I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1419: The Great Wheel of America

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"The rain is getting bigger and bigger."

"Yeah."

In the cabin of the banquet hall, the guests in tuxedos carried champagne filled with wine glasses and stood by the window to enjoy the gradual raindrops outside the window. Meteorological drones are cruising above the stratosphere, and the meteorological data for hundreds of miles are under the supervision of the fleet.

When setting up the route, meteorological factors are taken into account as the primary factor, often before the storm begins to brew, they have adjusted their direction to avoid it perfectly. When it rains and when it is fine, it is controllable for Americans living on deck.

Ten thousand steps back, even if they encounter unexpected weather such as storms, they will never threaten them. All the boats were firmly fixed by steel cantilevers like legs, and the connected fleet was like a city floating on the water. The two high waves hit them, and they could not feel even a little bumps.

Sometimes like this, the occasional heavy rain is a rare beauty.

Not far away, several water storage cargo ships have opened rain canopies, and residents living on each cargo ship have also carried colorful plastic buckets to the deck, the ship ’s side, and the top of the ship, looking forward to Gan Lin Advent.

The rain was getting bigger. The raindrops that were originally big green beans became the size of soy beans, blowing on people's faces even without the moist and gentle warmth. The people standing on the deck looked at the black sky and finally realized something was wrong.

On the destroyer Jupiter, in the radar room of the meteorological monitoring center, the staff was busy running around the desks, and several technicians in suits stood in front of the entire meteorological cloud map, and their brows were facing each other. Pointing at each parameter.

"A large number of cumulonimbus clouds gather in the air, and the wind power rises straight up three levels ... Damn, what the **** is going on?"

"Is there an error in the weather data?" Keynes frowned, "still the weather drone malfunctions."

After working in the Meteorological Monitoring Center on the destroyer Jupiter for so many years, he has seen this strange thing for the first time. This is already the data of his tenth nuclear opponent, but no matter how many times, the conclusion should be sunny.

"None!" Bertrand standing next to him shook his head. "Normal can't be normal! This is the strangest place. All the data are correct, but the final analysis results are not What we see now is the opposite! There must be something wrong, it ’s like ... "

Half-way through, he suddenly stopped talking.

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

"It's like?" Keynes frowned.

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

"It ’s as if someone has moved our weather ..."

Bertrand ’s guess is correct, and some people are indeed tempted by their weather.

More precisely, NAC just returned what they had planned to do to the West Coast.

The meteorological monitoring center on the destroyer Jupiter reported the news to the Department of Defense located on the Aubama. When the conjecture was urgently verified, the roaring wind finally showed its hidden in the waves Under fangs.

The raindrops are getting bigger and bigger, the raging wind is like a blade, and the people on the blowing deck ca n’t open their eyes. The plastic bucket filled with water was directly blown over, and the water collector of the water storage vessel spreading around was directly broken off the main shaft, like a blown umbrella dragging backwards.

Rampant storms piled up in the air, condensing that cumulonimbus cloud into dark, out-of-sight cyclones. The whole sky was shrouded by the storm's roar, and the people who succumbed to the natural wickedness finally began to tremble.

"God, this wind is too big!"

"Damn, what are the guys who sailed? What are you doing in the typhoon?"

"We are heading for the storm eye!"

"Enough is enough, stop now!"

Looking at the situation that happened not far away from the fleet, and the dark clouds, the VIPs standing in the banquet hall finally converged their sights and gave out a horrified cry. Someone roared loudly and asked why he had not changed course. Someone prayed on his knees, begging God to raise his noble hand.

But obviously, God cannot hear their prayers.

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

Because it is not God who wants them to die, but Jiang Chen.

The tens of meters high waves far exceed the highest point of the aircraft carrier. Even the most majestic aircraft carrier, the Ao Ba Ma, is just a small boat in front of the waves hit by the mountains and the sea.

The wide bow was completely out of the water. With the turbulence of the wave, it suddenly fell into the water, and it did n’t take long to return to the air again. Slammed into the water at once.

The crew on the deck was dumped directly and disappeared into the sea. Hiding in the cabin was not much better. With the turbulence of the tide and other debris, it hit the ceiling from the ground and was then thrown back.

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

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

A cargo ship is connected by a mechanical cantilever. If it is usual, this structure can stabilize the sea.

However, it is clearly not the case now. Typhoon beyond the 16th level traverses from the center of the fleet, and rivets burst like cannonballs. The broken mechanical cantilever and the damaged freighter were stirred into the air. In the middle, and then violently dumped out, creating more garbage at sea level ...

"What's going on! It's impossible! How did they know we were here ... Wait, isn't the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center under General McCarthy's control?" The finger buckled the wall. The handrail, Sean, already wearing a seat belt, was covered with bloodshot eyes.

Rhino is directly opposite the window, his selection.

Now, he is so staring at the luxury cruise ship, along with other ships in the fleet, swallowed up by the raging typhoon ...

"Mr. President, we should go." Stumbled across the door of the office, and the soldier in power armor looked at Mr. President hanging on the wall and said hurriedly, "Aubama Power System In the event of a serious failure, the Minister asked me to inform you to go immediately — "

"Go? What did you tell me, where else can I go!"

Looking at the chief of the special forces trying to persuade himself, Sean growled crimson.

Any submersible is installed on any ship. In the event of an accident, you can take the submersible to escape to the bottom of the sea, and the Aubama is naturally no exception. As President of the United States, Sean certainly would not know this, but even if he knew it, he did not want to run away.

Although he could n’t believe what was happening in front of him, he actually knew what was going on. The reason why this typhoon appears here is that most of the NAC people have already controlled the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center.

In this way, General McCarthy and the Fourth Marine Brigade led by him should have been fierce.

This wind blows the last breath of America, even if he lives, what's the point? Losing the carrier and the destroyer, only one concentration camp was left in Panama, and even half of the soldiers of the brigade could not get together.

Even if he escapes from here, and finally waits for his ending, nothing will change ...