I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1412: Fight against time

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Aboard the USS Aumara, a banquet is in progress.

Ladies and gentlemen in evening dresses danced gracefully on the dance floor. Politicians and businessmen standing next to the banquet table clink each other and eagerly talk and exchange ideas. Among them are ship owners, businessmen, members of Congress, and bureaucrats serving government agencies.

Such banquets are common on the Aubamar, as if something worthy of celebration occurs every few days. Even though most of the poor people on the freighters struggled on the food and clothing line, this did not prevent them from squeezing out a little material to enjoy life.

"... Have you heard of Mr. Bansal ’s proposal? He actually proposed to Congress to close the ranch of Lahaina and release a thousand double-headed brahmin? **** is on it, I have never heard Said such a ridiculous proposal! "

"Now anyone can mix into our Congress, we must tighten the threshold to become a member of parliament."

"But we cannot ignore the opinions of a thousand Indian-Americans. If they go on strike to protest, we will be very headache."

"I heard the most recent"

"Failed? What a joke, the USN exerts all his strength, and pinching them is like pinching an ant!"

"It is said that the USN Marine Corps scrapped more than 500 NS-90 robots. Our aircraft has been successful, but it is still a step behind."

"They won't be so lucky every time, let's toast the future of America!"

"Haha, cheers!"

"..."

Looking at the charcoal grilled double-headed Brahman beef filled with plates, the mutated cod fort covered with mud marsh crab sauce, and the quantum champagne filled with stemware, Zhou Guoping sighed helplessly, but felt that there was no appetite .

According to NAC standards, the style of this banquet can only be said to be extremely low. Not to mention anything else, at least NAC's banquet never treats canned food as a baby on the banquet table's most conspicuous position, and it shows proof of identity when receiving a meal.

Of course, this is not to blame them. After all, for these survivors who are drifting at sea and living in nowhere, canned food can really be a luxury.

He misses his days in the sixth block.

At least in terms of eating, NAC has never treated people badly.

After arriving on the Aubama, instead of ill-treating him, these Americans regarded him as an interesting character ... or rather a rare animal. President Sean specifically allowed him to attend the banquet on the aircraft carrier as "Governor of NAC", and even allowed him to live on the aircraft carrier as a state guest.

"... We are a multicultural country, as long as you are willing to accept our ideas, you are a part of us. The abuse of prisoners of war is all the barbarians do, not us." This is President Shawn ’s original Words, although the tone of the speech is magnificent, but listening to Zhou Guoping's ears, this sentence is just like farting.

He has n’t seen his countrymen since he boarded the ship.

Obviously, those 3,000 colonists were not sent to the American fleet at all. As for where they were sent, he has already had some eyebrows these days.

Although this group of Americans moved factories, farms, and even farmland to the deck of the freighter, this fleet is not the whole of the United States. After all, there is no recyclable waste on the ship, nor is it available for mining. Resources.

The material supply of the American fleet mainly depends on the concentration camps in Panama, where criminals, slaves, and captives captured from the survivors' colonies of South America are engaged.

Zhou Guoping can be 100% sure that the 3,000 colonial inhabitants have been sent there, and even the more than 30,000 slaves he has redeemed, it is very likely that they will also be sent there ... even those Most of the slaves are native North Americans.

At this moment, a familiar and tiresome voice came from the side. I saw a man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a goblet, and came to him with a smile.

"Haha, dear Mr. Zhou Guoping, how have you been recently, is life on the ship still a habit?"

Seeing this face, Governor Zhou was still in a normal mood, and it was not so beautiful in an instant.

The man in front of him is no one else. He is the president of the United States of America at sea, and he is also the captain of the USS Aumar, Sean Luke.

Although some time ago, the USN Marines suffered a lot from NAC, but at this moment, Sean ’s face did not have any emotion like half angry, but instead smiled brilliantly, separated by two The table was so far away, and he lifted his glass to Zhou Guoping.

As a president, he needs to show enough demeanor when facing captives in order to win the favor of "domestic" neutrals.

Although Zhou Guoping can feel it through the distance, this Mr. President looks down on him from the bones.

"Thank you for your consideration." Out of frustration, he patiently raised his goblet and said stiffly, "I'm fine, except for occasional seasickness, everything else is fine."

"Really?" Sean smiled, "I hope you can enjoy this banquet for the upcoming victory."

"Then I have to drink two glasses." Zhou Guoping grinned, sarcastically.

I did n’t hear the irony in Zhou Guoping ’s tone. Perhaps I heard it but did n’t care. The president had turned to the guests who were coming towards him and smiled and talked to them.

Zhou Guoping, who was forgotten in the corner, put down his glass and walked out of the cabin, leaning on the edge of the guardrail and lighting a low-quality cigarette.

The soldier standing on duty turned sideways slightly and stared at him unabashedly.

Without taking care of that watchful eye, Zhou Guoping planned to go back through the air, and he could hear some outside news from the conversations of those people.

However, only then did he smoke half of the cigarette and suddenly fell into the sea from his mouth.

Pretending to be a cigarette was blown away by the sea breeze. Zhou Guoping concealed the ecstasy on his face with his head down. The soldiers watching him next to him did not find anything unusual, and still stood motionless on duty.

Just now, with a murmur of electric current, he suddenly came to his mind.

"This is the Parrot ... Is this Mr. Governor?"

......

It has been a week since the Order arrived on the west coast, and three days have passed since the power armor squad set off to the desert.

During this week, almost every day, small USN planes broke into the colony ’s radar detection area, directed a long-range air-to-air missile at a distance from the Order, and then before approaching the range of the colony ’s air defense fire , Turn the nose back.

This kind of harassment has no meaning. At such a long distance scale, even if a ground-based air defense weapon is not used, the laser point defense weapon provided by the airship is enough to let the missile die in the air across the distance .

"The number of their F-79s should be very limited." Putting down the telescope, Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes to the direction of the flying team's departure. "If there are extra planes in hand, it would be me, I would definitely Gamble. "

As long as the blockade of the ground firepower network is broken, the enemy's "aircraft carrier" is replaced with a few planes, and the benefits are still huge. However, these fighters did not dare to rush into the NAC's firepower network. Except that they seemed to check in every day and went to the West Coast airspace for a circle, there was no action.

Obviously, the battle damage of the five planes has already caused them injuries.

"What are they waiting for?" Zheng Shanhe frowned.

"A wind," paused for a moment, Jiang Chen smiled, and then said, "Or a hurricane, a tornado, or a lightning storm or something."

Slightly stunned, Zheng Shanhe hadn't responded at first, and it took two seconds before he looked at Jiang Chen with a great shock.

"You, what do you mean!"

"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly with a dangerous light flashing, "Now the National Guard and a minute have stood on our side, and the troops are stationed next to the fortress Camp. If USN's planes come here for a lap every day, they should not find this. "

For the USN, the survivors of the West Coast have stood on their opposites and become an obstacle to their revival of the United States.

So, since they have first found the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center, it is obviously a more convenient option to use meteorological weapons to wash the ground directly. As for why the people of USN have not done so, it can only be understood that it takes a certain time for meteorological weapons to start, or that certain conditions are required to summon large-scale natural disasters.

I can only pray now that the power armored troops sent to the Nevada desert can **** the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center from the USN before the USN launches a meteorological strike ...