Alien Knights

A gunshot in the dark night was like a spark falling into a barrel filled with gasoline.

The citizens and tourists who were watching and taking pictures one second were screaming and running back the next second.

Major Cole looked at the dead old man lying on the ground and took a breath.

Just as he was about to say something, a huge ice pick came through the air, grazed his side cheek, and directly penetrated the head of the soldier beside him.

Looking at the brains and blood splattered on his clothes, Major Cole woke up at this moment and saw the angry and grieving outsiders, shouting something while launching an attack on the army.

"Take cover! Take cover!" Major Cole shouted, retreating to a car: "Fire! I repeat! Fire!"

Intensive gunshots rang out instantly, and bullets poured like a torrential rain into the crowd around the white cave.

In the firelight, blood spattered everywhere, screams continued, and people kept falling to the ground.

A mutant rushed to the front and touched the ground with his hands. During the violent earthquake, the asphalt-filled road was lifted up from the ground like a wave, forming a rock barrier in front of the crowd.

Looking at this scene, Major Cole couldn't believe his eyes.

More than a dozen washbasin-sized fireballs drew graceful arcs from behind the rock barrier and smashed into the army's defense line.

In the violent explosion, one car after another was overturned into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Major Cole was knocked down by the air wave and hit a telegraph pole hard.

Suffering from severe physical pain, Major Cole struggled to open his eyes.

A mimetic alien that blends in with its surroundings skirts the battlefield and appears behind the unsuspecting soldiers.

The cold blade cut across the fragile throat, and in the gush of blood like a fountain, the assassin disappeared again and began to look for the next target.

Major Cole, who witnessed all this with his own eyes, was filled with fear. He took a flash bomb from his waist, pulled out the safety and threw it forward.

Amidst the strong flashes and explosions, Major Cole got up and ran backwards with all his strength, shouting as he ran: "Retreat! Retreat!"

After running all the way into the Humvee, Major Cole, who was still in shock, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked out through the car window and saw that the white hole was still slowly expanding, but the streets were already in chaos, filled with citizens and tourists running away and asking for help, and the cries of the injured could even be heard in his ears.

However, the outsiders around the white cave have long since disappeared, and even the bodies of their companions who fell on the ground were quietly taken away by them.

Major Cole was so angry that he banged the car body hard and cursed loudly: "Damn it! Damn it!"

A figure suddenly rushed into the car, startling Major Cole.

A disgraced Clemens lay in the car, breathing heavily.

Somewhat surprised, Major Cole reached for the pistol beside him, but after some thought, he retracted his hand.

"You were at the scene just now and saw what those people did?"

Hearing the major's question, Clemens still had a look of shock on his face: "Yes, I saw it. They can cause earthquakes, fireballs and hail. What on earth are those people...the Avengers?" "

Major Cole tried the on-board communication system, but the display screen was still dark. He said in a deep voice: "The development of things has exceeded my expectations."

Clemens asked, "So what do we do now?"

Major Cole looked at the white hole: "We are waiting here. It won't be long before the headquarters discovers the correct location of the singularity explosion."

Eight hours later.

It's another early morning in Las Vegas. The morning sun shines on the earth, but the cold air makes people feel no warmth.

The area around the White Cave has been closed off by the military.

Hundreds of soldiers with guns and ammunition were guarding every street and entrance to the restricted area.

Facing the eight corpses covered with white cloth on the ground, General Hamilton's face turned red with anger. He roared at Major Cole sitting on the roadside: "Asshole! Because of your recklessness and incompetence! We lost eight people. !”

Major Cole was smoking a cigarette with a calm expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

General Hamilton became even more angry: "Moreover! You didn't catch any of the outsiders when the singularity broke out! You didn't even grab a body!"

Major Cole glanced sideways at General Hamilton: "Sir, I said it before. We are conducting a routine patrol with only very limited weapons on hand, and due to the electromagnetic storm, the communication system and tactical system have all failed. So, we He fought with thousands of enemies coming out of the singularity while completely isolated and helpless..."

Major Cole paused and added: "Besides, you also saw the video...that group of outsiders can use...magic."

General Hamilton: "Bullshit magic! Bullshit routine patrol! On the night the singularity broke out, you called up four teams, and they happened to appear one kilometer away from the singularity! You told me this was a fucking Routine patrol?! You have known the location of the singularity for a long time! This is concealing the truth! This is an overstep of authority!"

Major Cole smiled and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground: "Sir, I don't know how to answer your doubts. At the beginning, you personally ordered me not to participate in the singularity contact mission; and, for routine patrol applications, I It was submitted four days ago and you signed it yourself.”

General Hamilton wanted to say something more, but a black Chevrolet Tahoe approaching slowly from the far side of the street came into his sight.

After seeing the license plate of the car clearly, General Hamilton's eyes twitched and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn vulture!"

The Chevrolet Tahoe stopped beside the two of them. A middle-aged white man in a suit and leather tie, with hair visibly shiny with hairspray, opened the door and got out of the back seat.

He came to Hamilton's side, first looked at the white hole not far away, and exclaimed sincerely: "God! This is really beautiful!"

General Hamilton cleared his throat: "Mr. Goodman, this is a military restricted area. You should not be here."

Goodman, who was wearing a straight suit, smiled and said: "General, you are too serious. It was not my idea to come here this time, but... you know."

Goodman said, pointing to the top of his head.

General Hamilton frowned and said: "I don't understand. I have been fully authorized to handle everything..."

Goodman's eyes looked at the eight corpses covered with white cloth on the ground, and interrupted Hamilton's speech: "General, I have read the complete report in the car... Let's put it this way, this singularity contact The mission was a disaster.”

"After spending countless money and time, the results calculated by you and your team are actually off by a full two hundred kilometers."

Goodman nodded to Major Cole: "If it weren't for the major's patrol, this singularity outbreak would likely have directly come into contact with the people, causing unforeseen consequences."

"What did you say?!"

General Hamilton never thought that the other party would set the tone of this operation in this way.

General Hamilton first looked at the smiling Goodman, and then at the calm-looking Major Cole.

In an instant, he understood everything.

Looking down at the dried blood beside his feet, Goodman took two steps back with disgust and asked Major Cole: "Where is Professor Scott? Is he here?"

Major Cole turned around and waved.

Clemens came over with some trepidation.

Goodman smiled, shook Clemens's hand, and said, "I've heard about you. What we need is someone as capable as you."

Clemens caught a glimpse of Hamilton's livid face and said awkwardly: "I don't know if I can help..."

Goodman turned to look at the white hole and said: "You are an excellent scientist who can calculate the parameters of the singularity through the global database. So, please tell me, you must have a way to analyze the stability of this white hole. "

Clemens misunderstood what the other party meant: "Well, let me think about it... This white hole is caused by a triangular potential energy field. Assuming that the energy in this potential field is stable and balanced, then as long as the triangular field is If any corner - that is, any black tower exerts force, it can destroy the balance of the entire potential field."

Seeing the confusion on Goodman's face, Clemens decided to explain in simple words: "In other words, as long as a horizontal sagittal force is applied to any of the three black towers, it will tilt even fifty centimeters. It can break the balance of the entire potential energy field and completely close the white hole."

Goodman shook his head and smiled: "Oh, oh, Professor Scott, you misunderstood me. What I hope to see is not to close this channel, but to maintain this channel."

Clemens was stunned: "Maintain... this channel?"

Goodman grabbed Clemens' shoulders, unable to conceal his excitement: "You have no idea the significance of this. The two singularity explosions in 1947 and 1986 brought unimaginable advanced knowledge to the entire United States. , allowed us to obtain science and technology that are far ahead of human civilization, and made this country a world leader."

"Regrettably, the last two singularity explosions lasted only a short time, the size of the white hole was very small, and the data we were able to obtain was very limited."

"But this time is different! A singularity with such a large scale and such stable operation is what we have always dreamed of!"

"As long as this white hole continues, with our current analysis technology, the United States will soon achieve progress beyond the times!"

Looking at Goodman with crazy eyes flashing, Clemens said subconsciously: "But, we don't know what is on the other side of the white hole..."

Goodman interrupted: "The other side? Of course it's God's gift, it's the gospel of America, it's the hope of all mankind!"

After the excitement, Goodman calmed down a little and let go of Clemens' shoulders: "Sorry, Professor, I'm just too excited."

Goodman turned to General Hamilton: "I heard that a group of magical people came out of the white hole yesterday?"

General Hamilton said in a deep voice: "The number is about a thousand people. After entering the city of Las Vegas, some people saw them moving towards the Blue Diamond Mountains to the west."

Goodman took out his handkerchief, wiped his hands, and said calmly: "Find them, live or die."

General Hamilton: "The military has blocked every exit from the mountains."

Goodman: "Try to keep their bodies intact, and you know why."

General Hamilton: "You don't need to teach me how to do it."

Goodman smiled and said, "That's right. It's not the first time you've done this kind of thing. Just don't make any mistakes again."

General Hamilton looked gloomy and said nothing.

Goodman looked back at the white hole for the last time and said happily: "God bless America."