Chapter 1,412 Race Against Time

On the USS Obama, a banquet was going on.

Ladies and gentlemen in evening gowns danced on the dance floor. Politicians and businessmen standing beside the long banquet table clinked glasses with each other and chatted eagerly. Among them are ship owners, businessmen, members of Congress, and bureaucrats serving in government agencies.

Such banquets are very common on the Obama, as if something worth celebrating happens every few days. Even though most of the poor people on the freighters are struggling to make ends meet, this does not prevent them from squeezing out a little bit of material to enjoy life.

"...Have you heard of Congressman Bansal's proposal? He actually proposed to the Congress that he would close the ranch of Lahaina and release a thousand two-headed Brahmins into the wild? Jesus, I have never heard of such a proposal. Ridiculous proposal!"

“Now that anyone can sneak into our Congress, we must tighten the threshold for becoming a member.”

"But we cannot ignore the opinions of a thousand Indian Americans. If they strike in protest, it will be very nerve-wracking for us."

“I heard it recently”

"Loss? Are you kidding? USN used all its strength to crush them like an ant!"

"It is said that the USN Marine Corps scrapped more than five hundred NS-90 robots. Our aircraft have succeeded, but in the end they are still a step slow."

"They won't always be so lucky. Let's drink to America's future!"

"Haha, cheers!"

"..."

Looking at the plate full of charcoal-grilled double-headed Brahman beef, mutated cod burgers topped with mud crab roe sauce, and goblets full of Quantum champagne, Zhou Guoping sighed helplessly, feeling that he had no appetite at all.

According to NAC standards, the style of this banquet can only be said to be extremely low. If nothing else, at least at NAC banquets, canned food is never treated as a treasure and placed in the most conspicuous place on the banquet table, and you have to show identification when receiving the meal.

Of course, this is not their fault. After all, for these survivors who are drifting on the sea and have no fixed place to live, canned food can really be regarded as a kind of luxury product.

He misses his days in Sixth Street so much now.

At least when it comes to food, NAC has never treated its own people badly.

Arriving aboard the Obama, instead of mistreating him, these Americans regarded him as an interesting character...or a rare animal. President Sean specifically allowed him to attend banquets on the aircraft carrier as the "NAC Governor" and even allowed him to live on the aircraft carrier as a state guest.

"...We are a multicultural country. As long as you are willing to accept our ideas, you are one of us. Abuse of prisoners of war is the work of barbarians, not us." These are the original words of President Sean, although The tone of the words was high-sounding, but to Zhou Guoping's ears, these words were no different from farts.

He had not seen any of his compatriots since boarding the ship.

Obviously, those three thousand colonists were not sent to the American fleet at all. As for where they were sent, he had some idea these days.

Although this group of Americans has moved factories, farms, and even farmland onto the decks of cargo ships, this fleet is not all of the United States. After all, there are no waste products on board that can be recycled, and there are no resources that can be mined.

The source of materials for the American fleet mainly relies on the concentration camps in Panama, where criminals, slaves, and prisoners captured from survivor settlements in South America are held, and they are engaged in the most basic work of scavenging, mining, and resource recycling.

Zhou Guoping can be 100% certain that the 3,000 colonial residents have been sent there, and even the more than 30,000 slaves he redeemed are very likely to have been sent there... Even those slaves, most of them Most are native North Americans.

At this moment, a familiar and annoying voice came from the side. He saw a man in a suit and leather shoes walking towards him with a smile and a goblet in his hand.

"Haha, dear Mr. Zhou Guoping,

How have you been lately? Are you still getting used to life on a ship? "

Seeing this face, Governor Zhou's originally normal mood suddenly became less beautiful.

The man in front of him was none other than Sean Luke, the president of the United States of America and captain of the USS Obama.

Although the USN Marine Corps suffered a big loss at the hands of NAC some time ago, at this moment, Sean's face did not show any emotion such as anger. Instead, he wore a bright smile, two tables away. , raised his wine glass to Zhou Guoping from a distance.

As a president, he needs to show enough grace when facing prisoners to win the favor of neutral people "at home".

Although Zhou Guoping could feel it from far away, the president looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you for your consideration." Out of helplessness, he patiently raised the goblet and said stiffly, "I'm fine. Except for occasional seasickness, everything else is fine."

"Really?" Sean laughed, "I hope you can enjoy this banquet for the sake of the upcoming victory."

"Then I have to have a good drink." Zhou Guoping grinned and said sarcastically without leaving any trace.

He didn't hear the sarcasm in Zhou Guoping's tone. Perhaps he heard it but didn't care. The president turned to the guests who were surrounding him and started chatting with them with a smile.

Zhou Guoping, who was forgotten in the corner, put down his wine glass, walked outside the cabin, leaned against the guardrail and lit a low-quality cigarette.

The soldier on duty outside turned slightly to the side and stared at him unabashedly.

Ignoring the wary gaze, Zhou Guoping planned to go back for a breather. He could also hear some outside news from the conversations between those people.

However, at this moment, the cigarette he had just finished smoking suddenly fell from his mouth into the sea.

Pretending that the cigarette was blown away by the sea breeze, Zhou Guoping concealed the ecstasy on his face by lowering his head. The soldiers watching him didn't notice anything unusual, and they still stood there motionless on duty.

Just now, the sound of electricity with a hint of noise suddenly appeared in his mind.

"This is the Parrot... Are you Mr. Governor?"

…

A week has passed since the Order arrived on the west coast, and three days have passed since the power armor team set off for the desert.

During this week, almost every day, a small USN aircraft would break into the colony's radar detection area, shoot a long-range air-to-air missile at the Order from a distance, and then turn around before approaching the shooting range of the colony's anti-aircraft firepower. Head back.

This kind of harassment is meaningless. For conventional air-to-air missiles at such a long distance, even if ground-based air defense weapons are not needed, the airship's own laser point defense weapon is enough to cause the missile to explode in the air over a long distance.

"Their number of F-79s should be very limited." Jiang Chen put down his binoculars and squinted at the direction the flying team was leaving. "If I had extra aircraft on hand, I would definitely take a gamble. .”

As long as the blockade of the ground fire network is broken and the enemy's "aircraft carrier" is replaced with a few aircraft, the benefits will be quite huge. However, these fighter jets did not dare to rush into the NAC's firepower network. Apart from visiting the West Coast airspace every day as if they were checking in, they did not do anything.

Obviously, the battle damage to five aircraft had already left them exhausted.

"What are they waiting for?" Zheng Shanhe frowned.

"A wind," Jiang Chen paused for a moment, smiled, and then said, "or a hurricane, a tornado, or a lightning storm or something like that."

After being slightly stunned, Zheng Shanhe didn't react at first. After two seconds, he looked at Jiang Chen with a huge shock in his heart.

"You, you mean!"

"That's right." Jiang Chen nodded, a dangerous light flashing in his slightly narrowed eyes, "Now the National Guard and the Minutemen are on our side, and the troops are stationed in the camp next to the fortress. If USN planes come here every day, then they should not be able to detect this."

For the USN, the survivor forces on the West Coast have stood against them and become an obstacle to their revival of the United States.

In this way, since they have taken the lead in finding the West Coast Weather Monitoring Center, it is obviously a more convenient option to directly use meteorological weapons to wash the ground. As for why the USN people haven't done this yet, it can only be understood that it takes a certain amount of time to activate weather weapons, or certain conditions are required to summon a large natural disaster.

Now we can only pray that the powered armor troops sent to the Nevada Desert can snatch the West Coast Weather Monitoring Center back from the USN before the USN launches a weather strike...