and protecting the town.

The town was also caught off guard by their sudden arrival, and some naughty children ran to report to the town public security bureau, the town mayor.

More is gradually gathered together, watching the fun. I wonder why there are people from the military in the town of Ston.

"Lieutenant General, this is a relatively unusual operation of General Vic two years ago. He suddenly came here to help the town expel the mountain fire."

The lieutenant reported.

Sam Lane ignored the crowd standing in the distance, walked towards the town, and said as he walked, "Fighting the fire? That's not what he should do."

"Yes, there was a meteorite falling into the giant sequoia forest two years ago, which almost caused a wildfire. Fortunately, General Vic came by."

"But what's strange is that General Vic and his team are nearly four hours away from here, and they arrived here at about the same time to put out the wildfire. Then they led the troops away, as if they came here on purpose. , and then left."

The adjutant went on to report, raising doubts.

Sam Lane raised his eyebrows, Meteorite and General Vic, which unexpectedly reminded him of many things.

Could it be that General Vic knew that what fell here was not a meteorite, but something else, so he led his troops here.

What did he get?

Reminiscent of the biological warrior created by General Vic, Pamulotti.

Sam Lane thinks it's very likely that General Vic has acquired biotechnology left over from extraterrestrials.

These things are also available in District 51, but they are rare and dilapidated, not many.

If that's the case, it's actually true.

In Sam Lane's mind, he consciously connected everything and guessed associations.

If that's the case, then just finding the evidence and finding the alien biotechnology that General Vic got is enough to bring down General Vic.

Hiding alien biotechnology privately is not a small crime.

Thinking of this, Sam Ryan's heart surged with enthusiasm, and he was confident to bring down General Vic.

Sam Lane led a group of soldiers into the town of Ston.

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

A sloppy young man, covered with sludge, some of the sludge was dry and cracked on his body and face.

Holding the "Pulitzer Prize" he made out of sludge in his hand, he was excited all the way, holding the "Pulitzer Prize" giggling and running in front of Sam Lane.

Leaving mud footprints all the way, splashing mud powder flying.

Sam Lane just paused, let the lunatic young man run past first, and then continued walking with the group again.

The people who were watching behind them were talking about it one after another.

"Mike, it's really... it's noon, and he ran out of madness before he ate?"

"Fortunately, I didn't hit anyone."

"I don't know what the officer came to this town for?"

The people discussed it for a while and then dispersed. This town is so ordinary, nothing can happen.

The biggest thing is that Mike often holds the "Pulitzer Prize" to run around and show off everywhere.

Speaking of Mike, a few women sighed, what a good child! Not long after I became a journalist, I've been insane.

It's really unpredictable, people can go crazy!

Sam Lane quickly found the mayor of the town.

The town mayor is a 50-year-old rough man with a bushy black beard. After checking and confirming that they are from the military, he has no objection to the soldiers who asked to see the records of the wildfires two years ago.

That is to say, it records the whereabouts of abnormal meteorites, ordinary wildfires, nothing special.

"Is there anything special about this wildfire?" asked the mayor of the rough man. He still remembered that the army came here to help put out the wildfire.

Sam Lane pondered for a while, read the information recorded on the mountain fire for a while, and then asked, "Have you found even one of the meteorites that caused the mountain fire?"

"No, they were all transported away by the army," said the mayor of the rough man.

no...

Sam Lane's eyes were thoughtful.

Then he asked the mayor of the rough man to take him to the place where the meteorite fell to watch it.

The mayor of the rough man did not object, and directly led his group of soldiers into the giant sequoia forest.

They were all strong and powerful men. They didn't have to work as hard as Mike before, and they even injured and bruised their hands and feet before they climbed up the hill.

Today, the vegetation here is already lush, and the pit where the Badi spaceship fell is even covered by weeds and shrubs. It is difficult to see something.

A group of soldiers tried their best to infer the situation at that time, but it was in vain.

Sam Lane raised his head to look at this giant sequoia tree and found an anomaly.

For a moment, the trunk of the tall and sturdy giant sequoia was rubbed off and the deep flesh was dented. Although the tree has grown very hard for the past two years, and the gap is covered with bark nodules, it still remains. It looks very striking.

You can make a group of people wait, and imagine how much impact the 'meteorite' has, grazed this giant sequoia tree.

Then according to the mechanics and directional measurements of the professionals brought in, the pits overgrown by bushes and weeds were found again.

In the group, some soldiers climbed up the giant sequoia, cut down a pile of wood in the gap, took it down and put it away, and another dug a lot of soil in the pit and packed it in plastic bags.

These are all about measuring radiation, radiation, and maybe something can be measured.

You know, the reaction of metals is very different from the reaction of rocks like meteorites.

The rough man mayor just looked at them strangely, not knowing why.

But it was none of his business, and he ignored it, but in just over an hour, a group of soldiers had scraped enough mud and chopped enough sawdust.

Following the same path, they exited the giant sequoia forest again.

When I returned to the small town of Ston, I accidentally saw the crazy young Mike, holding his Pulitzer Prize again, and passing by with a silly cry.

The rough man mayor had some sadness on his face, and sighed: "Hey, a good child with a bright future has been ruined like this."

After the rough man mayor sighed, he remembered that the soldier beside him seemed to be checking the meteorite's landing, and he continued: "Mike wanted to shoot the news of the Pulitzer Prize when the meteorite landed. As a result, he fell on the hillside of the woods where he was chasing meteorites, and his brain was broken. Hey, since then, he was happy to think that he won the Pulitzer Prize and ran around the town with mud in his hands."

Sam Lane's heart moved: "Then did he photograph anything?"

The rough man mayor was stunned: "I don't know about that."

Sam Lane hurriedly ordered the soldiers to capture Mike, who was covered in mud.

When he was caught in front of him, Mike was still angrily thinking that these soldiers were going to grab his Pulitzer Prize and kept struggling.

"Have you photographed anything?" Sam Lane asked expectantly.

Mike had seen soldiers before he went crazy, so he had the impression of people in military uniforms looming in his head.

This impression is not very good.

His angry 'bah' spit on Sam Lane's face and roared: "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"

In the frantic struggle, Mike kicked again, almost hitting Sam Lane's lower body.

Startled Sam Lane.

He wiped the stinky spit on his face, his face twitched: "Reporters... it's really annoying."

Even if it's crazy, it's just as annoying.

As Mike struggled, strands of dry mud cracked open from his body, revealing a small camera tossing around his back.

It was hidden behind the dry mud and stuck to his body. I didn't notice it at first, but now the movement was so violent that the mud cracked and fell off, and the camera hanging around the neck was shaken so that people could see it.

Sam Lane was wiping the saliva on his face for a while, then suddenly reached out with one hand and tore off Mike's camera. He wiped the mud from the camera excitedly, revealing a Pentax K1000 camera.

He asked faintly excitedly: "You used this camera to take a picture of the 'meteorite', didn't you!"

Mike got even more excited when he saw his camera, and roared wildly on his dirty and black face: "My Pulitzer Prize!! It's my Pulitzer Prize! My Pulitzer Prize!!!"

The rough man mayor also hurried over to appease Mike. He watched Mike grow up, and seeing Mike like this made him feel very sorry and uncomfortable.

Sam Lane's heart surged to his face for a moment, and he trembled with the camera in his hand.

This lunatic must have photographed something, and as for why he was stupid, Sam Lane even imagined that he might have been fooled.

Of course, everything is in the camera.

Then when he opened the back of the camera and wanted to take out the film, he was stunned.

No film.

"Where's the film?" Sam Lane asked in a daze, and the camera in his hand was broken away by the soldiers and snatched back by Mike.

Mike hugged the camera tightly and swore his sovereignty: "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"

Sam Lane looked at Mike, recovered from his excitement and calmed down.

I was too anxious.

Mike is already obsessed with being crazy, how could there be a film, even if there is, it should have been taken away by General Vic long ago.

He took a deep breath and confirmed that General Vic really got something from the 'meteorite'.

Some alien biotechnology, maybe there will be the corpses of alien creatures.

Create a biological warrior like Bamulotti.

Now it's gone wild.

Sam Lane sneered faintly, the days of General Vic are indeed over.

In any case, he didn't think of it.

Bardi is not a biological warrior created by General Vic, but an alien.