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Navy Pier, South Michigan, Chicago.

Just moments ago, the lakeside dock was bathed in sunshine and enjoyed a pleasant temperature. Now, dark clouds loomed over the area, torrential rain poured down, and surging waves crashed against the shore, creating a terrifying scene.

The tourists who were originally enjoying a peaceful day at the pier have already fled to the resort hotels on the lakeshore and are hiding inside, refusing to come out.

Even so, they still felt completely insecure.

Because right on the lake surface, within their sight, there was a white line of water, and further away, a waterspout stretched straight to the sky.

Amidst thick, dark clouds, torrential rain, and a gloomy sky, the waterspout seemed to possess a life of its own, moving slowly and creating massive whirlpools and eddies across the nearby lake.

This scene is just like the apocalypse depicted in a disaster movie.

"my Lord!"

"mom!"

"Someone, please save us!!"

The tourists in the hotel rooms were both frightened and amazed, staring intently at the massive waterspout and hurricane eye on the surface of the southwest lake.

However, they soon realized something was wrong.

The waterspout and the eye of the hurricane began to move, and the waves around them rose sharply. The waves that had just barely touched the shore were now submerging the lake embankment and gradually flooding the hotel.

But when they began to despair and tried to hide in a high-floor room of the hotel, they discovered that the lake water had suddenly flowed back, and the water level at the lakeside had even begun to drop.

At the same time, the waterspouts and the eye of the hurricane were all moving northward.

Along with the thick, city-like dark clouds in the sky, the gale-force winds, and the eddies and turbulent currents on the water, everything was heading north.

Morikawa Yu stood on the wind, floating in the eye of the hurricane.

He listened to the sounds outside by sensing the wind element.

He soon spotted the four F-35 fighter jets that EVA had warned him about.

The four F-35s were heading straight for him, but upon noticing the change in weather conditions, they quickly made evasive maneuvers and flew upwards in an attempt to escape.

Morikawa Yu waved his hand, and the eye of the hurricane began to shrink.

The four F-35 fighter jets were stuck in the mud, and their speed immediately slowed down.

He spurred the storm, increased his speed, and passed through four fighter jets. The powerful wind instantly tore open the wings of the F-35 fighter jets and ripped the cabins to shreds.

After dealing with the four fighter jets, Morikawa Yu looked towards the Chicago base.

Next up is this military base belonging to a North American mixed-race family.

Pull-up bar - Elite 1 form

There are unexpectedly many things going on at home. My elders are urging me to go on blind dates, and I'm also not feeling well, so I'm asking for a day off (bowing deeply).

Chapter 447 I never expected you would help me.

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Chicago base, command center.

Lieutenant General Elzam sat on the command platform, his hands supporting his chin, listening to his adjutant's report.

"...After spotting the sonic boom cloud over Chicago's old town, we immediately tracked the front and rear shock waves generated by this unidentified stealth flying object, reported it to our superiors, and then dispatched four F-35 fighter jets to stand by."

"The order came quickly from above, and we ordered these four fighter jets to carry out a decapitation strike, only to find that the target had crashed into Lake Michigan."

"The other party fell into the lake?" Lieutenant General Elzam frowned.

“Yes.” The adjutant nodded. “Shortly after the unidentified stealth flying object stopped, it began to fall. Then, the eye of a hurricane appeared over Lake Michigan, and thunderstorms and heavy rain hit the surrounding waters and downtown Chicago.”

"Currently, the water depth in many areas of the city exceeds one meter, main roads are congested, there are widespread power outages, and the public is in a state of panic."

The staff officers standing nearby exchanged bewildered glances.

One of the staff officers couldn't help but ask, "How could this be? Even with a short period of heavy rainfall, it's impossible for the water to accumulate to such a deep level so quickly. Could the lake embankment have collapsed?"

The adjutant shook his head: "No, it's just rain."

"How could this be?" the staff officer still asked incredulously.

Lieutenant General Elzam looked at him coldly: "Don't understand? If you don't understand, get out of here."

He glanced at the other staff officers: "You all go out too."

The staff officers exchanged glances, their expressions varied, but none of them spoke when faced with the cold-faced Lieutenant General Elzam. They turned and walked out of the command room.

Lieutenant General Elzam took the report from his adjutant.

The adjutant lowered his voice: "The base is located in the suburbs and has not been greatly affected so far, but all four F-35 fighter jets we sent have crashed, and the eye of the storm is moving in our direction."

Lieutenant General Elzam nodded, his face growing even more somber.

He put down the report, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the command screen in front of him.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He frowned, glanced at the phone screen, immediately answered the call, and called out, "Mr. Henkel."

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Henkel said in a deep voice, "Elzam, evacuate your base as soon as possible, now! Immediately!"

Lieutenant General Elzam paused slightly: "Evacuate as soon as possible?"

"Is the eye of the hurricane over Lake Michigan definitely heading towards us?"

Mr. Han Gao: "Of course, and it is very likely that it is a super high-risk wind-type incantation at the level of the first-generation monarch, with a power equivalent to a level three to four storm surge."

"Your area will soon be destroyed by storm surge."

"Storm surge?" Lieutenant General Elzam was taken aback. "Isn't it the eye of the hurricane? How could a storm surge occur inland?"

Suddenly, he realized a problem.

Although Chicago is located inland, it is adjacent to Lake Michigan, and the eye of the hurricane will definitely cause the lake to swell and generate storm surge.

Lieutenant General Elzam: "Okay, we'll evacuate, but what about the target and our base?"

Mr. Henkel: "You don't need to worry about that. We will arrange for people to deal with it. You can also abandon the base. You just need to evacuate safely."

“Evacuate…” Lieutenant General Elzam hesitated for a moment: “There are still many personnel and weapons in the base… Mr. Henkel, what do you think of this?”

"We will evacuate now, but leave some people to guard the base, launch all the remaining missiles in the base, and take off all the fighter jets to attack the target."

"As long as we can locate the target, with so many missiles and fighter jets, we can definitely inflict damage on it..."

As he spoke, he noticed the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly.

The staff officer who had spoken earlier suddenly pushed open the door and rushed in, his hands and feet trembling: "Outside! They're coming from outside!"

Lieutenant General Elzam was slightly taken aback: "They're coming from outside? What's coming from outside?"

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he looked at the large screen in the command center not far away.

On the large screen, early warning radar monitoring of the area surrounding the base was displayed. At this moment, the monitoring screen was bright red, and satellite monitoring also issued a warning.

In the direction of Lake Michigan, a huge vortex formed in the clouds.

These whirlpools draw in lake water, surging upwards and forming towering waterspouts that carry the tide across the lake and its shores, rushing towards the outlying base.

The adjutant manually switched to video surveillance and played the surveillance footage from outside the base.

Lieutenant General Elzam then noticed that the sky outside the base was filled with a vast, boundless expanse of dark gray storm clouds.

The recent storm has even swept across the wilderness outside the base, where the wind whips up rocks and soil, shredding them to pieces, and the tides flood the wasteland, swallowing everything in their path.

Lieutenant General Elzam's hands trembled uncontrollably.

He is not human, but a hybrid.

He was fully aware of the power of words and understood that the thunderstorms and heavy rains in downtown Chicago were caused by them.

It was precisely because of the power of words that this storm was able to engulf the city at an extremely exaggerated speed, causing power outages in the urban area, blocking roads, and plunging the people into panic and chaos.

Therefore, he obeyed orders and only wanted to leave a portion of his men to launch the attack, diverting the enemy's attention and creating an opportunity to kill them.

But when he stood in the command center, he witnessed the storm approaching.

He then realized that his idea was too naive.

The storm clouds and storm surges before us are forces that are beyond human power to face or resist.

In its presence, there is little difference between humans and hybrids.

Whether human or hybrid.

It can kill you with ease, like crushing an insect.

We can't keep thinking about attacking.

We must escape from here.

Otherwise, they would definitely have died in this storm surge.

Lieutenant General Elzam waved to his adjutant, then grabbed the shoulder of the staff officer beside him and strode toward the door of the command room.

Suddenly, a violent, ear-piercing sound of steel twisting and turning came, and the surrounding walls trembled and shook.

He reached out a hand, trying to open the door, but the door was gone.

The storm swept in from outside, bringing strong winds and taking away the door to the command room, leaving only a shattered door frame at the entrance.

He took a step back abruptly to avoid being pulled away by the door, but his staff officer beside him did not have the same reaction or speed. He was sucked into the doorway by the wind and fell outside.

He quickly reached out and grabbed the staff officer's arm.

However, pebbles and debris in the wind kept passing by, hitting the staff officer's body.

Before the staff officer could even scream, the rubble pierced his chest and abdomen, leaving his entire chest cavity ulcerated and only his pale white ribs remaining.

Lieutenant General Elzam paused for a moment, then released his grip.

The staff officer's body crashed into the doorway in the gale, fell outside, rolled several times on the ground, flew into the air, and disappeared into the sand and gravel.

Behind Lieutenant General Elzam, his adjutant cried out in a panic, "General! We..."

Lieutenant General Elzam waved his hand.

With a grim face, he gripped the door frame with one hand, leaned against the wall, and looked outside. Only then did he realize that the storm outside the base had already arrived, and what he had just seen was turbulence before the storm's arrival.

Meanwhile, in the sky outside the base, storm clouds slowly approached, obscuring the sky, thick and dark like a mountain peak about to collapse.

On the outer edge of the clouds, flashes of lightning appeared intermittently, followed by deafening thunder.

Suddenly, a sound broke through the air.

An F-35 fighter jet took off from the base's runway, heading in the opposite direction of the storm, seemingly trying to escape.

Four or five more fighter jets took off and followed behind it.

Lieutenant General Elzam's gaze was complex.

That was originally the second batch of fighter jets he had prepared for an attack, but now they were fleeing in panic, trying to leave the base.

Oh well, it's better to have escaped.

Each fighter jet costs over 100 million US dollars, which can slightly reduce the losses.

But before he could even feel relieved, he discovered that the lead fighter jet had exploded, turning into a ball of expanding flames in mid-air outside the base.

Other fighter jets also exploded one after another, with debris flying in the flames.

He was stunned.

However, there was nothing in the sky except for those flames.

No, it's not that there's nothing at all.

Only after the fighter jets exploded one after another did he notice that ripples of air were gradually appearing in the flames.

A gigantic bird with sharp, long claws and wingspans of over ten meters flapped its wings, parting the flames, and soared into the higher sky.

It circled once, looked down at the ground, and let out a deafening roar.

"Gah!"

Lieutenant General Elzam's hands trembled again.