Super Rich: Starting the game by going back ten years to buy Bitcoin

The crisp sound of the alloy chain snapping was clearly audible.

Flames swirled wildly inside the isolation chamber, and thick smoke completely blocked the half-meter-thick bulletproof glass, allowing only a faint, eerie blue light to pierce through.

The observation room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the roar of the exhaust fan running at full capacity.

Smith's face was drained of color, his skin sagged, and his legs wobbled like noodles. He clung tightly to the edge of the control panel with both hands to keep himself from collapsing to the ground.

The reliable guy grabbed his white coat collar with such force that he ripped off two buttons.

"This is the super soldier you were bragging about?" The reliable guy pointed at the sea of ​​fire, his voice cracking, spitting all over Smith's thick glasses. "You fucking roasted a Navy SEAL! My billions in annual budget, and all I get is a bunch of idiots who only know how to set off fireworks?"

Smith's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Mr. President... the data is wrong... the alien genes are more aggressive than our calculation models suggest; they are devouring..."

"I don't want to listen to your bullshit models!" The reliable guy shoved him aside, turned to the head agent beside him, and yelled, "Draw your gun! Shoot this fraudster! Now!"

Without hesitation, the head of the intelligence agency drew his sidearm with lightning speed and pressed the muzzle directly against Smith's forehead.

Smith closed his eyes in despair.

Just as the agent's index finger was about to pull the trigger...

"Bang!"

A dull thud came from behind the bulletproof glass, making the floor of the observation room jolt.

The agent's hand shifted, and the muzzle of the gun moved away by half an inch.

Everyone turned their heads simultaneously and stared intently at the glass.

A hand emerged from the billowing smoke.

It couldn't even be called a hand; it was the size of a door panel, covered with a layer of rough, dark yellow keratin, with sharp bone spurs protruding from the joints. The long, jet-black fingernails, several centimeters long, resembled barbed steel blades.

This giant hand slammed into the special bulletproof glass that was strong enough to withstand the frontal impact of a man-portable rocket.

The glass made a sickening squeaking sound.

Centered on that giant hand, spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards with a "crackling" sound, covering half of the wall in the blink of an eye.

The ventilation system finally removed most of the thick smoke from the cabin.

The scene behind the glass was completely exposed to everyone.

A chorus of chattering teeth filled the observation room. One researcher's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, a wet patch appearing on his crotch. The reliable researcher stumbled backward, tripping over an overturned chair, and landed hard on the carpet, his red tie swung behind his head.

The two-meter-tall elite soldier "Grizzly" is gone.

Standing there was a monster nearly five meters tall.

The laboratory ceiling was a mere four and a half meters high, so the monster couldn't stand up straight and could only hunch over. His muscles looked like irregular rocks were stuffed inside, stretching his dark yellow skin to the point of bursting. His thighs were twice as thick as an adult's waist.

Beneath the skin, the blood vessels are as thick as tangled tree roots, flowing with a fluorescent yellow viscous fluid. With each heartbeat, the viscous fluid swells.

He brought his enormous head close to the glass.

His heavy breaths sprayed onto the glass surface, creating wisps of white mist that made the cracked glass vibrate and hum.

Those eyes, the size of copper bells, held no trace of human reason, only pure savagery, chaos, and bloodlust. He tilted his head, his gaze piercing through the glass, curiously and cruelly observing the group of trembling little insects in the observation room.

"Open fire! Protect the president!"

A Secret Service guard's throat was as dry as sandpaper, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably inside the trigger guard.

"Da da da!"

The assault rifle discharged accidentally, and a burst of 5.56mm bullets struck the bulletproof glass, leaving a few pitiful white marks.

This commotion completely ignited the Yellow Giant's nerves.

He opened his blood-red maw and let out a deafening roar. He pulled his right arm back, his massive muscles bulging in layers, and then, like a cannonball, slammed his fist into the center of the bulletproof glass!

"Splash!"

The special glass, costing tens of millions and touted as being able to withstand C4 explosives, shattered in less than half a second.

Thousands upon thousands of sharp shards of glass, mixed with terrifying shockwaves, poured into the observation room like a torrential downpour.

The two researchers standing at the front were riddled with glass shards, collapsing into pools of blood before they could even scream. Their bodies twitched a couple of times before falling still.

"Protect the President! Take him away!"

The head of the intelligence agency roared hoarsely, grabbing the limp, reliable man to his feet. Another agent grabbed his other arm, and the two of them dragged the most powerful man in the world, running desperately toward the emergency escape elevator.

The eight fully armed guards who remained quickly dispersed, forming a standard tactical fire defense line.

"Shoot him in the head! Focus fire!" the captain shouted.

Eight assault rifles simultaneously spat fire, a dense hail of bullets raining down on the Yellow Giant as he burst out of the isolation chamber.

The bullet struck his dark yellow, keratinized skin, sparks flying and a metallic clanging sound like metal striking metal. It didn't even leave a mark, let alone penetrate.

Frustrated by the bullets, the yellow giant let out a low growl.

He took a large step forward despite the hail of bullets, his massive shadow looming over the two guards.

A giant, fan-like hand swung down from above.

"puff!"

There was no sound of bones breaking, only a nauseating thud. Two fully armed guards, clad in heavy bulletproof vests, were blown to pieces like mosquitoes swatted; their upper bodies exploded into a cloud of blood and gore, splattering flesh and entrails all over the wall. Their bulletproof helmets rolled into a corner like flattened soda cans.

The remaining guards went mad; some pulled out fragmentation grenades from their waists, unplugged them, and threw them at the feet of the Yellow Giant.

"boom!"

Sparks flew as steel balls exploded.

The yellow giant didn't even flinch. He raised his thick right leg and stomped on the guard who had thrown the grenade in the chest. The crisp sound of the chest collapsing was drowned out by the giant's roar.

He bent down, grabbed another guard's ankle with one hand, swung him up like a windmill, and slammed him hard against a nearby support pillar.

The entire underground base was completely transformed into a living hell.

With two agents roughly dragging him in, Tekapo finally scrambled into the emergency elevator. Smith also stumbled and crawled in, his face covered in blood.

"Close the door! Close the door now!" The reliable guy lay on the floor of the elevator car, screaming at the top of his lungs, his tie long since flown off somewhere.

In the last second before the elevator doors slowly closed, he watched helplessly as the yellow monster grabbed a two-ton mass spectrometer and slammed it down into the tunnel like a baseball.

The heavy metal door slammed shut, blocking the view.

The elevator ascended rapidly, and the feeling of being overwhelmed made it hard to breathe.

Even through the thick steel plates, the terrifying sounds of demolition, tearing metal, and increasingly faint screams could still be heard beneath my feet.

-500 meters, -300 meters, -100 meters.

Every second felt like an eternity.

"bite."

The elevator doors opened in the ground-level hangar.

The sunlight outside was blinding.

The reliable guy scrambled out of the elevator, and two agents carried him as they raced toward the "Marine One" helicopter parked on the runway.

The propellers had long since reached their maximum speed, kicking up clouds of yellow sand.

Just as the reliable guy was shoved into the cabin, the helicopter suddenly pulled up and quickly climbed into the air.

He leaned over the porthole, looking down, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The sight on the ground gave him a slight sense of security.

The entire surface camouflage structure of Area 51 has been completely sealed off. The United States' most elite heavy armored forces have surrounded the base entrance, making it impassable.

Twelve M1A2 Abrams main battle tanks lined up in a row, their tracks crushing the desert, the muzzles of their 120mm smoothbore guns all aimed at the alloy door leading underground.

Thirty Bradley infantry fighting vehicles were positioned on the perimeter, with TOW anti-tank missile launchers already raised and locked onto the target area. Four AH-64 Apache attack helicopters circled overhead, Hellfire missiles under their wings ready to fire.

Thousands of fully armed Marines established a crossfire network using armored vehicles, and the heavy machine guns were already loaded with ammunition belts.

"Mr. President, it's safe now." The head of the Secret Service handed over a towel, his voice still trembling. "That monster can't get out. And even if it did, the firepower below is enough to blast it to smithereens."

Te Kao Pu took the towel and wiped his face haphazardly, his heartbeat gradually calming down.

Yes, no matter how much it mutates, it's still just a living being. How could flesh and blood withstand the heavy firepower of a regular army? No matter how tough the Great Xia's silver robots are, can they withstand armor-piercing rounds?

Time passed second by second.

five minutes.

The sounds coming from underground grew louder and louder. The sand and gravel on the ground began to pulsate rhythmically, as if a speeding train was rushing upwards from underground.

"All personnel, prepare!" The ground commander, standing atop an infantry fighting vehicle, raised a megaphone, his voice echoing across the desert, "Open fire at will once the target appears! Don't let it get close to the defensive line!"

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The underground entrance alloy door of District 51, weighing over ten tons and more than half a meter thick, was kicked away from the inside by an incomprehensible force.

The massive iron gate tumbled through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing an exaggerated parabola before crashing into the defense line with a piercing whistling sound.

"Avoid it! Avoid it!"

A Hummer SUV parked directly in front of it didn't have time to reverse and was hit on the head by the falling alloy door.

"Bang!"

The jeep was instantly crushed into a pancake, glass and parts flying everywhere, and the machine gunner inside was turned into mincemeat without even uttering a sound.

Amidst the billowing dust, a massive figure bursts forth from the earth, bathed in the blinding sunlight.

The Yellow Giant stood on the ruins, his five-meter-tall body fully stretched out. Sunlight shone on his dark yellow cuticles, giving them a cold, metallic sheen.

He tilted his head back, facing the circling Apache helicopter, and let out a beast-like roar. The sound wave caused the sand and dust within dozens of meters to churn wildly outward, forming a visible shockwave.

He lowered his head, his brutal gaze sweeping across the steel torrent before him. A bloodthirsty fervor ignited in his eyes.

"Fire!" The commander's voice boomed at its peak.

Twelve M1A2 main battle tanks opened fire simultaneously, bursting forth with dazzling fireballs from their cannons.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing round, accompanied by a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, hurtled straight toward the Yellow Giant.

A war of extreme asymmetry between flesh and steel erupted instantly.

(The previous chapter was revised due to review, but this chapter remains unchanged.)