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Chapter 1683: Tearing Down the Silo

But Connors's power was too great. After struggling a few times, it climbed out of the trap and continued to pounce on the soldiers.

At the same time, the command center at Minot Air Force Base was also operating intensively.

The commanders watched Connors' crazy attack on the surveillance screen, their brows furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The appearance of this monster poses a huge threat to the base and the entire area, and it must be eliminated as soon as possible.

"Quickly activate the emergency plan and mobilize all available resources in the base! Fighter jets take off urgently and prepare to launch an aerial strike against the monsters; the air defense missile system enters standby mode and is ready to intercept any possible aerial threats!"

The commander shouted orders.

The staff in the base acted quickly. They were busy shuttling between various control consoles and carrying out a series of preparatory work.

After a while, the sound of fighter jet engines rang out over the base, and one fighter jet after another took off from the runway like arrows and flew towards the direction where Connors was.

The air defense missile system also entered standby mode, and the missile launcher slowly rose and aimed at the sky.

The commanders stared at the surveillance screen, waiting for the best time to attack.

Connors rampaged through the encirclement of the US military, and each of its attacks caused huge losses to the US military.

The US tanks were like toys in front of it and were easily overturned and destroyed.

American soldiers fled in all directions under its attack, but no matter how they dodged, they could hardly escape Connors' attack range.

Soon, fighter jets arrived at the battlefield.

When the pilots saw Connors' huge body, they were filled with tension and fear, but they knew their mission and resolutely launched an attack on Connors.

Missiles were fired from fighter jets and whizzed towards Connors.

Connors felt the threat from the air. It raised its head, roared, opened its mouth, and spewed out atomic breath again.

The atomic breath was like a giant fire dragon, meeting the missile in the air.

The missile exploded instantly under the high temperature of the atomic breath, making a deafening sound.

But Connors' atomic breath was too powerful, and although some missiles exploded, they did not cause any substantial damage to it.

Instead, several fighter planes were hit by Connors' atomic breath, disintegrated in the air, and turned into balls of burning flames, falling to the ground.

However, Connors also felt his body overheating.

Its body is like a huge furnace, constantly emitting heat.

Its mouth was also melted by the continuous output of atomic breath. Puffs of green smoke came out of its mouth, and it had to stop to cool down.

At this time, Connors' body surface temperature had exceeded one thousand degrees, but his body was only slightly red. This high temperature was just a trivial matter to him.

It stood there, breathing heavily, its eyes vigilantly observing its surroundings to prevent the US military from launching another attack.

However, it overestimated the fighting spirit of the US military. The US military had already been defeated, so Connors walked towards the location of the nuclear warhead that he sensed.

Deep within the Minot Air Force Base, an extremely sturdy launch silo stands quietly, as if it is the last bastion guarding some destructive force.

The silo cover is solid and heavy, weighing 105 tons, and its pressure resistance reaches an astonishing 7 MPa, which is enough to withstand most conventional and unconventional impacts. However, in front of such a seemingly indestructible defense line, Connors slowly walked to the silo, without any hesitation or prelude, Connors suddenly punched, and the fist with a whistling sound directly penetrated the silo cover.

A huge roar echoed in the base, shaking everyone's heart like thunder.

The moment the manhole cover was pierced, the entire silo shook as if there was a small earthquake.

Fragments of the manhole cover flew everywhere, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound.

Connors did not stop. He exerted force again, shaking the entire manhole cover with his terrifying force, as if showing the world his unparalleled destructive power.

In front of Connors, the launch silo cover weighing 105 tons and with a pressure resistance of 7MPa was like a fragile biscuit and was easily torn apart.

Connors easily entered the launch silo. The silo was dark and narrow, but there seemed to be no obstacles for him.

It quickly found the area where the nuclear bombs were stored, where ten MK21 carriers of Minuteman III missiles were neatly arranged, loaded with W83 nuclear warheads.

The Minuteman III missile, as an important component of the US strategic nuclear force, its power cannot be underestimated.

In particular, the MK21 single-warhead model, which underwent mid-term improvements, has concentrated together the power that was originally dispersed among multiple warheads.

The power of the W83 nuclear warhead is as high as 47.5 tons of TNT equivalent. This is due to the treaty between the United States and Russia on further reduction and limitation of offensive strategic weapons, which required the Minuteman III to convert the MK12A carrier into the MK21 single warhead type during the improvement.

If it were in the past, the equivalent might be larger, because the missiles at that time were designed with separate warheads, but now all the power is concentrated on one warhead.

Connors ignored the complicated background information and only focused on the nuclear warheads.

It moved quickly, using its strong and powerful arms to carry out the vehicles and nuclear warheads one by one.

Then, it began to dig into the ground, deep into the underground rock formations. Its movements were swift and powerful, and the underground rock formations were like a layer of thin paper in front of it and were easily penetrated.

Finally, Connors dug into a huge underground water system.

The water here is fast, but Connors seems unaffected by it.

It continued to move forward until it came to a deserted suburb.

It is desolate and silent here, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional cry of wild animals in the distance.

Connors stopped and knew this was its destination.

Next, Connors began to deal with the nuclear warheads impatiently.

It first tore open the fairing of the nuclear warhead. Its movements were skillful and quick, as if it was handling an ordinary object.

Then, it bit through the body of the bullet, like a child who had gotten his favorite candy, with greed and excitement flashing in his eyes.

Inside the nuclear warhead, deadly radioactive material is quietly leaking.

Tritium gas, a highly radioactive isotope of hydrogen, began to permeate the air.

But Connors seemed unaware of it, and greedily inhaled the leaking tritium into his lungs.

When tritium decays in beta, it releases high-energy electrons, which bombard Connors' alveoli, bringing an indescribable pleasure.

(End of this chapter)