Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

"Waaaaah—!!"

The piercing air raid sirens sounded like a rusty saw, tearing at the fragile nerves of California.

Off the west coast of the United States, off the coast of Los Angeles.

The Americans who were sunbathing on Santa Monica Beach suddenly scrambled to the road as if they'd seen a ghost. Bikini-clad women even lost their shoes in the process, and the hot dogs they were holding fell into the sand and were trampled to pieces.

"My God! What kind of monster is that?!"

A fat white man wearing sunglasses slumped on the beach, pointing to the horizon, his entire body trembling violently.

At the horizon, a massive, dark steel Great Wall blocks out the sun.

Ten nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, each with a capacity of 100,000 tons, stood like a group of ancient behemoths that had crawled out of the deep sea, swaggering to a stop only twelve nautical miles from the U.S. territorial waters!

The towering island superstructure, the densely packed vertical launch units, and the stealth fighters on the deck reflecting a cold metallic sheen.

With a suffocating sense of terrifying oppression, it forcefully slammed into the retinas of all Americans.

At a California Air Force base, sirens blared deafeningly.

"Quickly! Quickly! All fighter jets take off immediately! Drive them out!"

The base commander was so anxious that his eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse from shouting.

More than a dozen of the U.S. military's most advanced fighter jets, trailing plumes of exhaust, rushed toward the sea like a swarm of wasps whose tails had been stepped on.

However, they didn't even have time to see the Chinese fleet clearly.

"Beep beep beep beep—!!!"

Inside the cockpit of the U.S. military's lead aircraft, the radar warning receiver suddenly emitted a heart-wrenching scream!

"Fuck! I've been locked on!"

The American pilot shuddered and jerked the control stick in an attempt to evade. But he found in despair that no matter how he maneuvered, the piercing lock-on alarm was like a persistent, unyielding affliction.

"Sir! We're being suppressed across the entire frequency band!"

The wingman's voice was choked with sobs, and he could barely hold the control stick.

"It's the Chinese's phased array radar! At least a hundred fire control radars are locked onto us! If they press the button, we won't even have a chance to eject!"

In the sky, dozens of J-20 stealth fighters emerged from the clouds like ghosts, looking down at the group of American fighter jets.

The feeling was like a flock of eagles toying with a few fledglings who had just learned to fly.

"This is the Chinese Navy's Qin Shi Huang aircraft carrier strike group."

A fluent, slightly mocking voice came through the public channel.

"Our American colleagues in front are blocking our view. Please move aside, or you'll face the consequences."

The bridge command center of the Qin Shi Huang warship.

Shen Jinghong, dressed in a crisp naval uniform, rested his hands on the command platform. He watched the American warplanes darting around like headless flies on the radar screen, a chillingly satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Director, the White House is calling."

Lin Qinghan pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and handed over the red secure phone. Her usually cool eyes now gleamed with barely concealed glee.

Shen Jinghong took the phone and pressed speakerphone.

"Shen Jinghong! What exactly are you trying to do?!"

On the other end of the phone, the US president's roar almost shattered the speakerphone. His voice was filled with a desperate, frantic tone, and even his breathing trembled.

"Your fleet has approached our territorial waters! This is a blatant provocation! Send your fleet back immediately!"

"provocative?"

Shen Jinghong chuckled softly, slowly picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, her tone as relaxed as if she were chatting with a neighbor.

"Mr. President, your words are very hurtful."

"We came all the way from across the Pacific Ocean, and we didn't even cross your twelve-nautical-mile territorial sea line. How can that be called a provocation?"

Shen Jinghong's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives, and his voice revealed an arrogant tone that suggested he was going to crush the Americans.

"Mr. President, don't be alarmed. We are simply carrying out your favorite 'freedom of navigation' operation."

"Didn't your Seventh Fleet used to patrol our doorstep every day under this banner? What, now that our aircraft carriers are strolling around your west coast, you can't stand it?"

On the other end of the phone, the US president was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, leaving only heavy breathing.

"Shen Jinghong, don't push your luck!" the president said through gritted teeth.

"I'm bullying you, so what?"

Shen Jinghong showed no mercy and coldly snorted with an air of domineering arrogance.

"You set the rules, and I'm just following them. What's freedom of navigation? Let me tell you, within my firing range, that's freedom!"

"Get your Pacific Fleet out here and act as our guide. If they dare to make even the slightest move, I guarantee I'll turn your West Coast into a sea of ​​fire!"

"Snapped!"

Shen Jinghong hung up the phone immediately, giving the other party no chance to refute.

After half an hour.

A scene that shocked the world actually unfolded off the coast of Los Angeles.

The once invincible U.S. Pacific Fleet now resembles a group of humble security guards. Several U.S. destroyers and cruisers slunk ahead, humiliatingly clearing the way for China's ten-carrier battle group.

They dared not turn on their radar, dared not display their weapons.

They could only escort this massive Eastern fleet along the west coast of the United States with utmost care, like a grandson.

The beach in Santa Monica was deathly silent.

Thousands of Americans stood dumbfounded on the beach, staring at the invincible fleet that blotted out the sky on the horizon.

The five-star red flag fluttering high looked particularly dazzling under the California sun.

"Where is our invincible armada? Where is our superpower dignity?"

A veteran knelt dejectedly on the beach, covering his face and weeping bitterly.

They have always believed that the United States is the absolute hegemon of this planet, and that their aircraft carriers can sail to any corner of the world.

But today, when ten Chinese nuclear-powered aircraft carriers swagger to their doorstep, while their military can only lead the way like dogs.

At this moment, the Americans' lofty beliefs completely collapsed.

It's a sense of despair and powerlessness that comes from the very core of one's being.

On the bridge of the Qinhuang ship.

Chen Weiguo, holding binoculars, looked at the Americans on the shore who looked like they had lost their parents, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Chief, that was fucking satisfying! Look at those foreign devils, their faces have turned green!"

Chen Weiguo slapped his thigh excitedly, "This time we've really peeled off the US's face and stomped on it!"

"This is just collecting some interest."

Shen Jinghong turned around and refused to look at that humiliating coastline again.

He walked to the huge holographic world map in the center of the command room, his gaze sweeping across the vast Atlantic Ocean before finally settling on the vast and barren African continent.

"We've completely paved the way at sea. We've also broken the backbone of the US."

Shen Jinghong braced his hands on the edge of the map, his eyes gleaming with a fervent ambition that could change the entire world order.

"Qinghan, notify the General Headquarters of the Engineering Corps in China."

He turned his head, looked at Lin Qinghan beside him, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

"Now that the sea route is open, the land route should be connected as well. Let's go and build some roads for our African brothers."