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The soldiers in the tank company burst into laughter over the channel.

"A monkey is still a monkey. I bet a hundred dollars it absolutely cannot... OMG! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

"It did it! It brought the plane down! My God!"

With Luo Yan's superhuman strength and the ability to lock onto targets with his mental power, hitting a bomber more than a thousand meters in the air was truly effortless.

He scattered stones and shrapnel, each projectile hitting its target.

Five planes, billowing black smoke, spun and crashed down high in the sky.

The soldiers of the tank company, including the officers in command, all turned pale as they watched this unbelievable scene.

Using stones to stop airplanes in the sky—what an absurd and fantastical scenario!

……

Without the cover of bombers, Luo Yan easily dealt with the tanks on the ground, and the officers in the command post were completely cut off from the battlefield.

Without human attention, Luo Yan no longer concealed his power. He used his telekinesis to bind Scylla and easily extracted her marrow.

Chapter 125: Use Monsters to Defeat Monsters

Inside the operations command center, Mai Shuai's face was grim, and the other communications officers who witnessed everything looked incredulous.

The monkey used a 'stone' to bring the plane down!

Before today, if they had heard someone say something like this, they would have burst into laughter and mocked the other person's intelligence.

But now, they can't laugh anymore.

Because reality is even more fantastical than stories, there are real-life examples of monkeys that have crashed bombers by throwing things at them.

"I heard that someone in China shot down a plane with a grenade. When I first heard about it, I didn't believe it, but now..." Patton looked constipated and his mentality collapsed.

Mack also sighed: "Alas, our tactical arrangements have become outdated and obsolete in dealing with these monsters that defy common sense."

"Previous wars were all wars between people, tanks against tanks, and planes against planes."

"You told me to throw stones at airplanes. If it were before, I wouldn't have believed it, but..."

Dejected, Mack sat back down and waved his hand, saying, "If we want to win this war against the behemoths, our weapons need to be beyond the norm and upgraded, otherwise we are destined to be no match for the Titans."

"What are your opinions?" Patton asked curiously.

“I…I can’t believe it. I came from West Point and learned things from the old era, those tactics that were designed for humans. It has been proven that they are useless against Titans.”

"I'm not a scientist either. In my opinion, nuclear bombs are already super weapons that I can hardly imagine. I don't know what other weapons could be more powerful than nuclear bombs."

"Patton, you're still young, and your mind is still sharp. What weapons do you think we should use to deal with these behemoths in the future?"

Patton pondered for a moment and said, "General, do you like science fiction?"

McHandshake shook his head and said, "No, I have no interest in those things."

"Oh, then I'll just get straight to the point. I think those laser weapons and kinetic cannons might be effective against the behemoths."

“Laser weapons and kinetic energy cannons.” Mai Shuai thought for a moment and said, “The country is also researching laser weapons, but they are still only in the theoretical stage. It will be a long time before we can manufacture mature weapons.”

Mack then looked around at the communications soldiers and junior officers: "And you? Do you have any suggestions?"

The group looked at each other, and no one offered any opinion.

"Just say whatever you want, everyone is welcome to speak freely."

A Japanese-American in the corner whispered, "Perhaps we can let the behemoth deal with the behemoth."

puff!

Someone laughed out loud.

"If the behemoths will obey your orders to fight their own kind, wouldn't it be simpler to just order them back to their sleeping location and not wake up?"

"Also, how do you control the two giant beasts so that they don't affect us when they fight, and how do you avoid making the battlefield in the city?"

The Japanese-American correspondent blushed, lowered his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I underestimated things."

Mai Shuai didn't blame him: "Although your suggestion is not very mature, it is still a possible way of thinking."

Titans were also living beings, and they fought for resources to survive. To monopolize more resources, Titans must have had a strong sense of territory.

"Just as two tigers will not stay in the same mountain, once the Titans meet, they will inevitably fight. Even without our control, they will fight each other to determine the winner."

"Are we really going to use monsters to defeat monsters?" Barton asked hesitantly.

"No, just as some people object, controlling the monster's combat range is a problem. Without solving this problem, using the monster's power to defeat the giant beast is a double-edged sword. If used well, it will naturally lead to victory; if used poorly, it will harm ourselves."

Mack rejected the idea of ​​using monsters to defeat monsters, but praised the messenger for daring to make a suggestion.

Other junior officers, eager to impress their superiors, also began racking their brains, trying to come up with a way to deal with the behemoth.

"Sir, is it possible to kill the Titan with poison or a virus?"

After thinking for a moment, Mac said, "The most toxic substance in the world is polonium, but it kills life by relying on radioactivity. Titans are not afraid of radiation, so polonium cannot kill them at all."

"How about using cyanide? Cyanide can damage the central nervous system of the brain, and Titans may not be immune to cyanide poisoning."

Mai Shuai thought for a moment and said, "We can give it a try."

"Sir, even Titans need to breathe, and they have blood inside them too!"

"If we inject a clotting agent into the Titans' bodies, or destroy their red blood cells, could we suffocate them?"

"Hmm, that's a good suggestion, but like poisoning, it requires injecting the poison into the Titan's body."

"But as you have seen, those Titans are all thick-skinned and tough; missiles can't even blast their skin apart. It would be very difficult to inject them with poison."

Injecting venom into the giant beast's mouth is far too difficult; the Titan wouldn't be foolish enough to swallow everything.

The person who proposed the solution looked slightly disappointed.

Seeing this, McHale encouraged him, "However, it's worth a try. Perhaps God will be on our side and we will succeed."

Everyone brainstormed and came up with many suggestions.

Some people believe that the Titans lived on radiant heat, so using a refrigerant might have lowered their body temperature and put them into a state of slumber.

Some people say that you could drop a heavy object from outer space and crush the Titan with its gravitational acceleration.

Some have even suggested building giant robots to fight against behemoths.

Humans are truly gifted at killing enemies. The various suggestions put forward by twenty or thirty people in a small office broadened even McHale's horizons.

Finally, he compiled everyone's proposals and had them evaluated by experts to determine which were feasible and which were not.

Experts quickly rejected the idea of ​​using monsters to defeat monsters.

Experts then rejected proposals to create giant robots, laser weapons, and kinetic weapons.

Because current technology is not yet sufficient to create such a super weapon.

The experts praised the proposed methods of using poison, refrigerants, and coagulants, and quickly designed corresponding weapons and began construction.

In this era before the United States deindustrialized, the country's productivity was still very high.

In a short time, McHale obtained the new weapon.

And it was quickly used on Abaddon.

After Luo Yan awakens the Titan beast and extracts its marrow, he usually leaves immediately.

The Titan, awakened by Luo Yan, did not fall back asleep so quickly.

To this day, Abaddon and Scylla still roam the United States, searching for a new place to rest.

Scylla was still wandering around the desolate oil fields, but Abaddon was already getting close to the densely populated city.

We must resolve Abaddon's crisis as soon as possible so that McHale can free up his hands to deal with Luo Yan and Scylla.

Fighter jets roared overhead, carrying liquid nitrogen bombs, as they swept over Wyoming, looking down at the massive structure below.

Abaddon is referred to in the Bible as the messenger of the bottomless pit, the king of plague, and the dark angel of death.

In the MonsterVerse, it is a giant beast that is 80 or 90 meters tall and looks like a locust and a dragon.

Abaddon's entire body was covered in yellowish-green armor. Its head and abdomen resembled those of a locust, and its mouthparts were a pair of large pincers. Its lower body was that of a lizard, with a black, cockroach-like carapace on its back and transparent wings beneath the carapace, allowing it to fly briefly.

As bombers flew over Abaddon, hundreds of canisters of liquid nitrogen rained down.

Caught off guard, Abaddon was submerged in liquid nitrogen, and his body was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

Subsequent bombers continued to drop liquid nitrogen, which, at temperatures below -200 degrees Celsius, covered the earth in frost.

"Success! Abaddon's movements have slowed down. The Freeze Plan is working!" Everyone in the command center cheered.

McHale excitedly added, "Immediately execute the next step of the plan: attempt to inject the poison into Abaddon's body."

The tanks on the ground, upon receiving the order, immediately fired cyanide shells, each one hitting precisely near Abaddon's mouth.

Some shells also hit Abaddon's body, but they couldn't even penetrate his yellowish-green armor, so these shells were of little use.

The cyanide shell that was fired into Abaddon's mouth was swallowed by him instinctively.

The people in the command center began to wait patiently: one minute, five minutes, half an hour, an hour...

Time continued to pass, and Abaddon, who had swallowed the cyanide shell, seemed to be completely unharmed. His frozen body recovered, and he continued his march toward the human city.

"It's a failure. The cyanide that damages the central nervous system is completely useless against the Titan. Continue dropping liquid nitrogen and switch to the coagulant program."

Abaddon's movements became sluggish again due to the low temperature, and a clotting agent was injected into his mouth by humans.

But it still didn't work.

Abaddon is completely unaffected by coagulants. Any poisons or drugs that enter Abaddon's body are either metabolized or directly broken down by him.

Ultimately, Titans and lions, tigers, and the like are completely different creatures.

After tens of thousands of years of evolution, the Titans have become perfect, and any neurotoxins, protein toxins, or radioactive toxins are unlikely to have an effect on them.

Abaddon was thoroughly enraged after his movements were restricted twice by liquid nitrogen bombs.

Upon seeing the bombers approaching again, Abaddon spat out a cloud of yellowish-green mist.

This is a strong acid mist. When a bomber plunges into the dense mist, its fuselage and propeller are quickly corroded away, causing it to lose balance and power and crash.

Special vehicles, armored vehicles, and tanks on the ground, responsible for injecting coagulants, melted rapidly in the thick fog, like snowmen under the scorching sun.