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I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)
Chapter 1418: The Ships Of USNChapter 1418: The Ships Of USN
“It’s raining harder.”
“Yes.”
In the ship cabin that was converted into a banquet hall, guests in tailcoats were still holding onto their goblet full of champagne. They stood by the window while they watched the droplets of rain that started to turn bigger and faster. Weather drones cruised above the stratosphere, and weather data within hundreds of miles were monitored by the fleet.
When the fleet established its path, meteorological factors were considered as the top priority, and often before the storm began to brew, the fleet would have adjusted its route to perfectly avoid the storm. For the Americans living on the deck, sunny or rainy weather was all controllable.
Even in the worst-case scenario that they accidentally encountered extreme weather such as storms, the weather would not even pose a threat. All the ships were firmly joined together by steel cantilevers as thick as elephant trunks. The connected fleet was like a city that floated on the water. A wave as tall as a few meters did not even cause the slightest turbulence.
The occasional heavy rain like this was a rare scene of beauty.
Not far away, several water storage cargo ships had opened their tarps to collect water. Residents living on the different cargo ships also rushed out onto the deck with their colorful plastic buckets as they eagerly waited for the rain to come.
The rain was getting heavier, and the mung bean-sized drips turned into soybean-sized droplets. People no longer felt the gentleness of the water when the droplets splashed onto their faces. The people on the deck looked at the sky turning dark and finally realized something was wrong.
On USS Jupiter Destroyer, in the radar room of the meteorological monitoring center, the staff quickly moved between desks. Several technicians in suits stood in front of the holographic meteorological cloud map with serious frowns as they pointed at each of the parameters.
“A lot of cumulonimbus clouds have gathered in the sky, and the wind speed skyrocketed by three levels… Damn it, what is going on?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Wrong weather data?” Keynes frowned. “Or the weather drone is malfunctioning.”
After working at the monitoring center on the Jupiter destroyer for so many years, it was the first time he had seen such a strange occurrence. It was the tenth time he verified the data in his hand, but regardless of the number of times he looked, the conclusion he could make was sunny.
“No!” Bertram, next to him, shook his head. “The data can’t be more normal! This is the strangest thing. The parameters are accurate, but the final result is the complete opposite of what we see now! There must be something wrong, as if…”
Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped talking.
That expression on his face was as if he was shocked by his own intuition.
“As if?” Keynes asked with a frown.
After Bertram hesitated for a moment, he finally finished his speculation.
“It’s as if someone tampered with our weather…”
Bertram’s guess was correct. Someone did indeed tamper with their weather.
To put it more accurately, NAC just returned what they originally planned to do to the West Coast intact.
The meteorological monitoring center aboard USS Jupiter Destroyer reported the news to the Department of Defense on USS Obama. When the center was urgently requesting verification, the roaring wind finally revealed its hidden fang under the rumbling waves.
The raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and the raging wind, like blades, made people on the deck unable to open their eyes. The plastic buckets filled with water were blown away. The main axis on the water storage cargo ship’ spread out tarp was directly snapped in half and like a broken umbrella, it drooped backward.
The raging storm gathered above and condensed the cumulonimbus cloud into endless dark cyclones. The entire sky was shrouded in the roar of the storm, and the people who succumbed to reality finally began to tremble.
“God, this wind is too strong!”
“Fu*k, what are the guys on the boat thinking! Are they trying to go into the eye of the storm?!”
“We are heading towards the eye of the storm!”
“Enough, stop it!”
While they watched the situation on the fleet not far away, as well as heavy dark clouds, the distinguished guests in the banquet hall finally stopped their delightful sightseeing and let out cries of horror. Some people screamed and asked why they didn’t change their course. Some people knelt and prayed, begging God to spare them.
But obviously, God could not hear their prayers.
Even if he could hear it, it was futile.
Because it was not God who sealed their fate, but Jiang Chen.
The huge waves tens of meters high far surpassed the highest point of the aircraft carrier. Even the most majestic USS Obama Aircraft Carrier was nothing but a small boat in front of the crashing waves.
The broad bow completely left the water, then along with the turbulence of the waves, crushed down into the ocean, and it didn’t take long before it was sent into the air again. The entire aircraft carrier was like a roller coaster pushed up to the highest point by the roaring sea, then sent down by the surging waves.
The crew on the deck was thrown out and fell into the ocean and disappeared. The ones hiding in the cabin were not much better. Along with the waves, they were thrown into the ceiling along with other debris and items, then they were smashed down again by gravity.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe two helicopters parked on the tarmac suffered the most unfortunate fate. They didn’t even get to the takeoff before they were engulfed by a wave.
As for the fleet behind the aircraft carrier, it was even worse.
The cargo ships connected by the mechanical cantilevers in usual situations were used to stabilize the entire structure.
However, it was obviously not the usual situation right now. A category six hurricane just rampaged across the entire fleet; the rivets were popped out like cannonballs; the broken mechanical cantilevers and the damaged cargo ships were scooped up into the air, then tossed out, and created more rubbish on the ocean surface…
“What’s going on! It’s impossible! How did they know we are here… Wait, isn’t the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center under the control of McCarthy?” Sean’s fingers clenched onto the railing beside him and a safety belt was wrapped around him. His eyes were bloodshot.
Right in front of the window was Rhino, his constituency.
And now, he just watched that luxury cruise ship, together with the other ships in the fleet, get swallowed up by the raging hurricane…
“Mr. President, we should go.” The soldier in power armor stumbled through the office door, looked at Mr. President barely hanging on, and hurriedly said, “There is a major failure in the power system of the USS Obama. The minister asked me to inform you to evacuate right away—”
“Evacuate? YOU FU*KING TELL ME WHERE ELSE I CAN GO!”
Sean roared at this special force commander with his eyes completely red.
Any ship was equipped with a submersible, which could be used to escape to the bottom of the sea in the event of an accident, and USS Obama was no exception. As the President of the United States, Sean certainly was aware of this. But even so, he didn’t plan to leave.
Although he couldn’t believe what was happening before him, he actually realized what happened. The reason why this hurricane appeared here was most likely the result of NAC taking control of the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center.
Colonel McCarthy and the Fourth Marine Brigade he led had likely suffered an ill fate.
The raging storm blew away the last breath of the United States. Even if he survived, what was the point? He lost the aircraft carrier, the destroyer, with only a concentration camp in Panama left, he could barely form half a brigade of soldiers.
Even if he escaped from here, the fate destined for him would not change…