pjbooks Chapter 266 I Want to Cause Trouble
Chapter 266 I Want to Cause Trouble
"Mark, take everyone outside for a bit. I need to talk to the old man about something alone."
Lin Fan hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Mark.
Mark was taken aback by what he heard, but he didn't ask any further questions. He turned around and led everyone out of the room.
After the door closed, only Lin Fan and his son Lin Jianguo remained in the command room.
Lin Jianguo looked at his son, not in a hurry to speak, but waiting for him to speak first.
Lin Fan remained silent for a moment.
"dad."
"Um?"
"Have you forgotten something?"
Upon hearing Lin Fan's question, Lin Jianguo looked puzzled: "What is it?"
"Have you forgotten that you're not the only one in this world who can transform?"
Hearing him say that, Lin Jianguo was taken aback at first.
But soon, as if he had thought of something, his expression changed.
It was only at this moment that he remembered that Lin Fan, that little brat, wasn't just in this one form.
Those are the same creatures that possess scales as him.
Of course, there is also the beast form.
only……
Back in the day, this rascal caused quite a bit of trouble in that island nation.
Especially the way he finally transforms into the King of Monsters, ruthlessly tormenting his ordinary life...
Even now, thinking back on it still makes my blood boil.
It's just that this kid has been too well-behaved lately, which made him forget about it for a while. If this kid hadn't brought it up, he would have almost forgotten about it.
Upon realizing this, he instantly understood Lin Fan's intentions and his eyes widened in shock.
You wouldn't be thinking of...
"Yes. Just as you think."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Lin Fan nodded readily.
Upon hearing his admission, Lin Jianguo couldn't help but shout:
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm not crazy."
As he spoke, Lin Fan walked to the map of the United States hanging on the wall and pointed to the locations where nuclear power plants had been marked.
"Old Lin, these nuclear power plants are either leaking now, or on their way to leaking."
"For the US, this is a catastrophe."
"Of course, I didn't want to be a Homelander, nor did I intend to save them."
But I feel that these things... for me...
A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"This is an inexhaustible source of nourishment."
Hearing him say that, Lin Jianguo opened his mouth.
Well, I couldn't find a rebuttal for a moment.
From any perspective, logically speaking, Lin Fan's statement makes perfect sense.
Godzilla, as the king of monsters, is powered by radioactive material.
What is deadly radiation to humans is the purest nutritional supplement for her son.
It's somewhat wasteful to let these things spread freely outside.
"So...you're not thinking of absorbing all the radiation from these nuclear power plants, are you?"
"Hehe, absorption is one aspect."
Lin Fan did not deny it, but he had another purpose.
"Of course, I'd also like to try and see if I can create some new evolved species, since this country is pretty much what it is."
If this had happened before, I wouldn't have even considered trying it, but now... this is a rare opportunity, don't you think, Lao Lin!
A rare opportunity.
indeed.
Lin Jianguo fell silent for a moment.
Looking back, I never expected that my son would end up like this when I took him to see the cherry blossoms.
He looked at the map, then at his son who was slightly excited, and for a moment he didn't know whether what he had done was right or wrong.
But right or wrong is no longer important at this moment.
Looking at his son, a scene involuntarily flashed into his mind.
That is, Lin Fan transformed into a giant beast, leading a group of monster minions, rampaging across North America, and eventually becoming the Crimson Lotus form from the movie...
That scene...
Well, how should I put it?
That might be a bit outrageous.
But it also makes people want to take a look.
"So you asked Cheyenne Mountain for the coordinates of the nuclear facilities before..."
"It's partly for leverage in negotiations, and partly for this too."
Lin Fan readily admitted it.
"They give me the coordinates, saving me the trouble of searching one by one. If they don't, I'll have a drone explore slowly. It's just less efficient."
Lin Jianguo took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"What about nuclear weapons? You want to eat them too?"
"Of course, those are enriched uranium and plutonium; those are all good stuff."
When Lin Fan said this, his tone was as relaxed as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.
"Of course, don't worry, I won't let this thing fall into the wrong hands. I'll just eat it directly. I'll absorb the radioactive material."
Lin Jianguo looked at his son and fell completely silent.
Throughout history, there is probably only one person who could say such a thing.
It's true what they say, the younger generation surpasses the older generation, and the son is even better than the father!
Lin Jianguo sighed inwardly, then said helplessly:
"Alright, whatever you say."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and added:
"But one thing is certain: you must never let anyone know about your transformation except for someone you trust."
"Do you even need to tell me?" Lin Fan rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid. Besides, with Da Wu around, who could we possibly not trust?"
The father and son exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken.
Although many people in China have speculated about Lin Fan's identity as Godzilla, it is just speculation.
As long as he doesn't admit it, no one dares to draw any conclusions.
Lin Fan walked back to the communication station and glanced at the communication panel that was still flashing, waiting to be connected.
"Alright, that's about enough. If we keep leaving them hanging, I'm really worried they'll break down."
As he spoke, he walked to the door, pushed it open, and called out to the outside:
"Mark, come in."
Mark, who had been standing outside, immediately jogged over upon hearing the commotion.
"Boss, what can I do for you?"
"Let everyone in, then speak with Xia Yanshan."
Upon hearing this, Mark quickly called the staff in the corridor to come in.
Soon, everyone returned to their respective work stations.
Mark glanced at the communication panel, confirmed that the signal was still coming from Cheyenne Mountain, and then pressed the answer button.
The moment the call connected, a jumble of noises came from the other end.
It sounded like several people were talking at the same time, or like someone had knocked something over.
Then Monica's voice rang out, speaking much faster than before.
"Mr. Lin? Is that you?"
Lin Fan leaned back in his chair leisurely, his tone extremely lazy.
"Oh, Ms. Monica. I'm sorry, I was eating and didn't notice your call."
Have a meal?
Lin Fan's words immediately silenced the person on the other end of the communication.
We're all on tenterhooks here, and you're still in the mood to eat?
Greg's voice came from afar. Although it was hard to hear clearly, judging from his tone, he was probably cursing.
Monica, however, paused briefly before quickly speaking:
"Mr. Lin, we have important information to discuss. It concerns the nuclear power plant..."
"Oh, that's what happened."
Lin Fan interrupted her, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather.
"Let me guess... has there been another nuclear power plant accident?"
Suddenly, the other side fell silent again.
It wasn't until quite a while later that the person on the other end spoke again:
"...How did you know?"
Lin Fan didn't answer directly, but instead picked up the data team's report on the table and flipped through it.
How I know this is none of your concern.
However, Ms. Monica, I have a current status assessment of the nuclear power plant that we ourselves have gathered. Would you like to hear it?
Without waiting for a reply, he began to read it aloud.
"Bradwood, has been leaked."
The bottom of the peach-shaped object appears to be leaked.
Okonni, cooling system failure, expected to cause an accident within 48 hours.
Indian Cape..."
He paused for a moment.
"This is the most interesting. It's fifty kilometers from downtown New York City."
Of course, there probably aren't many people left in New York right now, so the impact might not be significant.
Are you even speaking human language?