At the same time, in the Western Hemisphere, the United States, and Lincoln County, southern Nedahua, in a desert 130 kilometers away from the "Casino".

In the huge base five kilometers underground of "Zone 51", the corridors where people were originally coming and going were almost empty. Bright red blood was everywhere on the white walls and doors and windows. Blood almost formed a stream. From time to time, people let out screams before they died and echoed in the base. In the corridors leading to the base hall, some strong men with strong muscles and burly figures were cleaning the ground. From time to time, bodies with broken arms and legs were removed from the hall and threw them into the incinerator. The hall was full of people.

These are almost concentrated on the remaining elite scientists in the United States. At this time, they are forced to hold their heads in their hands and squat down. Some of them dare to resist or disobey. The famous physicist Alexander, who was punched by a particularly strong black man in front of him, was a role model. There is such a bloody example right in front of him. The American scientists who knew that heroes would not suffer losses were all honest, but they also wanted to know that these "terminators" in front of him were not very obedient before, why didn't they obey orders now?

US President Smith was also confused by this question. Looking at the sarcastic eyes of the big men who only wore a short black vest in front of him, he showed strong muscles. For some reason, the small instruments given to him by the scientists in his hands that were said to be able to command these terrible "terminators" were useless.

"Oh, dear President Smith, are you wondering why it doesn't work?" Smith's eyes flashed, and he felt his hand light, and the rectangular instrument in his hand reached the hand of the white man in front of him. When he looked up, he saw that the other party gently shaking the instrument in his hand and said with a smile.

"Sam, what do you want to do? I now order you as the president and put down what you have in your hands!" Smith shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, no no no no no no no, it seems that our former President has not yet recognized the situation. What do you think, White?" The white man, Sam, the leader of the secret special forces of the United States, turned his head and smiled at a black man standing behind him.

The black man named White didn't say anything, but showed a very honest smile, and his white teeth were particularly conspicuous.

"Oh, White, don't always look like you, as if you are more excited than anyone else when you kill? What do you think, Mike?" Sam curled his lips and shrugged at a strong white man standing with White.

"Hi, head, you know, White is still a innocent virgin, so it's normal to be shy. Oh, haha!" Mike said seriously at first, but in the end he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, there was an unscrupulous laughter in the president's office. What were the guards in charge of the president's security doing? Should they let these "terminators" do whatever they want? In fact, these guards are very loyal to their duties. Unfortunately, they were twisted their necks into one of the specialties of Yanhuang Kingdom by White, a handsome guy. At this time, it is probably already going to heaven to continue guarding. Regarding White's behavior of breaking other people's necks, Mike once asked why he liked to do this. The answer he got was that White liked to hear the sound when his neck was twisted. According to White, the voice was the most wonderful voice in the world.

"Hey, old guy, are you wondering why this failed?" After laughing enough, Sam took out dozens of chips with vague blood from his pocket and said coldly. These chips are very small, each one is about one-tenth of the size of a child's little fingernail, so although there are dozens, they are not much together.

When these small chips were taken out, Smith's face changed drastically. The "Terminators" behind Sam couldn't help but reach out and touched the back of their heads. Each "Terminator" had a small cross scar. At the same time, anger surged into their hearts. White, who was originally honest, had his face changed, and his muscles jumped. The fierce light in his eyes was enough to scare an ordinary person to pee his pants.

"Oh, look, our President was so scared that he almost pissed his pants! Oh, look, look, these small chips are very exquisite, they are simply crafts, aren't they? But it's not just as beautiful as it is. At the same time, it is deeply implanted into our brains, allowing us powerful "terminators" to obey the orders of those who hold this little instrument, even if the person holding this instrument is a stalemate. If he doesn't obey, he will shatter the head of the person who doesn't listen to the orders. Oh, I don't know which great scientist invented this thing, it's so fucking perfect!" Sam said, pointing to the small chip in his palm, and finally he couldn't control his loud roar. Then, his hand gently held it, and when he spread it out, some small pieces smaller than sand slid down from his fluffy big hand.

"It is because of these damn small chips that make us, the extremely powerful "Terminator", have to obey you damn politicians, eliminate dissidents, assassinate politicians, and interfere in other countries' politics. If you cannot complete the task, you will be directly controlled and exploded by remote control. After you come back by luck, you will have to undergo various trainings all day, and you will never end up experimenting! These are the lives of us "Terminator"!"

Sam walked to the "Terminators" behind him, patted their shoulders one by one, and said expressionlessly, with a very calm tone, as if he was not talking about himself, but obviously the "Terminators" had already recalled the unbearable past and inhumane experiments. Their eyes were already red. I believe that as long as Sam gave the order, President Smith, who was already trembling all over, would be torn to pieces by the angry them! White had already clamped his hands together, and his joints were pinching "slap", while Mike occasionally stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, as if Smith in front of him was a delicious meal waiting for him to taste. The other "Terminators" were also trembling slightly, and his fists were clenched.

Everything is just waiting for Sam's words, or a small action, or a slight hint.
Chapter completed!