Chapter 1,475 Cheyenne Mountain

In the South Pacific, a small island about two hundred nautical miles away from the Tropic of Capricorn.

On the beach with swaying coconut shadows, a man wearing a life jacket was lying face down on the beach.

On the beach behind him, there was a long trail that stretched to the edge of the sea.

Apparently, he was washed up by a wave at high tide.

I don't know how long it took, but the man's eyebrows moved, and he let out a painful groan from his throat, followed by a violent cough. The seagulls perched on the palm trees were frightened and flew up one after another. He supported the beach with his hands, turned over reluctantly, and leaned against the coconut tree.

Brian, Admiral of the United States Navy and commander-in-chief of the USS Eisenhower aircraft carrier battle group, originally he and his fleet were preparing to launch a surprise attack on the space elevator. However, when rendezvousing with four other fleets in the Mariana Islands, they suddenly encountered a Category 15 typhoon...

Brian swore to God that he had never encountered anything so bizarre in his life.

The weather forecast clearly showed that the Mariana Islands would be sunny and windy that day, but just after they met, dark clouds like pot lids appeared in the sky. Not long after, waves tens of meters high hit the fleet directly, and the violent hurricane even broke the wings of the F-35.

The attack formation that was originally prepared to deal with the Star Ring Trade Navy ended up becoming a shackle that hindered their feet. Except for the underwater submarine and a few light ships on the periphery of the fleet that may have escaped, the entire fleet was almost wiped out.

Brian had forgotten how he survived.

He only vaguely remembered that as soon as he put on his life jacket, a wave caught a heavy object and shattered the glass of the bridge, and then swept out all the people inside. At that time, the aircraft carrier had rolled over, and the carrier-based aircraft and the ground crew on the deck, which had not had time to take off, fell into the sea like dumplings.

Opening the cover of the watch, Brian knew that he was currently in the southern hemisphere through the compass on the cover and the position of the sun. As for which uninhabited desert island it is on, I am afraid only God knows...

Brian smiled bitterly and was about to stand up from the ground.

However, at this moment, several spears fell on his neck.

Cold sweat broke out for a moment, Brian gave up standing up from the ground and raised his hands instead. Eye to eye with those green beans, he tried his best to smile a little friendlier than crying, and said to these natives wearing palm leaves.

"Can-you-speak-English?"

This is obviously nonsense.

The natives were chattering and discussing, not knowing whether they were debating whether to eat him alive or peel him off and cook him...

Just when Brian was despairing about his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.

For a moment, he was stunned,

He was so shocked that he lost his words for a moment, his eyes widened, and his whole jaw dropped...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

The natives moved aside.

With a big belly, he was dressed in palm leaves as he did in the local customs, and his blond hair looked like a flat hat...

"Mr President……"

Swallowing, Admiral Brian stared at Trump in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

Although the official statement is that his whereabouts are unknown, everyone believes that he is dead...

"Mr. President?" He inserted the spear in his hand into the ground. Trump's eyebrows knitted together. Instead of being happy to meet someone of the same kind, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes as he murmured in a low voice, "It's a very interesting title, damn...why is it such a coincidence!"

"But Mr. President, you..."

"I'm dead, right? Let me guess, our president now should be Mike Pence. Although I don't know what he did, but since you are here, I guess it's probably not a good thing." He tilted the cloth. After Li En glanced at him, Trump cursed a few times.

From the moment Air Force One's engine caught fire,

He understood everything.

Looking back now, the meaningful smile on Secretary of State Rex Tillerson's face during the last meeting was really meaningful.

"Stop talking about this." Maybe he had scolded enough, Trump wiped his mouth and patted the shoulder of the native standing next to him, as if he were treating employees of Trump Group, "They are a group of good people. , at least it’s nice to me.”

"Come with me, you won't guess what I find on this island."

"An aircraft, a P-51A Mustang. The wing was shot and stained with rust... It had been broken for many years anyway. It was probably an old incident from the Pacific War. The unlucky boy never came home until he died. , regarded as a 'god' by the natives here. Maybe because of my blond hair, they regarded me as a messenger of the god... Anyway, that's what I guessed."

Perhaps it was because no one had talked to him for a while, so Trump talked a lot.

Following the chattering former president, General Breen couldn't help but ask.

"Don't you want to go back?"

"go back?"

As if he heard something funny, Trump suddenly stopped, turned around, opened his arms, raised his voice, and laughed out loud, "Why should I go back? To be the last president of the United States? Or, Do you think I can clean up the mess left by that old bastard? Why doesn’t he ask his God? Ask him face to face!”

In many public appearances, Mike Pence has declared himself a Christian first and a Republican second. In the early days, Trump used this point frequently until he won the intra-party election.

Being hit by the Tumo Star, Brian stood there with his head buried in his head, unable to answer a single word.

Although he did not believe that the United States would be defeated.

Even though the five aircraft carrier battle groups were defeated in the Pacific, they still had Ohio-class nuclear submarines and Trident nuclear missiles...

He dropped the spear in his hand on Brian's chest.

As Brian hurriedly took it, he noticed that the natives were looking at him with envy.

It was like being able to help their "god" carry the spear, which was a supreme honor.

"Don't think about going back. Don't be so depressed and be happy." After a moment of pause, Trump raised his chin and patted his shoulder and said, "This is my kingdom. From now on, You are the marshal of the Kingdom of Donald. Do your best, General Brian, I am optimistic about you."

…

Cheyenne Mountain is located in Colorado Springs, Colorado, United States. The city has a small population, but it has the most heavily defended cave military base in the world.

The tunnel of this military base has a granite mountain with a thickness of more than 300 meters. Under the maze-like command post are huge springs and rubber pads, which can withstand direct strategic nuclear strikes. It contains a complete three-defense survival system for 6,000 people, which can survive for several months in a nuclear war environment.

This is known as the "nerve center" of the US military, where all military forces in the United States can be mobilized. Even if the Pentagon and the White House both fall, as long as the president and the secretary of defense have a foot here, the American people still have hope for a comeback... …

At least that's what the American people think.

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