DC Tyrant

Nevada, small town of Ston.

A camouflage-colored helicopter that anyone could tell was a military helicopter stirred the airflow and landed here.

Just like the day two years ago when a meteor fell and almost caused a wildfire to erupt, it broke the tranquility of this ordinary town.

Sam Ryan stepped out of the helicopter, with the whirring noise of the propeller, the airflow gradually stirred up the dust, and it swung far away. When the propeller stopped rotating, the diffuse dust and sand flowed slowly and silently.

It is the day when the flames are high and the sun is in the sky.

When he got out of the helicopter, his eyes were dazzled, and there was a slight sting. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

The sun was shining, and the giant cedar trees standing in the distance were tall and strong. They were a natural landscape and barrier, resisting strong winds and sandstorms, and protecting the town.

The town was also caught off guard by their sudden arrival, and some naughty children had already rushed to report to the town public security bureau and the mayor of the town.

More is to gradually get together and watch the fun. It is strange why people from the military came to the small town of Ston.

"Lieutenant General, this is two years ago. General Vic took an unusual operation. He suddenly came here to help the town get rid of the wildfire."

The adjutant reported.

Sam Ryan ignored the crowd standing in the distance and walked into the town, saying as he walked, "Fire fighting? That's not what he should do."

"Yes, there was a meteorite falling in the giant fir forest two years ago, which almost caused a wildfire. Fortunately, General Vic passed by and arrived."

"But what is strange is that General Vic and his team were nearly four hours away from here, and they arrived here just in time to extinguish the wildfire. Then they led the troops away, as if they came here on purpose , and left again."

The adjutant continued to report, raising doubts.

Sam Ryan raised his eyebrows. The meteorite and General Vic unexpectedly reminded him of many things.

Could it be that General Vic knew that what fell here was not a meteorite, but something else, so he led his troops here.

What did he get?

Reminiscent of the biological warrior created by General Vic, Pamilodi.

Sam Lane felt that it was very likely that General Vic had obtained biological technology left over from aliens.

These things are also available in Area 51, but they are rare and broken, not many.

If this is the case, it is actually fair to say.

In Sam Ryan's mind, he consciously connected everything and guessed the association.

If this is the case, then as long as the evidence is found, the alien biological technology obtained by General Vic is enough to bring down General Vic.

Secretly hiding alien biotechnology is no small crime.

Thinking of this, Sam Lane's heart was full of fire, and he was confident to bring down General Vic.

Sam Ryan led a group of soldiers into the small town of Ston.

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Hey...haha...I won the Pulitzer Prize!"

A scruffy young man covered in mud, some of which was dry and cracked on his body and face.

Holding the 'Pulitzer Prize' that he made out of sludge, he was excited all the way, holding the 'Pulitzer Prize' grinningly and running past Sam Ryan.

Leaving mud footprints along the way, splashing mud powder flying.

Sam Ryan just paused for a moment, let the lunatic young man run past first, and continued walking with the group of people again.

The people watching behind him started talking.

"Mike, it's really...it's noon, and he ran out crazy before he had eaten?"

"Fortunately no one was hit."

"I don't know what the officer is doing in this town?"

The people discussed for a while, and then dispersed. This small town is so ordinary, nothing can happen.

The biggest thing is that Mike often runs around holding the 'Pulitzer Prize', showing off everywhere.

Speaking of Mike, several women sighed, what a wonderful child! Not long after becoming a reporter, I went crazy.

It's really unpredictable, people go crazy overnight!

Sam Lane quickly found the mayor of the town.

The mayor was a 50-year-old thick man with a thick black beard. After checking and confirming that they were from the military, he had no objection to these soldiers who asked to see the records of the wildfires two years ago.

That is to say, it records the whereabouts of abnormal meteorites, ordinary mountain fires, nothing special.

"Is there anything special about this wildfire?" the mayor asked the rough man, and he still remembered that the army came here to help put out the wildfire.

Sam Ryan pondered for a while, read the records of the wildfire for a while, and then asked: "Did you find even one piece of the meteorite that caused the wildfire?"

"No, they were all transported away by the army." The rough man said the mayor.

no...

Sam Lane's eyes were pensive.

Then he asked the mayor of the rough man to take him to the place where the meteorite fell.

The mayor of the rough guy didn't object, and directly led his group of soldiers into the giant cedar forest.

They are all strong and powerful men. They didn't work as hard as Mike did back then, and they climbed up the hill with bruises and bruises on their hands and feet.

Today, the vegetation here is also lush, and the pit where the Bati spaceship fell is even covered by weeds and bushes. It is difficult to see anything.

A group of soldiers tried their best to deduce the situation and environment at that time, but it was in vain.

Sam Ryan raised his head to look at the giant sequoia trees and found an abnormality.

For a moment, the tall and strong giant cedar trunk was wiped off with deep flesh, and a piece was dented. Although the tree has worked hard to grow in the past two years, and it is covering the gap with bark bumps, it still It looks very eye-catching.

A group of people can wait to imagine how impactful the 'meteorite' was as it grazed the Giant Sequoia tree.

Then, according to the mechanics and directional measurements brought by professionals, we found a pit overgrown with shrubs and weeds.

A group of soldiers, some soldiers climbed up the giant sequoia, cut down a pile of logs in the gap, took them down and put them away, and others dug a lot of soil in the pit and packed them in plastic bags.

These are all about measuring radiation, radiation, maybe something can be measured.

You know, the reaction of metals is very different from the reaction of rocks like meteorites.

The rough mayor just looked at them strangely, not knowing why.

However, this was none of his business, and he ignored it. In just over an hour, a group of soldiers had scraped enough mud and cut enough sawdust.

Along the same road, they came out of the Giant Sequoia forest again.

When I returned to the small town of Ston, I accidentally saw the lunatic young Mike, holding his 'Pulitzer Prize' again, giggling and passing by.

The mayor of the rough guy had a few traces of sadness on his face, and he sighed: "Hey, a child with a bright future is ruined like this."

After the mayor of the rough man sighed, he remembered that the soldiers beside him seemed to be investigating the matter of the meteorite landing, so he continued: "Mike wanted to shoot the news that won the Pulitzer Prize when the meteorite landed. As a result, he fell off the hillside in the woods where he was chasing meteorites, and his brain was broken. Hey, after that, he thought happily that he had won the Pulitzer Prize, and ran around the town holding mud."

Sam Lane's heart moved: "Then did he capture anything?"

The mayor of the rough guy was taken aback: "I don't know about that."

Sam Lane quickly ordered the soldiers to catch Mike who was covered in mud.

When he was caught in front of him, Mike still had an angry look on his face, thinking that these soldiers were going to steal his Pulitzer Prize, and kept struggling.

"Did you capture anything?" Sam Lane asked expectantly.

Mike had seen soldiers before he went crazy, so he had a vague impression of people in military uniforms in his head.

This impression is not good.

He spit on Sam Lane's face with an angry 'pooh', and roared angrily: "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"

In the frantic struggle, Mike kicked up again, almost hitting Sam Lane's lower body.

Startled Sam Lane.

He wiped the stinky spittle from his face, his face twitched: "Reporters... are really annoying."

Even if it's crazy, it's just as annoying.

As Mike struggled, strands of dried mud cracked from his body, and a small camera swung back and forth on his back to show.

It was behind the dry mud and stuck to his body. He didn't notice it at first, but now the movement was too violent, the mud cracked and fell off, and the camera hanging around his neck swung, allowing people to see it.

Sam Ryan paused while wiping the spittle on his face, then suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled off Mike's camera, and wiped off the muddy surface of the camera excitedly, revealing a Pentax K1000 camera.

He faintly asked excitedly: "You used this camera to take pictures of the 'Meteorite', didn't you!"

When Mike saw his camera, he was even more excited, and his dirty face roared wildly: "My Pulitzer Prize!! It's my Pulitzer Prize! My Pulitzer Prize!!!"

The mayor of the rough guy also hurried over to appease Mike. He watched Mike grow up, and seeing Mike like this made him feel very sorry and uncomfortable.

Sam Ryan's heart was flushed with excitement for a moment, trembling with the camera in his hand, he did not expect such effortless effort.

This lunatic must have captured something. As for why he was stupid, Sam Lane could even imagine that he might have been fooled.

Of course, everything is in the camera.

Then when he opened the back of the camera and wanted to take out the film, he froze.

No film.

"Where did the film go?" Sam Lane asked in a daze, and Mike broke free from the soldier again and snatched the camera back.

Mike hugged the camera tightly and swore his sovereignty: "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"

Sam Ryan looked at Mike, recovered from the ups and downs of excitement, and calmed down.

I was too anxious.

Mike has become obsessed with obsession, how could there be any film, even if there was, it should have been taken away by General Vic long ago.

He took a deep breath and confirmed that General Vic had indeed obtained something from the 'Meteorite'.

Some alien biotechnology, maybe there will be corpses of alien creatures.

To create a biological warrior like Pamelodi.

Now it's gone berserk.

Sam Ryan sneered faintly, General Vic's days are indeed coming to an end.

In any case, he hadn't thought of it.

Barty is not a biological warrior created by General Vic, but an alien.