I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 61 I really want to blast these bastards to smithereens.

Voice of Freedom radio became the only station capable of broadcasting real-time updates on the maritime standoff.

After all, no one else had the guts to charter a cruise ship and move the broadcasting equipment out to sea.

—A normal person would be too busy avoiding the battlefield to even think about going to it.
But there is clearly more than one abnormal one.

That's why people say there are a lot of weirdos among the rich. For these people with such high standards of living, nothing but extreme stimulation can excite them.

The Chicago wrestling tournament seemed to open a door to a new world for the world's wealthy and powerful: watching real war was such a thrilling experience.

As a result, in addition to the luxury cruise ships full of paying audiences, a dozen or so private yachts and luxury speedboats of various sizes appeared on the sea, following behind the luxury cruise ships and forming a strange "small fleet".

I'm here for the thrill, no, I'm here to oversee the battle!
This "small fleet" even took the initiative to greet the US Navy's main fleet, saying, "Greetings, naval commanders. We are here to observe the situation. Although we are close by, we will not affect your military operations. We wish you a pleasant battle!"

God the hell, have fun playing!
But the naval commanders had no time to pay attention to the frenzied onlookers behind them.

Their entire attention was focused on the distant horizon.

There, a massive Royal Navy task force, with the Union Jack flying from its masts, was slowly approaching in an imposing and intimidating formation.

"They're here! They're here!" Jeff Hackman's slightly trembling voice came through the radio to the shore, and then was relayed throughout the United States. "A massive battleship is leading the way! Sorry, I can't identify the type, but, God, it's huge! And behind it are cruisers, destroyers... They're heading towards our 12-nautical-mile zone!"

This time, it wasn't Logan himself broadcasting, but Jeff Hackman, the golden voice of the Voice of Freedom, who went out to sea with the ship.

His broadcasts were being watched across the United States, especially on the East Coast.

The US fleet flagship, the battleship HMS Nevada, immediately moved forward, its massive hull cleaving through the waves and blocking the Royal Navy fleet's path.

The voice of the US naval commander came through the public radio channel: "This is the United States Navy. The area ahead is an exercise zone designated by the United States of America. Please halt immediately..."

The Royal Navy fleet seemed to ignore the warning from the American commander, maintaining its formation and proceeding slowly forward at 15 knots, taking care of the speed of the merchant ships in the fleet.

The US warship commander was given a strict order: absolutely no firing the first shot was permitted, not even under warning.

So he gritted his teeth and roared, "Maintain course! Reduce speed to 15 knots! Let's meet them head-on!"

On the Voice of Freedom broadcast, Jeff Hackman's voice rose sharply with excitement and tension: "The two leading battleships rammed head-on! Neither of them stopped!"

"No ships fired, nor did they turn. Like two silent giants, they were inevitably closing in on each other at a breathtakingly slow pace. God! The distance between them was getting shorter and shorter! 1200 meters, 1000 meters, 800 meters..."

Countless listeners across the United States, glued to their radios, felt their hearts clench, holding their breath as if the slightest sound would ignite the conflict.

"200 meters! 100 meters! It's going to crash! It's going to crash!"

The two steel behemoths, each weighing tens of thousands of tons, finally came together, side to side, in an extremely slow yet resolute manner.

“Crunch——!!!”

The scraping sound of metal against metal was unbearable for the sailors on both warships who were clinging tightly to their surroundings, and their faces turned pale.

"Listeners! A historic moment! Battleships against battleships, but not with cannons, but with hand-to-hand combat! My God, I can see sparks flying!"

Jeff Hackman's nervousness was evident in his voice, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

The audience continued to hold their breath, their palms almost dripping with cold sweat.

However, at this suffocating moment of standoff, the "supervisors" erupted in deafening cheers!
The wealthy spectators cheered, and some even shouted through megaphones toward the warship: "Quick! Soldiers, floor the gas! Push it! Run over those British bastards!"

"Go America!" The two ships scraped each other for a full five minutes, causing their tracks to veer off course.

The British warships behind them immediately and nimbly dispersed, attempting to break through the blockade of the American ships from the flanks.

The US fleet immediately responded by spreading out, with destroyers and cruisers acting like protective hounds, precisely intercepting the enemy's advance and using their hulls to block its path.

In an instant, dozens of modern warships, abandoning cannons and torpedoes, engaged in a boarding action reminiscent of medieval naval warfare, with ships hull to hull in a fierce confrontation.

The sickening, enormous groans of metal rubbing and squeezing echoed throughout the sea and sky.

The spectators on the cruise ship were so excited that they forgot themselves. Some poured bottles of champagne into the sea, saying it was "a cheek dance for the steel fleet"; others brought out fireworks they had prepared in advance and set them off in the sky!

"Bang! Bang!"

The sudden roar startled all the taut-nerved fleet officers and soldiers, as well as the listeners in front of the radio!

The cannons have opened fire? Another battle has begun?!
Jeff Hackman quickly explained into the microphone, "It wasn't shelling! It wasn't shelling! It was the gentlemen and ladies watching the tense... setting off fireworks..."

audience:"……"

I fuck their grandpas!

But the most amazing part is yet to come.

A speedboat even boldly bypassed the numerous warships and approached the HMS Indomitable, a wine bar that was lagging behind the Royal Navy, and openly called out to it via radio.

"Hey! Englishmen! Do you sell your liquor?"

British merchant ship captain: ...

I thought I was just here to be a prop, but I never expected that I would actually have a role to play.

But why not do business if there's business to be done?

"Sell!"

So, while the British and American naval fleets were engaged in close combat, British and American businessmen were holding hands, drinking and doing business, and no one was neglecting their own business.

Jeff Hackman immediately seized on this "news point" and said in an extremely serious broadcasting tone: "Listeners! A touching scene has occurred!"

"Amid such a tense standoff, the people of both countries transcended political and military barriers and communicated through the most genuine trade and economic exchanges!"

"This fully demonstrates that the ultimate hope for peace always lies in the spontaneous exchange and understanding between people!"

The listeners in front of the radio fell silent once again.

All the naval officers and soldiers from both countries who were playing "bumper boats at sea": "..."

Could you fucking talk any more nonsense?

The captains of both flagships, who were glaring at each other, had expressions that were hard to describe.

British ship captain: So, your own people are openly buying alcohol from us at sea, breaking your own ban. What do you say about that?
US warship captain: To be honest, I really wanted to turn the guns around and blast these bastards to smithereens!
British ship captain: Great idea, I want to do that too!

……

(End of this chapter)