takes 96 hellfire missiles

When a second wave of much more powerful missiles struck Godzilla, the creature let loose with a bellow of rage that shook the windows of Burgleman’s store.
Godzilla’s bony spines danced with electric fire as powerful explosions racked his tortured mass.
Suddenly, the yowling monster threw up his claws in a defensive posture and tumbled down.  When he struck the earth, the ground trembled.  Then a wave of tectonic force moved under the parking lot, rippling the pavement.  The wave continued forward until it buckled the sidewalk where Craig Burgleman stood.
Behind him, the plate-glass windows of his computer shop cracked.  Two stores down, the front windows of a dress shop shattered, spilling a shower of glass and several mannequins onto the sidewalk.
To Burgleman’s surprise, gouts of melted green plastic and chunks of rubber began to rain down on the mall’s parking lot.  He jumped backward, trying to get under the awning of his store before he, too, was hit.
He didn’t move fast enough.  Before he took a step, his face, neck, and shirt were splattered by the green slime.  Startled and sickened, Burgleman Hastily wiped the sticky stuff off his face with his hands.
The liquid was thick, and had a particular metallic smell--not unlike the electronic smell of his storeroom.  As Burgleman looked at the stuff on his hands, another chunk of black rubber dropped to the ground at his feet.  Despite a feeling of mounting horror, Burgleman bent down to examine the debris.
He discovered that it wasn’t rubber at all.  Nor was the stuff on his shirt melted plastic.  The black rubber was really chunks of Godzilla’s flesh, blasted away from the creature’s body.  And the green goo was… Godzilla’s blood.