Chapter 1474 - Cheyenne Mountain
Chapter 1474: Cheyenne Mountain
On a small island about two hundred nautical miles from the Tropic of Capricorn in the Southern Pacific Ocean.
On the beach covered by the shadow of swaying coconut trees, a man in a life jacket was lying face down on the beach.
On the beach behind him, there was a long mark that extended to the edge of the sea.
Obviously, he was washed up by the waves when the tide rose.
After an unknown amount of time, the man’s eyebrows moved, and a painful growl came out from his throat, followed by violent coughs. The seagulls perched on the palm trees were all alerted and flew away. He pushed the sand with his hand, barely managed to roll himself over, then leaned against a coconut tree.
Brian, the UA Admiral, commander-in-chief of the Eisenhower aircraft carrier battle group. Originally, he and his fleet were preparing to launch a surprise attack on the space elevator. However, when they merged with the other four fleets in the Mariana Islands, they suddenly encountered a Category 6 hurricane…
Brian could swear to God that he has never encountered such a bizarre event in his life.
The weather forecast clearly indicated that the Mariana Islands would be sunny and clear that day, but just after they merged, dark clouds began to gather above them. Not long after, waves tens of meters high slapped directly to the fleet, and the violent hurricane even snapped the wings of the F-35.
The attack formation originally prepared for Celestial Trade Navy, in the end, became a shackle that caught their own feet. Except for the submarines and several light ships outside the fleet that perhaps could escape, the entire fleet was almost annihilated.
Brian had forgotten how he survived.
He just vaguely remembered that he had put on a life jacket, and a wave mixed with heavy objects smashed through the glass of the bridge, and then swept everyone inside away. At that time, the aircraft carrier had turned over, and the carrier-based fighters that had not had time to take off, as well as the crew on the deck, fell into the sea like dumplings.
Brian opened the cover of his watch, then used the compass and the position of the Sun to learn that he was in the southern hemisphere. As for which specific deserted island he was on, perhaps only God would know…
Brian smiled bitterly and was just about to get up.
However, at this moment, several spears stabbed against his neck.
He was instantly covered in cold sweat. He decided to give up on the idea of standing up and raised both of his hands instead. After his eyes met with those mung-bean-like eyes, he tried to squeeze a smile that looked slightly more friendly than desperate, and then to the natives wearing palm leaves.
“Can you speak English?”
It was obviously nonsense.
The natives talked with each other in a language he couldn’t understand. He didn’t know if they were debating whether he should be eaten raw or cooked…
Just when Brian felt bleak about his future, he suddenly saw a familiar face.
For an instant, he was stunned.
Because he was so shocked that he lost his ability to speak, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped…
“Move, move.”
The natives stepped aside.
A man with a big belly, dressed in palm leaves just like the natives, and blond hair that looked like a flat…
“Mr. President…”
After Admiral Brian gulped down the lump in his throat, he stared at Trump in disbelief, clearly lost for words.
Although the official statement was that his whereabouts were unknown, everyone thought he was dead…
“Mr. President?” After he stabbed the spear in his hand on the ground, Trump’s eyebrows twisted together. Instead of being happy because he met the same kind, there was a look of awkwardness that quickly disappeared from his eyes, he murmured softly. “Very funny title, damn it… why is it such a coincidence!”
“But Mr. President, you…”
“I’m dead, right? Let me guess. Now our Mr. President should be Mike Pence. Although I don’t know what he did, since you are here, I guess it’s probably not a good thing.” Trump glared at Brian as he cursed out.
From the moment the Air Force One engine caught fire, he understood everything.
After he looked back, the meaningful smile on Secretary of State Tillerson’s face when they last met was indeed really meaningful.
“Let’s not talk about it,” Perhaps he had vented enough, Trump wiped his mouth, patted the shoulder of the native man standing next to him, as if he were treating the employees of the Trump Group, “They are good people, at least they’re good to me.”
“Come with me, you won’t be able to guess what I found on this island.”
“An airplane, a P-51A ‘Mustang’, the wing was shot and it’s rusty… It’s been broken for a long time. Most likely it came from the Pacific War. The hapless guy didn’t go home but was regarded by the natives here as ‘God’. Maybe because of my blond hair, they regarded me as the messenger of God… Anyway, at least that’s what I think happened.”
Maybe it was because he hasn’t talked with anyone for a while, Trump was very talkative.
Admiral Brian followed the chattering former Mr. President, then he asked the question that bothered him.
“Don’t you want to go back?”
“Go back?”
As if he had heard something funny, Trump suddenly stopped, turned his head and opened his arms, raised his voice, and laughed out loud, “Why should I go back? Be the last president of the UA? Or do you think I can clean up the mess left by that Christian? Why didn’t he ask his God? Maybe he can ask that in person!”
On many public occasions, Mike Pence declared that he was first a Christian and then a Republican. In the early days, Trump used this point quite extensively until he won the party’s election.
Brian was clearly overwhelmed by the amount of information. He stood with his head lowered, unable to respond.
Although he did not believe that the UA will be defeated.
Even if the country lost five aircraft carrier battle groups in the Pacific Ocean, they still had Ohio-class nuclear submarines and Trident nuclear missiles…
He threw the spear in his hand to Brian’s chest.
While Brian hurriedly caught it with his hands, he noticed that the natives were looking at him with envy.
It seemed like helping the “God” carry his spear was supreme glory.
“Don’t think about going back. Don’t be so depressed, just be happy,” After a moment, Trump raised his chin, patted Brian’s shoulder and said, “This is my kingdom. From now on, you are the Marshal of the Kingdom of Donald. General Brian, I have faith in you.”
…
Cheyenne Mountain Complex was located in a city with a small population, but it was the most heavily guarded cave military base in the world.
Above the tunnel of this military base was a granite mountain with a thickness of more than 300 meters. Under the maze-like command post were huge springs and rubber pads, which could resist direct strategic nuclear strikes. Inside the cave was a complete survival system that could resist nuclear, chemical and biological attack for 6,000 people for several months.
Known as the “central nervous system” of the UA military, this location could mobilize all military forces across the country. Even if the country’s top military command and the Rainbow House were both lost, as long as the President and the Secretary of Defense stepped in here, then there was hope for the country to make a complete comeback…
At least it was what the UA people believed.