Chapter 1474 - Cheyenne Mountain (1/2)
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…