Chapter 1977 Emergency Measures of the United States

"All right."

Xiao Caidie and Zhou Ge said in unison. Zhang Ping took a deep breath and pushed the joystick hard. Almost without any forward swing, the psychic fighter rushed into the air like an arrow. As the speed increased sharply, the scenery outside the window quickly blurred into a series of light and shadows. The fighter plane trembled violently, and Xiao Caidie and Zhou Ge felt that their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

At the same time, as the speed continued to increase, the signal transmitted by the live broadcast gradually became intermittent. Finally, the entire picture was completely frozen, frozen on Xiao Caidie's slightly panicked face.

"Awesome, that's incredible! Before the signal was disconnected, the speed had already made the scene a little blurry!"

Someone couldn't help but comment in amazement.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, everyone. Just take a rest. In my opinion, it will take at least an hour for the signal to reconnect successfully."

Some people also speculated so.

However, someone immediately expressed a different opinion.

"An hour? The people upstairs are underestimating the ability of this psychic fighter! Judging from my experience, the signal will be reconnected in half an hour at most."

Then someone else interrupted and commented.

"I don't think so. I think it will only take twenty minutes at most!"

For a time, there were many different opinions and endless debates.

At this time, another comment was made.

"Don't argue! Although the capital is located in the south and the South China Sea is located in the north, and the straight-line distance between the two is as far as 2,000 kilometers, don't forget that this is the most advanced psychic fighter plane at present! Its flying speed is definitely more than ten times the speed of sound. In my opinion, it will arrive in a few minutes."

"........"

Xiao Caidie and Zhou Ge stared at the scene passing by quickly outside the window, and her heart was beating wildly as the plane sped. However, gradually, the surrounding scenery no longer retreated as fast as before, and the flight began to become stable. The two people's nerves, which had been tense to the extreme, relaxed a little, and the heart that was almost jumping out of the throat due to extreme tension slowly returned to its normal rhythm.

It was indeed a bit too much for two college students who had not seen much of the world to suddenly let them ride in the most advanced psychic fighter jets.

In fact, it was not that the speed of the psychic fighter plane slowed down, but because of its constantly climbing altitude. As the altitude increased, the reference objects on the ground seemed to move slower and slower, but in fact, the psychic fighter plane that the three people were riding was advancing towards the South China Sea at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, on the other side of the earth, across the ocean, in the White House of the beautiful country, which is known as a world power, an urgent conversation is taking place. The reason why this conversation is so urgent is that it is inextricably linked to the psychic fighter that is flying through the clouds and heading towards the South China Sea...

"Where exactly is Olmid? Why can't we get in touch with him?"

Peter shouted with his eyes wide open and a face full of anxiety.

"It's so abominable! Those crazy guys actually crashed our satellite. Now our ability to control the entire battlefield situation has been reduced to almost zero!"

The other one cursed angrily, veins popping out on his forehead.

At this moment, the office was dead silent, with only Peter's roar, which was almost like a roar, echoing in the air.

"Mr. Johnson, all of this is your fault! You must be held accountable for this to the end!"

Johnson's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He sat quietly on the large sofa chair, his hands shaking slightly uncontrollably. In front of him, Peter, Odin and several senior generals of the United States stood upright on the soft carpet. At this moment, they said nothing, just silently staring at the silent man in front of them.

Time passed minute by minute. After a long while, Johnson kept his lips tightly closed and refused to say a word. Odin, the only god-like figure in the beautiful country, finally opened his mouth slowly to break the deadlock.

"Perhaps... this is just a smokescreen deliberately released by the Chinese side to disrupt our vision and judgment. Everyone, please be patient and wait for the live broadcast signal to be connected."

However, as soon as Odin finished speaking, Peter immediately retorted.

"Bluffing? Are you kidding me! Don't you know the Chinese's style of doing things? They never act rashly. If they are not absolutely sure, they will never launch such a live broadcast in such a high-profile manner. What's more, Ye Ye has the darkest heart! Since he dared to openly broadcast the battle situation through live broadcast this time, it is enough to show that the current situation has completely fallen into the control of China!"

"I told you not to make things complicated, even if it's..."

"enough!"

Johnson stood up suddenly, his face flushed, and roared like an angry lion, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the entire conference room. His thick fingers pointed directly at Peter, his eyes spurting out raging anger.

At this moment, Johnson's eyes were full of bloodshot, filled with undisguised irritation and anger. He glared at Peter fiercely and shouted.

"What kind of review is this? You are clearly talking after the fact! Why didn't you say anything when Olmid led his men to besiege the South China Sea? And why didn't you say a word when the drill star worms appeared in the northwest of China? All these words you said are just an attempt to put the blame on me!"

After saying this, Johnson still stared at Peter angrily, his chest heaving violently, obviously very angry. Peter continued to look at Johnson silently, his expression somewhat difficult to understand.

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense again.

At this time, a general sitting next to him finally couldn't help but break the deadlock and asked cautiously.

"So what should we do now?"

He knew very well that the current situation was a nightmare for the United States. Due to the turbulent domestic situation, a large number of troops had to be transferred to suppress the riots, resulting in a serious lack of investment in the war. The army of the United States was only a flash in the pan when the beast tide first started. In terms of losses, the United States actually had almost no losses, which means that they still have the ability to fight!

Including Peter, Odin and others did not appear on the battlefield.

"Notify the military. There is no need to suppress the riots. Everyone should set off immediately to the South China Sea to launch a general attack on China! If Olmid really loses, then we are all doomed!"

"Remember, we are all on the same boat. Don't expect China to let us go."

Johnson said this in a cold voice. For a moment, Peter, Odin and others could not find any way to refute Johnson's words, or any better way. They could only leave silently and prepare to do as he said.

After everyone left, Johnson's face became even gloomier. He walked to the bed and looked towards the east silently.

He didn't know what was going on in this world. Was even God helping China?

How can you lose like this?

"Trash, a bunch of trash."

Finally, Johnson could only sigh deeply, return to his desk, take out paper and pen, write and draw on it silently, and finally take out a glass bottle with no instructions on it from the drawer. Without hesitation, he drank it all, then leaned back in the sofa chair and fell asleep quietly.