"The rain is getting heavier."
"Yeah."
Inside the cabin that had been converted into a banquet hall, guests in tuxedos stood by the window with glasses full of champagne in their hands and watched the rapid rain outside. There were weather drones cruising above the stratosphere, and the meteorological data within a radius of hundreds of miles were monitored by the fleet.
When setting the route, meteorological factors were taken into account as the primary factor. Often, before the storm began to brew, they had adjusted their direction and avoided it perfectly. The Americans who lived on the deck could control when it rained and when it was sunny.
Even if they accidentally encountered extreme weather such as a storm, it would not pose a threat to them at all. All the ships were firmly fixed by steel cantilevers that were as thick as an elephant's leg. The connected fleet was like a city floating on the water. Waves as tall as two people hit them, but they did not even feel the slightest jolt.
Occasionally encountering a slightly heavier rain like this was a rare beautiful sight.
Not far away, several water-storing cargo ships had opened their rain canopies. The residents living on the various cargo ships also carried colorful plastic buckets and ran to the deck, the side of the ship, and the top of the ship, looking forward to the arrival of the rain.
The rain gradually became heavier, and the raindrops that were originally the size of mung beans became the size of soybeans. When the wind blew on their faces, it did not have the slightest warmth. The people standing on the deck looked at the dark sky and finally gradually realized that something was wrong.
On the destroyer USS Jupiter, in the radar room of the meteorological monitoring center, the staff were busy running in front of the desks. Several technicians in suits stood in front of the full-system meteorological cloud map, frowning as they pointed at the parameters.
"A large number of cumulonimbus clouds are gathering in the air, and the wind has risen by three levels … What the hell is going on?"
"Is there an error in the meteorological data?" Keynes frowned. "Or is there a malfunction in the weather drone?"
After working in the meteorological monitoring center on the destroyer USS Jupiter for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a strange thing. This was the tenth time he checked the data in his hand, but no matter how many times he checked, the conclusion was always that it was sunny.
"Nothing!" Bertram, who was standing next to him, shook his head. "It's normal! This was the strangest part. All the data was correct, but the final result of the analysis was completely different from what we were seeing now! There must be a malfunction somewhere, it's like … "
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped.
His expression was as if he was shocked by his own conjecture.
"As if?" Keynes frowned and asked.
After hesitating for a moment, Bertram finally finished his conjecture.
"It's as if someone tampered with our weather …"
Bertram's conjecture was correct, and some one did tamper with their weather.
To be more precise, NAC just returned to them what they originally intended to do to the West Coast.
Just when the Meteorological Monitoring Center on the destroyer USS Jupiter reported the news to the Department of Defense on the USS Obama for urgent confirmation of this conjecture, the roaring wind finally revealed its fangs hidden under the waves.
The raindrops were getting heavier, and the raging wind was like a blade, blowing so hard that the people on the deck could not open their eyes. The plastic bucket that was filled with water was blown over. The main shaft of the water collector was broken, and it drooped backwards like an overturned umbrella.
The raging storm piled up in the air, condensing the cumulonimbus clouds into a pitch-black cyclone that stretched as far as the eye could see. The entire sky was shrouded by the roar of the storm, and the people who succumbed to the despotic power of nature finally began to tremble.
"God, this wind is too strong!"
"Damn it, what the hell are those guys thinking about?! Are they diving into a typhoon?! "
"We are sailing to the eye of the storm!"
"Enough, stop!"
Looking at the situation on the side of the fleet not far away and the dense dark clouds, the VIPs standing in the banquet hall finally put away the Feast for the Eyes and let out a scream of horror. Some people roared and questioned why they didn't change course. Some people knelt down and prayed, begging God to be merciful.
But obviously, God couldn't hear their prayers.
Even if God heard them, it didn'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 aircraft carrier, the USS Obama, was like a small boat in front of the overwhelming waves.
The wide bow of the ship was completely out of the water, and with the turbulence of the waves, it drilled into the water. 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 slammed into the water.
The crew on the deck was directly thrown out and disappeared into the sea. Those hiding in the cabin were not much better. With the turbulence of the waves, they hit the ceiling from the ground, then fell back down.
The most unfortunate thing was the two helicopters parked on the tarmac. Before they had time to take off, they were slammed into the sea by a wave.
As for the fleet behind the aircraft carrier, it was even worse.
Cargo ships were connected by mechanical cantilevers. In the past, this structure could play a stabilizing role at sea.
However, it was obviously not a normal situation. A typhoon that exceeded a Category 16 swept through the center of the fleet, and rivets flew out like cannonballs. The broken mechanical cantilevers and damaged cargo ships were swept into the air together, and then violently thrown out, creating more garbage on the sea level …
"What's going on! This is impossible! How did they know we were here … Wait, isn't the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center under the control of General McCarthy? " Sean, who had already put on his seat belt, clenched the handrail on the wall with his fingers, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Directly opposite the window was the Rhino, his district.
But now, he could only watch as the luxury cruise ship, along with the other ships in the fleet, was engulfed by the raging typhoon …
"Mr. President, we should go." The soldier in power armor stumbled open the door of the office, looked at Mr. President hanging on the wall, and hurriedly said, "The power system of the USS Obama has a serious failure. The minister asked me to inform you to go immediately —"
"Go? You f * cking tell me, where else can we go! "
Sean roared with bloodshot eyes as he looked at the commander of the Special Forces who tried to persuade him.
Any ship was equipped with a submersible that could be used to escape to the bottom of the sea in the event of an accident, and the USS Obama was no exception. As the president of the UA, Sean certainly knew this, but even if he knew, he didn't want to run.
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 was most likely that NAC had already taken control of the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center.
In this case, General McCarthy and the Fourth Marine Brigade led by him should be dead.
This wind blew away the last destiny of the UA. Even if he lived, what was the point? He lost the aircraft carrier, he lost the destroyer, and only a concentration camp in Panama was left. He couldn't even gather half a brigade of soldiers.
Even if he managed to escape from here, the ending that awaited him would not change at all …
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