Chapter 1,419 The Giant Ship of America

"The rain is getting heavier."

"yes."

In the cabin that had been converted into a banquet hall, guests in tuxedos were holding glasses full of champagne and standing by the window admiring the increasingly rapid raindrops outside the window. There are weather drones cruising above the stratosphere, and the weather data for hundreds of miles around is under the monitoring of the fleet.

When setting the route, meteorological factors are taken into consideration as the primary factor. Often, before the storm begins to brew, they have already adjusted their direction to avoid it perfectly. When it rains and when it shines, Americans living on deck can control it.

Taking ten thousand steps back, even if they accidentally encounter extreme weather such as a storm, it will not threaten them at all. All the ships are firmly fixed by steel cantilevers as thick as elephant legs. The connected fleet is like a city floating on the water. When the waves are as high as two people, you can't even feel the slightest bump.

Occasionally it rains a little heavier like this, but it is a rare beauty.

Not far away, several water-storing freighters had opened their rain-collecting awnings. Residents living on each freighter also ran to the deck, shipside, and top of the ship with colorful plastic buckets, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the sweet rain.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the raindrops that were originally the size of mung beans turned into the size of soybeans, and the gentle gentleness that moisturized things was not felt when it blew on people's faces. The people standing on the deck looked at the dark sky and finally realized that something was wrong.

In the radar room of the weather monitoring center on the USS Jupiter, the staff were busy running around desks. Several technicians in suits stood in front of the weather cloud map of the entire system, frowning at that one. Points to each parameter.

"A large number of cumulonimbus clouds gathered in the sky, and the wind force increased by three levels... What the hell is going on?"

"There is an error in the weather data?" Keynes frowned, "Or the weather drone is malfunctioning."

After working in the weather monitoring center on the USS Jupiter for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a strange thing. This is already the tenth time he has checked the data in his opponent's hands. However, no matter how many times it is, the conclusion should be sunny.

"None of them!" Bertram, who was standing next to him, shook his head. "Normal can no longer be normal! This is the strangest thing. Obviously all the data are correct, but the final analysis results are different from what we see now. It's the complete opposite! There must be something wrong somewhere, it's like..."

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped talking.

That expression seemed to be taken aback by his own suspicion.

"Like?" Keynes asked with a frown.

After hesitating for a moment, Bertram finally finished his speculation.

"It's like someone took a tamper with our weather..."

Bertram's guess was correct, someone had indeed tampered with their weather.

To be more accurate, the NAC simply returned to them exactly what they originally planned to do to the West Coast.

Just when the weather monitoring center on the USS Jupiter reported the news to the Department of Defense on the USS Obama to urgently verify this conjecture, the roaring wind finally revealed its power hidden under the waves. tooth.

The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and the raging wind was like a blade, making the people on the deck unable to open their eyes. The plastic bucket filled with water was blown over directly, and the water collector spread out around the water storage boat had its main axis broken, like an overturned umbrella hanging backwards.

The raging storm piled up in the sky, condensing the cumulonimbus clouds into a black cyclone with no end in sight. The entire sky was shrouded in the roar of the storm, and the people who succumbed to the power of nature finally began to tremble.

"God, the wind is too strong!"

"Damn it, what on earth are those guys driving the boat thinking! Are they trying to get into a typhoon?!"

"We're heading toward the eye of the storm!"

"That's enough, stop it!"

Looking at the situation happening not far away from the fleet and the dark clouds,

The distinguished guests standing in the banquet hall finally stopped looking at the pleasing sight and let out horrified shouts. Some people roared loudly and asked why the course had not been changed. Some people knelt down and prayed, begging God to lift his hand.

But it was clear that God could not hear their prayers.

Even if you hear it, it won't help.

Because it was not God who wanted them to die, but Jiang Chen.

The huge waves tens of meters high far exceeded the highest point of the aircraft carrier. Even the most majestic USS Obama was no more than a small boat in front of this overwhelming wave.

The broad bow was completely out of the water, and it suddenly got into the water with the turbulence of the waves. It didn't take long for it to return to the air again. The entire aircraft carrier was like a roller coaster that was pushed to the peak by the roaring waves and crashed into it. Into the water.

The crew members on the deck were thrown directly out and fell into the sea and disappeared. Those hiding in the cabin were not much better. With the turbulence of the waves, they were knocked from the ground to the ceiling together with other debris, and then were thrown back again.

The most pity was that the two helicopters parked on the tarmac were blown into the sea by a wave before they could take off.

As for the fleet behind the aircraft carrier, it is even worse.

The cargo ships are connected by mechanical cantilevers. If normal, this structure can provide stability at sea.

However, this is obviously not an ordinary situation. A typhoon exceeding level 16 passed through the center of the fleet. Rivets flew out like cannonballs. The broken mechanical cantilever and the damaged freighter were thrown into the air together, and then Throw it out roughly, creating more garbage on the sea level...

"What's going on! This is impossible! How do they know we are here...Wait a minute, isn't the West Coast Weather Monitoring Center under the control of General McCarthy?" His fingers clenched tightly on the handrail of the wall, already Sean, who was wearing a seat belt, had bloodshot eyes.

Directly opposite the window was the Rhino, his constituency.

And now, he is just watching the luxury cruise ship, together with other ships in the fleet, being swallowed up by the raging typhoon...

"Mr. President, it's time for us to leave." Stumbling open the door of the office, the soldier in power armor looked at the Mr. President hanging on the wall and said hurriedly, "There is a serious malfunction in the power system of the USS Obama. , the minister asked me to inform you to go immediately—"

"Leave? You fucking tell me where else to go!"

Looking at the special forces officer who was trying to persuade him, Sean roared with red eyes.

Every ship is equipped with a submersible, which can be used to escape to the bottom of the sea in the event of an accident, and the Obama is no exception. As the president of the United States, Sean certainly knows this, but even if he knows, he doesn't want to run away.

Although he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, he actually understood what was going on. The reason why this typhoon appeared here is probably because people from NAC have taken control of the West Coast Weather Monitoring Center.

In this way, General McCarthy and the Fourth Marine Brigade led by him should be in danger.

This wind has blown away the last breath of America. Even if he survives, what's the point? The aircraft carrier was lost, the destroyer was lost, and only a concentration camp in Panama was left, which could not even gather half a brigade of soldiers.

Even if he escapes from here, nothing will change in the ending that awaits him in the end...