Starting from South America, speeding through the world

Chapter 205 Husky

Three minutes later.

space.

S2A-19, a sun-synchronous orbit.

Satellite L-217 was originally in standby mode.

Now, the attitude control system is activated, and the reaction flywheel adjusts the speed.

The synthetic aperture radar system is activated, and the frequency band is switched to the X-band.

The antenna array is deployed, and the power supply switches to high-load power output.

The satellite adjusted its roll angle to 3.1 degrees.

The side-view observation path covers Offutt Air Force Base in Nebraska.

five minutes.

Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C.

Steve covered his mouth, his stomach churning.

Just now, the ground beneath my feet shook violently, causing nearby windows to rattle.

The panicked crowd on the street surged in the opposite direction like a tide.

Steve abruptly turned his head and looked towards Capitol Hill.

A cloud of gray dust rose into the sky.

"Attack!" the woman screamed hysterically. "Attack! It's an attack!"

The helicopter flew overhead at high speed, its roar constant.

Lord
he thinks.

Seven minutes.

Manhattan, JPMorgan headquarters.

"Sell them all! Place market orders, quick!!"

David roared, his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The trading floor descended into complete chaos.

The stock price plummeted, and the bright red "circuit breaker" warning light flashed rapidly.

"There is no opposing side!"

"Dollar liquidity is completely dead! We can't even find anyone to take over our positions!"

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a police car is being overturned by angry protesters.

David took two steps back in a daze, knocked over his chair, and fell to the ground.

"Is this the end of the world?"

No one answered.

thirty minutes.

Orenburg Oblast, Russia.

On the plain, the missile silo cover slid open, and the hydraulic buffer device released a few wisps of white mist.

RS-24 "Yars" enters launch-ready position.

The red warning light started rotating, and the inertial navigation system completed its self-test calibration.

Parameter: Standby.

Hundreds of kilometers away, a road-mobile launcher drove out of the pine forest and into its designated evacuation position.

**，********。

The slide rail is unlocked, the hydraulic system is activated, and the metal cylinder extends forward.

Inertial navigation initialization complete, calibration to North America.

The radar band is switched to the frequency-hopping tactical channel, and the coordinate group is pushed into the encrypted storage chip.

Off the coast of Brest, France.

The strategic nuclear submarine "Triumph" completed its second dive 40 nautical miles from port.

The ventilation system is closed, civilian communication frequency bands are shielded, and infrared heat sources are controlled below the seawater background.

The bridge is in an acoustically silent state, and the speed remains unchanged.

three hours.

In front of Bank of America in New York City.

Jessica stuck her fingers into the gaps in the barbed wire; her fingertips turned white, and she breathed rapidly.

"Let me in! All my money is in there!"

On the other side, the soldiers had cold eyes and held fast to the sealed gate.

A man in a suit tried to climb over the fence but was quickly tackled and smashed on the head with the butt of a gun.

The crowd began to stir.

The next second, gunfire rang out.

In an instant, the heavens and earth shattered.

The anger was extinguished by the cold muzzle of the gun, and the cries were drowned out by the sirens.

Paper flew like dust, and flesh and blood surged.

Jessica sobbed and fell into the gravel at her feet.

Five hours.

Tampa, Florida.

The helicopter is landing.

Lucas stood in the base, squinting.

He now looks radiant and cheerful.

In the sunlight, three silver stars gleamed on the epaulettes.

Soon, the hatch opened, and Zhou Yi was the first to step out.

He smiled slightly and turned away.

An African American woman then walked out.

Despite her neat attire, her face betrayed her fear and nervousness.

Lucas went to meet him.

"It's good to see you safe and sound, Madam Vice President."

Ten hours.

Ramstein Air Base, Germany, U.S. European Command Command Center.

Major General Jones pressed the call button and repeatedly called Washington.

The communication line was filled with blank static.

"General, the Polish and Baltic garrisons request an update to the rules of engagement."

Jones closed his eyes, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, an encrypted signal popped up on the screen, originating from Norfolk.

"Assess the situation independently and protect U.S. military assets."

"May God bless you." Fourteen hours.

San Francisco, California.

The fourth floor of X headquarters.

Ethan pressed the refresh button hard, but the page didn't move at all.

On the control panel, the number of reported violations has exceeded nine figures.

The auditor standing next to the workstation stood up and asked in a low voice, "Did you see it?"

Ethan had just turned his head when he saw the latter drag a video to full screen.

In the image, a man in a blue suit stands in front of the ruins, with the half-collapsed dome of the Capitol Building in the background.

He opened his arms wide and shouted:
"This is God's judgment! The second one will arrive in New York tonight!"

The watermark in the upper right corner of the video reads: @US_Military_Official
Who uploaded this?

"do not know."

Ethan opened the backend, and the IP address was sent back from the U.S. Virgin Islands.

He swallowed hard, his finger hovering over the "delete" button.

Eighteen hours.

San Francisco International Airport, California.

Zhang Wei sat in economy class, staring blankly outside.

Temporary lighting fixtures were neatly arranged along the side of the runway.

Further away, four California National Guard vehicles were parked.

Soldiers placed the area under martial law, guns pointed downwards.

Just then, the front cabin announcement came on.

The captain's voice was steady and deep, and came through the speaker clearly:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the captain of this flight."

"The flight is about to begin taxiing."

"Please fasten your seatbelts and switch your electronic devices to airplane mode."

"Thank you for your patience and cooperation. Have a pleasant journey."

"Cabin crew in position."

Twenty hours.

Tokyo Haneda International Airport, Japan.

Several rows of US flights were marked "flight undetermined" or "undetermined".

The radio played explanations in English and Japanese on a loop, but the sound was somewhat distorted.

Inside the air traffic control room, three uniformed duty officers were gathered around the control panel.

What should be done about flights bound for the East Coast?

"All landing permits were refused, and American passengers were moved to the south side for secondary border control."

"The same in California?"

"The risk level has risen, so we have no choice but to comply."

Twenty-two hours.

Charlotte, North Carolina.

The air was suffocating and scorching, filled with the smells of rust and gunpowder.

Brian raised his rifle and aimed at the approaching federal Humvee convoy in the distance.

Behind him was a group of newly formed state militia members, wearing baseball caps, frantically loading ammunition.

"Fire! Fire!"

Someone shouted, and bullets flew out in disarray, shattering the windshield of the leader.

The opponent quickly got out of the car, crouched down, and launched a counterattack.

A teenager collapsed next to Brian.

His lips trembled, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

Brian gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger with all his might until the barrel was burning hot.

Wailing, sobbing, and roaring mingled together, repeatedly mixed and squeezed together by blood.

In the distance, an orange-red light rose up, like flames burning under the sky.

24 hours.

North*, an old residential area.

As soon as Lao Zhang came downstairs, he saw his old friends gathered around a bench chatting.

He was delighted at the sight and hurried over.

"Let me tell you, the Americans are really in trouble this time."

"Is it true or not? The internet is full of all sorts of nonsense these past few days, and none of the claims make sense."

"Then they shut everything down, didn't they? If they weren't afraid, why would they shut it down?"

"The reason for the ban is to prevent you guys from making wild guesses."

"I'm telling you right now, they're already fucking finished over there."

"So, we're just going to ignore this side?"

"What do you mean by 'don't care'? We've already seen through everything, made clear arrangements, and are doing very well."

Where did you get this information?

“My nephew’s wife’s brother knows a thing or two about this, but I can’t go into details.”

Is it true?

"Hey, we've known each other for so long, do you think I'd make up this kind of story with you guys?!"

"Hey--"

"Hey, look at my dog, he's chatting, but he keeps thinking about running outside."

"Old Zhang, I didn't realize you had such a childlike heart. Getting a dog to play with at your age?"

"It's not that I want to raise one, but my granddaughter insists on having one, specifically asking for a husky."

"They brought it back but didn't care, and in the end, it all fell on my shoulders."

"I walk them every day, every single day. I won't stand it if I miss even one walk."

"Look how anxious my ancestor is now, he's practically jumping up and down."

"Alright, alright, you should go now. It's almost ten o'clock, don't delay any longer."

"Alright, guys, let's chat another day."

It was the dead of winter, and the night was deep.

Old Zhang pulled hard on the dog leash and drove away along the mottled sidewalk in the community.

I need to arrive early to pick up the kids tomorrow.

After all, the teacher has spoken.

He walked and thought.

(End of this chapter)