Two forty in the morning.
The capital D.C. is still silent.
Cabinet members and staff members have gathered in the White House conference room, with President Colin McDonald with blond hair sitting in the middle.
The bitter quarrel has lasted for twenty minutes.
There are different opinions on how to deal with the body in space, and there are great differences.
"Gentlemen, I called you here in the hope that you can give a feasible plan, instead of listening to your quarrel!"
President Colin looked gloomy, waved and said.
An old man who is obviously a technical aide opens his mouth:
"Mr. President, it is absolutely unrealistic to want to intercept it in a short time. That thing is too big and too heavy."
"We need to mobilize manpower, adjust the existing spacecraft, and make appropriate plans, all of which need ..."
The defense chief Leonard Toynbee interrupted him:
"I'm sorry, no matter how to do it quickly? What about our brilliant space technology in the United States? "
"You have to understand that the key now is that we must catch the body before other countries, otherwise the situation will be very unfavorable to us."
Technical staff shook his head.
"With all due respect, sir, I understand your consideration, but please believe that my major should worry about a lot of space junk now."
"Once the body and garbage collide and lose kinetic energy and fall into the earth, I suspect that it will be burned to ashes in the friction with the atmosphere, and nothing will be obtained at that time."
Just then, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
Everyone frowned and looked at the past.
A man rushed in: "nasa's latest news, the body collided with space junk and lost speed. Now it has been captured by gravity and fell to the earth."
“……”
The technical staff spread their hands.
It means: see, I told you.
President Colin came to humanity: "Let nasa predict the landing point."
Then he looked at the American defense minister and said seriously, "Get the elite troops ready, even if there is only a small piece of coke left in the end, bring it back."
……
Zhongyi East, Syria, Lula Town.
9: 40 am local time.
Bright meteors streaked across the sky.
In the ruins being rebuilt, simple machines have begun to be busy, and children wearing ill-fitting short sleeves are playing.
They are barefoot and playing peeling football.
A pickup truck full of armed soldiers passed by them, causing a burst of dust.
A child inadvertently looked at the sky and suddenly opened his mouth: "Look at the sky."
The rest of the children also looked up and saw a white line across the sky, and the things hidden in the memory poured out in an instant.
They ran away with their heads in horror, shouting, "missiles, missiles!" "
The children ran away, leaving only a lonely worn-out football to stay where they were.
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In the atmosphere.
The shadow fell rapidly.
The speed of terror makes it burst into terrible heat in the friction with the atmosphere, and the white light pierces the air.
The outer layer of the corpse was burned and gasified, and the substance was dispersed in the atmosphere.
The closer you get to the ground, the less body remains.
Eventually—
"Boom!"
The rest hit the gray-yellow wasteland, smoke rose and pieces of the body splashed.
When everything was calm, there was only a semi-circular pit with a diameter of two meters, and dark black liquid splashed around.
Lying at the bottom of the pit is a flesh-like church with a scorched outer layer.
Ten minutes later, the thunder came from far and near.
Four Black Hawk helicopter gunships loaded with ammunition rose from the horizon, two of which landed near the impact crater and the other two circled.
A group of American soldiers in biochemical protective clothing jumped down.
"Arrange the defense line and collect the target items quickly."
These people are well-trained and quickly perform their duties. Pieces of corpses are collected and put in sealed boxes.
The commander glanced at the quiet village not far away and ordered his opponent, "Go over there and see if people in the village have secretly picked up some."
"Roger that."
Snipers and observers are in position, aiming at the movement of the village, while other soldiers are rushing towards the village with rifles.
Along the way, the soldiers who rushed over didn't hear the noise in the village, only some kind of depression.
They didn't feel abnormal, after all, they got used to it.
After being stationed in Syria for several years, they know very well what they have done and what attitude the local people have towards them.
Entering the village, several soldiers skillfully knocked on the door from door to door for inspection.
See there has been no response, several people glances, directly "bang" to break the door.
There is still food on the table, and it is still warm at the touch. However, there is no one in the whole house, but there is a breathing sound that is strongly suppressed in the dilapidated wardrobe.
Rough pull open the wardrobe, a burst of panic screaming suddenly came out.
"Please! Please! I don't have a gun, I have no connection with Russia, and I support the United States! I beg you not to take me away, my wife and children need me to work to support them! "
The host immediately knelt on the ground and cried.
While the hostess and several children she hugged together.
Several soldiers looked at each other and pointed their guns at each other: "Did you secretly pick up the meteorite that fell over there?"
"No, we really don't!"
Twenty minutes later, the Mi army soldiers who thoroughly screened the village left, and soon after, several armed helicopters flew away.