The main dragon subconsciously wanted to check the status of "Leviathan", but as soon as the thought came to his mind, he was too lazy to care.

"Anyway, the system didn't sound the alarm, so everything must be fine. Everything is fine." The main dragon confirmed with the Gaia system.

The system's answer is also concise and to the point.

[Yes, host, your "Leviathan" is in very good condition now, better than ever before.]

The military's actions did not cause any substantial harm to it, and may even have accelerated its evolution. It is in a "cocoon" state, and any attack on it may seem effective, but in reality it will be absorbed by the invisible supernatural cocoon and be completely ineffective.

"Okay." The main dragon regained consciousness contentedly.

Why do everything yourself when you can just sit back and do nothing?

He once again turned his gaze to the two girls in the bookstore, with a kind (obscene) smile on his face, like an old father looking at his own daughters.

"Beep...beep..."

The cash register made a few soft clicks as Tifa expertly checked out a customer who had just bought a book. She turned around, wanting to share her joy at completing a cash register independently with the Dragon Master, only to find him staring intently at her and Jingxue beside him. His eyes were unfocused, and a faint, almost silly smile lingered on his lips.

"..."

Tifa's pretty face, which was originally smiling, fell in an instant.

She walked quickly to the main dragon, stretched out her slender finger, which was still stained with cash register toner, and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Hey! Come back to your senses!"

"Hmm?" The dragon master suddenly came back to his senses and looked at her blankly, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!" Tifa was furious when she saw him in such a state of confusion. She put her hands on her hips, her plump chest heaving violently with anger, and her delicate eyebrows raised. "I was just about to ask you what's wrong! You just sat there, staring at Jingxue and me, grinning like an idiot for a full five minutes! Did you know that?!"

"I wore tight jeans today, but you didn't even look at me?!" Tifa thought aggrievedly, feeling a sense of inexplicable loss in her heart.

However, this nameless anger that had just been ignited was extinguished instantly as if a basin of cold water was poured over its head when it saw the slightly tired face of the main dragon with a hint of distraction in its eyes.

"Oh... I really am... What am I so angry about?" Tifa sighed inwardly. "He must be in a daze again because of the aftereffects, right? That ability that can suppress all supernatural powers, every time he uses it, it must be like overdrawing his life force... He must be very tired right now... How can I be angry with him over such a small thing?"

Thinking of this, Tifa's inexplicable anger instantly turned into deep heartache.

The expression on her face softened, and her voice became soft and full of concern.

"Nothing...it's just...Mr. Atlas just sent a message, asking us to check the news."

"news?"

Zhulong casually turned on the old LCD TV hanging on the wall of the bookstore, poured himself a glass of soda water in the store, and sat on the sofa.

Tifa on the left, Jingxue on the right, the fragrant breeze blowing on my face, watching TV, it’s so comfortable.

The screen flickered a few times and switched to the live broadcast of the White House press conference.

The blonde spokesperson was standing behind the podium with a flushed face. Her face, which always had a bit of harshness and arrogance, was now filled with an almost insane, heartfelt joy and pride!

"Ladies and gentlemen! I am here with great excitement to announce an exciting news to the world!"

The main dragon looked at her excited look and almost spit out the soda in his mouth.

He subconsciously wanted to complain, "Is this woman high?"

But the spokesperson's next words instantly froze the smile on his face.

She spoke in a tone full of the glory of a victor, emphasizing each word:

"The terrifying creature named 'Leviathan' that ravaged the western Pacific Ocean just a few hours ago—"

"We, the great United States, have successfully hunted him down!"

53. This report is inappropriate and should be suppressed. (Two-in-one)

White House press briefing room.

The blast of flashbulbs was like thunder in broad daylight, so intense it nearly blinded anyone. Hundreds of reporters from major global media outlets, like sharks smelling blood, thronged the small conference room. Their cameras were trained on the radiant, exuberant figure behind the podium.

The White House press secretary, known for her sharp words and signature platinum short hair, stood behind the podium, her face flushed. She had changed into a well-tailored, powerful royal blue suit, her face painted with exquisite and impeccable makeup, and the corners of her mouth were filled with irrepressible pride and smugness, full of the glory of a winner.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I am here with great excitement to announce an exciting news to the world!"

Her voice, clear and powerful, carried throughout the room through the loudspeaker, full of unquestionable authority. "The terrifying creature named 'Leviathan' that wreaked havoc in the western Pacific, just a few hours ago—"

She deliberately dragged out her tone here, keeping the audience in suspense, and enjoying the breath-holding and anxious gazes of the reporters below the stage.

"—Has been successfully hunted down by us, the great United States of America!"

"boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted in excitement! Countless reporters suddenly stood up from their seats, hands raised high, trying to grab a chance to ask questions. The sound of shutter clicks, exclamations, and conversations in various languages ​​merged into a clamorous torrent.

"Silence! Silence!" The spokesperson raised his hand and pressed it down, a calm smile on his face, as if in control. "I know you all have a lot of questions, but please allow me to finish what I'm saying."

She cleared her throat and continued to read the victory report that she had prepared long ago in her rhythmic and dramatic tone.

"Yes, you heard correctly! Under the wise leadership of the President, and thanks to the tireless efforts of our Ministry of Defense and scientific research teams day and night, we have not only successfully analyzed the behavioral patterns and physiological habits of this behemoth, but also, using our world-leading super artificial intelligence system, have established an accurate predictive model of its movements! It is precisely because of this absolute advantage in technology and wisdom that our Pacific Fleet was able to set a precise trap at the lowest cost, carrying out a surgical, decisive and annihilating strike on this terrifying creature that threatens global navigation safety!"

"More importantly," the spokesperson said with a faint smile, dropping another bombshell that would silence environmental organizations worldwide. "In this operation, we used a brand-new, absolutely clean 'directed energy weapon'! I can solemnly promise the world here that the entire operation did not cause any radioactive contamination to the marine environment of the Western Pacific! Any country or organization that expresses doubts about this is welcome to send their own exploration teams to the incident area for on-site, open and transparent testing!"

This statement is of course nonsense. Directed energy weapons were naturally fabricated on the spur of the moment. They were only created in a press release a few hours ago and are not even a PPT.

That's totally an excuse to make up for the inexplicable disappearance of radiation.

But what does it matter?

"It's absolutely perfect! This rhetoric is flawless!" The spokesperson was incredibly proud of it. "It not only demonstrates our formidable military power, deterring any ambitious adversaries, but also secures both the technological and moral high ground! As for that damn radiation from the nuclear bomb... well, it's mysteriously vanished anyway, leaving no evidence! Even the most radical environmental groups couldn't find anything, so who can say anything?"

As for why the radiation disappeared...

do not know.

At present, the scientific team studying the extraordinary has not been able to find a clear explanation and can only make unfounded guesses - the radiation may be neutralized by some substance in the monster's body. Subsequent research may reveal some clues.

The military and the White House adopted this argument without hesitation, which would allow them to win.

As for whether the monster will undergo any changes?

Absolutely not!

After several rounds of damage, theoretically, the monster should be dead!

The blonde spokesperson also threw out a "bombshell" amidst the amazement and "winning" mood!

"In order to allow the entire world to witness this historic victory and demonstrate our resolve and ability to safeguard global maritime security, we have decided," she paused, a benevolent smile flashing across her face, "to allow journalists from various media outlets to freely film and report on the entire process from a safe distance as the wreckage of the Leviathan is dragged to Pearl Harbor in Hawaii! Let the world see for themselves that this once-mighty monster is now just another piece of the trophy collection of our great United States!"

……

Anduriel, underground base, emergency meeting room.

A high-definition video of the White House press conference played on a loop on a giant holographic screen. Atlas Graham's face, always one of deep thought, was now so gloomy it looked like water dripping from it. He tugged at his tie irritably, crossed his arms, and paced back and forth in front of the expensive conference table, crafted from a single block of obsidian. His high-end handmade leather shoes made a dull, muffled "clack, clack" sound on the floor.

"What a bunch of damned, arrogant idiots!"

Atlas cursed under his breath, picked up a cup of cold black coffee on the table, and took a big gulp.

"They have no idea what they're playing with! They know nothing about 'Supernormal', yet they're eager to label it 'Made in the Federation' and use it as a tool to maintain hegemony! Do they really think they can control the situation forever with that flawed 'AI model' and luck?!"

"It's incomprehensible! This completely goes against the Lord's will! 'Supernatural power' is God's warning and test to this fallen world, the fire of trial to sift out the 'righteous'! It's not a toy for these politicians, whose souls have been corrupted by power, to use to flaunt their power!"

Louis and Aaron also had serious expressions.

"That monster called 'Leviathan'... I haven't seen it in person, but just from watching the video, I know it's far more powerful than us." Electricity flickered restlessly at Louis's fingertips. "The federal government actually managed to take it out? This proves that their extraordinary technology might be even more advanced than we imagined... If this continues, the gap in power between us and them will only widen."

Zhulong leaned on the sofa in the corner of the conference room, looking at these "partners" who were as worried as ants on a hot pan, and tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

"Anxious and angry? Isn't that just right? The more anxious you are, the more pressure the federal government's actions have put on you. The greater the pressure, the more intense the emotional fluctuations, and the more satisfying it is for me to harvest my wishes!"

The main dragon thought happily in his heart.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly in a steady tone, as if stating an objective fact.

"Everyone, please be patient."

Everyone's eyes were instantly focused on him.

"The Federation and the military, knowing so little about the 'supernormal', rushed to launch this operation," the Dragon Lord's gaze swept over the crowd, as calm as a bottomless lake. "This is a complete gamble. They're betting that their intelligence is accurate, that the monster will follow their script, and that their weapons will work the first time."

"Yes, this time, they won the bet."

The master dragon spread his hands and smiled, which made him feel relieved. He finally didn't have to keep a straight face and hold back his smile.

"But gamblers can't always win. Who knows, that so-called 'Leviathan' might do something... interesting on the way back to Hawaii?"

Of course he wasn't panicking.

Through the connection with Gaia's dream, he could clearly sense that although the "Leviathan" seemed to be battered all over by the huge energy of the nuclear explosion, its vital signs seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

But at this moment, after absorbing the massive amount of radiation remaining after the nuclear explosion, its condition has not deteriorated. Instead, it is undergoing some more terrifying transformation from the inside out at an astonishing speed!

To it, the W80 tactical nuclear warhead is not a deadly poison, but a dose of... a tonic pill with a slightly stronger medicinal property!

However, the tonic had a strong aftereffect, causing it to temporarily fall into a state of suspended animation as if it was "too full and needed to digest".

Just like what happened to Yabe Ryu.

Even better...

In his mind, the reminders of obtaining wish power that refreshed like a waterfall made him feel so happy!

[+50000 wishes, stemming from the global public's shock and heated discussion about the "American Hunt for Leviathan" incident!]

[+10000 willpower, stemming from the ecstasy of the federal government's top brass and their strong ambition to control extraordinary power!]

……

"Keep going! Don't stop!" The main dragon shouted frantically in his heart, but he had to force a calm expression of "everything is under control" on his face, and the muscles on his face were almost cramping from holding it in.

……

Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant, New York.

Mike, a security officer responsible for regular inspections of the nuclear waste storage site, was wearing headphones, listening to the passionate commentary of "The Hunt for Leviathan" on Fox News on his mobile phone, humming a country tune, and driving the shabby electric patrol car slowly in the empty factory area.

"Ha! Well done! We should teach those ignorant monsters a lesson!" He excitedly waved his fist, following the lead of the blonde news anchor. "Those bullshit 'mythical creatures' must kneel before our great United States!"

He leisurely parked his patrol car at the entrance of the storage yard, then picked up the heavy, yellow and black Geiger counter and prepared to start his boring but well-paid routine inspection today.

Mike hummed a little tune and walked briskly into the "steel forest" composed of hundreds of huge concrete shielding steel barrels.

Then, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

"Clap."

The smartphone in his hand, which was still broadcasting the news of the "Great Victory", slipped from his powerlessly loosened fingers and fell heavily on the gravel-covered ground. The screen shattered instantly and the sound stopped abruptly.

His knees went weak and he collapsed uncontrollably to the ground. His eyes were wide open with extreme fear and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, but no sound came out.

In front of him, the hundreds of huge concrete isolation tanks that were supposed to be indestructible and stored high-level radioactive nuclear waste were all... torn apart!

It was like being torn apart in half by an invisible prehistoric beast in the most brutal and brutal way!

In the hideous gap, one could see the twisted, torn, tens-centimeter-thick steel lining. And the deadly nuclear fuel rods that were supposed to be stored inside were now... missing!

Not a single one is left!

"Die... I'm going to die..." A thought flashed through his mind like a cold poisonous arrow, instantly piercing through all his rationality. "Such a high concentration of radiation... I'm dead! I'm going to rot!"

He lowered his head in horror and looked at the Geiger counter in his hand, which was still making a slight beeping sound.

However, when he saw the numbers displayed on the instrument clearly, the expression on his face changed from extreme fear to a more bizarre confusion full of absurdity and confusion.

The reading on the counter did not instantly explode as he had imagined. Instead...

On the contrary, it was a little lower than the last time he came for a check-up.

"This...what's going on?" Mike looked blankly at the instrument in his hand that showed the "safe" reading, and then looked at the hellish scene in front of him. He felt that his brain had completely crashed.

"Is the equipment broken?"

He immediately called the engineer.

When the engineers and emergency personnel wearing thick anti-radiation suits arrived, they also looked at each other in bewilderment.

No matter what equipment is used to measure, there is no abnormality in the radiation value, and it is even lower than the historical value!

Looking at the steel and cement container that was torn apart by the giant claws, the engineers immediately realized the seriousness of the situation - they were afraid that they had offended the extraordinary!

This abnormal situation report, which was full of weirdness and contradictions, was quickly reported to the federal government's emergency response center at the highest level through encrypted lines.

However, at this moment, the White House is immersed in the joy of the great victory of "Hunting Leviathan".

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