Chapter 67 A mudfish in the deep sea dares to call itself a dragon?
Chapter 67 A mudfish in the deep sea dares to call itself a dragon?
Lu Yuan picked up the porcelain bowl with the little yellow duck printed on it and drank the last mouthful of the thick soup.
He slowly wiped his mouth with a tissue. His gaze passed over Lu Qingxue, who was still licking her lips, and landed on Lin Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground.
Lin Zhen's suit trousers were soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to his calves.
The encrypted satellite phone in his pocket, which he used specifically for one-way communication with the capital, suddenly started vibrating wildly.
The piercing buzzing sound was particularly jarring in the quiet living room.
Lin Zhen frantically reached for his phone. His fingers trembled so much he couldn't even open the zipper. His fingernails scraped against the fabric, making an unpleasant screeching sound.
I finally managed to pull out my phone. I pressed the answer button.
Chu Jianguo's raspy roar blared from the receiver. Even without speakerphone, it was clearly audible throughout the entire living room.
"Lin Zhen! Immediately request Mr. Lu to take action!"
"That monster crawled out of the abyss! The three Aegis destroyers left on the island by the S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't even last ten seconds. It smashed them all into scrap metal with a single claw!"
"The US Seventh Fleet's carrier strike group happened to be patrolling nearby. They launched twelve Tomahawk cruise missiles. They didn't even blast a single scale off that monster!"
"It's currently moving towards the East China Sea! The three coastal war zones have already sounded the highest air defense alarms. If this thing lands, Jiangnan City will be the first to be affected!"
Chu Jianguo was panting heavily on the other end of the line. His voice was filled with undisguised despair.
Earth's modern firepower is as fragile as a paper toy in the face of this deep-sea behemoth, over a hundred meters tall and capable of withstanding missiles.
The veins on the back of Lin Zhen's hand, which was gripping his phone, bulged. He looked up at Lu Yuan, who was sitting on the sofa.
His lips trembled. He couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Just now, in the courtyard house of the Zhao family in Changhe, Lu Yuan smashed the tortoise shell of a Divine Realm Grandmaster with a single punch. That was a dimensional reduction attack from the level of martial arts.
But now, there's that monster in the Pacific Ocean. It's a cataclysmic disaster that even regular military carrier strike groups can't handle.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, can you withstand that level of physical dominance?
Lu Yuan crumpled the tissue he had used to wipe his mouth into a ball and threw it precisely into the trash can two meters away.
"What are you howling about?"
Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it traveled clearly through the phone's microphone to the defense zone command center, eighty meters underground in Beijing.
The static on Chu Jianguo's end instantly went silent.
Lu Yuan stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his trouser legs.
"Get a larger cold storage facility. The refrigeration effect needs to be good."
Lin Zhen stood there, stunned. His mind couldn't process what was happening for a moment.
"Mr. Lu... what do you need the cold storage for?"
Lu Yuan walked to the shattered French window on the balcony and looked at the azure sky outside.
"Although that loach in the high seas isn't purebred, it's still somewhat related to a dragon. Its flesh is too tough to eat, but the main tendon on its back could be used to make some tonic for Qingxue."
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at the dumbfounded Lin Zhen.
"If you don't freeze it immediately after taking it out, its spiritual energy will dissipate. Don't delay things."
Lin Zhen made a gurgling sound in his throat and swallowed hard.
The world-destroying behemoth that the Pacific Fleet was utterly humiliated was, in this man's eyes, merely an ingredient for making a medicinal plaster.
In addition, cold storage facilities need to be prepared in advance to keep the food fresh.
"Yes! I'll arrange for military refrigerated trucks to be on standby at the port immediately!"
Lin Zhen yelled into his phone, then scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the living room to contact the Jiangnan City Military Region.
Lu Qingxue hugged a cushion on the sofa, looking at Lu Yuan's retreating figure with some worry.
"Brother, you just got back and you're going out again?"
Lu Yuan walked to the sofa and ruffled his younger sister's fluffy head.
"I'm going to buy some seafood. I'll be right back. Turn the TV up a bit. The air raid sirens outside are too loud."
Before Lu Qingxue could nod, Lu Yuan's figure had vanished from the spot without warning.
Only a gentle breeze carrying a faint scent of the sea remained, stirring the curtains in the living room.
......
The high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
The sea, which was usually shrouded in thunderstorms, has now turned into a pot of boiling blood.
The S.H.I.E.L.D.'s private island, which cost tens of billions to build, has long been trampled into fragmented rocks.
Countless wrecked steel armor pieces, burning fuel, and mangled corpses floated on the sea.
The chairman of the conglomerate clung tightly to a piece of the helicopter's tail fin that provided buoyancy, tumbling up and down in the giant waves tens of meters high.
His expensive, custom-made suit was already torn to shreds. Seawater filled his nose and lungs, choking him so much that he didn't even have the strength to cough up blood.
It was on the sea less than 300 meters away from him.
The colossal beast, with a single horn and covered in dark golden scales, was raising its head, which was several times larger than the cab of a truck.
It had half of a destroyer's bridge, belching black smoke, in its jaws. Its jaws snapped shut.
"Crunch"
A special steel plate, several centimeters thick, was chewed into scrap metal by its barbed fangs with a sickening cracking sound.
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