Cheyenne Hills, Colorado.

"Sir, do you need to get some activity outside?"

"No, I'm here, not going anywhere."

John looked at Sullivan, who was a little helpless, and grabbed the arm of the chair very resolutely.

"Let's go and see if the bunker door is closed, and we must not let the shockwave in."

“…… Well, if you're sure you want to. ”

"Go!"

Seeing Sullivan leave John, he refocused his gaze on the console full of operators, looking at the space-based early warning system that was refreshed in real time in the center.

This is the base of Cheyenne Mountain, an underground Great Wall carved out of granite, an impregnable fortress of doom, the ultimate sanctuary at the pinnacle of the Cold War.

The first rocket launch was at 0:00 a.m. on December 13, and John entered the fort in Air Force One after the afternoon, along with a large number of dignitaries and elites.

Although there are countless ways to confirm that no one will really want to do the fake show, and guarantee that only one rocket will be launched at 0 o'clock instead of hundreds or thousands, no one in the entire hierarchy dares to be sloppy.

Of course, they are also taking this opportunity to exercise, and the Pacific Fleet even simulated the launch of hundreds of missiles, but the important factor that the presidential palace readily agreed to the exercise was to hide in Cheyenne Mountain.

There was also a large group of parliamentarians with him, and it would be fine if John didn't come in, but when they confirmed that John was on Air Force One with his henchmen, the suspicions in their hearts became more and more intense.

The change in the parliamentarians immediately aroused the reverie of a large number of elites: the congressmen have all run away with their sisters-in-law, wouldn't it be fools if we don't run?

Some forces desperately entrust their connections to enter military bunkers, and if it doesn't matter, they temporarily fortify basements and build their own shelters - after all, if there is the most serious paranoia in the world, it can only be this hot land of freedom.

During the Cold War, shelters were built throughout Afghanistan, farms, deserts, and forests were full of privately excavated doomsday fortresses, and even decades after the end of the Cold War, the number of survivalists here was the highest in the world.

Due to the increasing number of participants, even John, who only had a "what if" mentality, began to wonder if there would really be a nuclear war, which made the parliamentarians who inquired about the situation from time to time even more concerned.

Sullivan didn't care about the singing of the world's huge grass stage, but who knew that John actually took out a nuclear suitcase to conduct a drill in order to cheer himself up, and fiercely imagined that he would command thousands of missiles and tens of thousands of planes to counterattack, and even almost planned to enter the password.

Sullivan, who was sleepy, immediately sobered up, for fear that John would press the wrong button in a daze.

After all, the launch password is six zeros, and in order to prevent the wrong press of all the remaining digital buttons are not available, as long as you press the button after blindly pressing it, it will really open the civilization regression!

But fortunately, after a few hours of carrying the first wave, John was a little more normal, and Sullivan dared to leave him alone for the time being.

He did not go out of the bunker to distract himself, but to actively contact his subordinates to inquire about the situation of the rest of the parties.

When he returned to the bunker, there were only 30 minutes left before the second round of cleanup, and John was starting to get into his previous form again.

"Quick, sit down, is there anything unusual about the Lucia?"

Sullivan hesitated, but still told the truth:

"We found out that the Il-80 had already taken off from Moscow 10 minutes earlier, for an unknown purpose."

"Occasional!"

John suddenly became agitated like a cat with his tail stepped on, and shouted incoherently:

"I knew that they had a conspiracy, and maybe there were others, and they were going to open the 'Raging Seas' dungeon!

Immediately mobilize the satellites, all the aircraft carriers will leave the port, and one will stay in the port, immediately, immediately! ”

……

"Come, put your hands up...... Good. ”

Yu Man obediently straightened his arm and asked Lin Ju to help him put on protective clothing, and then couldn't help but complain:

"This hazmat suit is too ugly, have you ever seen Space Odyssey 2001, the spacesuit inside is just like this."

“……”

Lin Ju finally put a hood on her, and found that it was really similar to that in Space Odyssey 2001, with a silver body and a large area of transparent hood, it was indeed ugly......

"Why, you look good in it."

"yes, but it's not a one-size-fits-all ......"

"Security, mostly security."

Lin Ju pointed to the silver skin and said:

"Old Maozi's Iskander is a real big guy, and we don't have any data on its explosion, so it wouldn't be good if the radioactive fallout drifted over.

700,000 tons of equivalent, I don't think it's safe to retreat to 30 kilometers, let's go into the cabin later. ”

Yu Man nodded thoughtfully, she didn't have much impression of the Lucia people, and the closest person she came into contact with was Anderov.

Who first came up with the idea of bombing the moon with a nuclear bomb? That's him......

The two walked into the command cabin, and then saw Academician She and Zhang Zheng, who looked obviously wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Academician She directly spread his hands:

"One of the electronic control units of the external tracking and control antenna is broken, and we need to go back to the shipyard for dismantling and repairing, and we now lose the ability to track the trajectory of the rocket."

Zhang Zheng: "After all, Yuanwang 7 is not designed according to the standards of warships, the electromagnetic pulse destroyed a small part of the circuit, we only succeeded in repairing half of it, and then we only have a very limited passive measurement and control capability."

But don't worry, the fleet's electronic intelligence ships are all normal, they will share the data with us before the explosion, and I was adjusting the data link just now. ”

The Yuanwang 7 was still surrounded by warships, and the first round of EMP still had a great impact on it, with communication interruptions for up to 25 minutes, and poor signal at the back.

However, those ships were extremely reliable, and a 051H approached shortly after losing contact to inquire about the situation, and they seemed to have restored communication in only 10 minutes, and did not encounter any trouble.

They also mentioned in passing the condition of the friendly forces, and it is said that the Peter the Great was not even affected, possibly due to the electronic system of vacuum tubes that it still retained.

This time, Zhang Zheng did not let anyone out of the cabin, and at 3:25 he closed all the cabin doors and the bow of the ship in the direction of landing.

Academician She: "I hope they blow up on time, otherwise the entire western Pacific Ocean will really be polluted, even in the air." ”

Lin Ju: "You might as well expect them to be a little bigger." ”

“……”

While the people in the cabin were worried about Maozi's reliability, the Il-80 Doomsday command plane had already flown over the Ust-Vymsky district and into Central Siberia.

It is surrounded by four escorted Su-35s and is connected to a large territory by satellite at all times.

At 3:30 a.m., an order was sent from it to Vladivostok, thousands of kilometers away.

"If you don't want to drain the Pacific Ocean with vodka bottles, throw the warhead at that damn core!"

(End of chapter)