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The personnel tasked with liaising with the Virginia-class attack submarine immediately took their orders and left.

The captain of the Virginia-class attack submarine, who witnessed the horrific scene at sea through the periscope and sonar, was anxious about not being able to contact command when someone came to report it.

"Colonel, the general ordered us to evacuate this area immediately. They have surrendered and their lives are guaranteed. There is no need to worry about them."

After receiving instructions from the vice admiral, everyone on board the Virginia-class attack submarine breathed a sigh of relief, and then the two escorting Virginia-class submarines turned and fled towards the Pacific Ocean.

After the Virginia-class submarine entered the Pacific Ocean, Lin Haiyuan's Machinist Whale Fleet arrived and began rescuing the US Navy officers and soldiers.

Since there were no war turtle transport ships in the fleet, the only option to transport these dejected US Navy officers and soldiers was to entrust them to the Swordfish frigates and the Ironclad Riflemen on board.

Meanwhile, the higher-ranking naval vice admirals and their staff were taken to the flight deck of the flagship Leviathan, where they were guarded by iron cavalry and spearmen.

As for the burning US aircraft carrier, the Fengshen transport aircraft, which was already prepared, dispatched nano-recovery drones to dismantle the entire aircraft carrier.

The US Navy officers, sailors, and vice admirals could only stare in disbelief as the Fengshen transport plane descended from the sky and the USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier gradually disappeared into the mist surrounding the entire nano-recovery drone.

Before being tasked with recovering prisoners, the stealthy Quetzalcoatl, which was on the Eye of Quetzal mission, had already taken photos of the sunken destroyers and cruisers, the burning and crippled aircraft carrier, and the surrendering vice admiral staff. This big news will once again shock the world.

Double updates are OK. Next, I'll be asking for some names for minor characters, since the author's naming skills are terrible.

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The unit error in the combat radius section has been corrected; a character for "thousand" was missing, along with other typos and missing characters.

I need votes and even more criticism! I was so busy writing that I almost forgot about it!

Chapter Seventeen: A Conspiracy Across the Ocean

Under Lin Haiyuan's meticulous preparation, the super plastic bugs and fat electric ships, which were chased by a group of drones with nowhere to go, the destroyers and cruisers that were slowly sinking under the bombardment, the aircraft carrier whose flight deck was smashed to the corners and whose interior was filled with thick smoke and flames, the US Navy officers and soldiers waving white underwear to surrender, and the vice admiral and staff who were surrounded by guards raising white flags.

These photos, along with captions, a recording of the lieutenant general and other U.S. Navy officers and men announcing their surrender, and even the latitude and longitude codes of the battle location, were all leaked online to those news media outlets that thrive on sensationalism.

The day after the sinking of the USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group, headlines read: "The USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group has been sunk!" "Even the most powerful U.S. Navy has met this day?!"

Newspapers and media outlets with similar sensational headlines widely reported on the story based on materials provided by Lin Haiyuan, causing a worldwide uproar.

Many people around the world never imagined that the U.S. Navy, the "world police" that spans the seven oceans, would one day be sent to the sea to feed the fish. It has always been others who have been sent to the sea to feed the fish or bombed into the sky by the U.S. military.

This is a huge blow to America's image as the "world's policeman," and it is also the second country since the old Japanese Empire during World War II to slap the Americans several times in a short period of time.

Even before these news outlets reported the sinking of the USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group, the US president, as commander-in-chief, naturally understood that the carrier strike group was in grave danger after the Hawaii command lost contact with the USS Ronald Reagan carrier strike group.

Although he knew this might be the end for the entire carrier battle group, the president still dutifully spent a sleepless night waiting for news. What he received, of course, was the devastating news that the entire carrier battle group had been sunk, with only two Virginia-class attack submarines escaping.

In a world where no world war has broken out, the loss of even a single ordinary destroyer or cruiser is already quite significant. This time, the loss of an entire carrier battle group is an understatement to say that it has shocked the world.

Faced with this significant loss of naval power, Carol Fritz was forced to convene an emergency meeting in the White House conference room.

After the Secretary of State, the Director of the National Intelligence Council, and the Navy representative were all in place, President Carroll announced the start of the meeting. The weary-looking President Carroll looked at Hack Lorraine, the Director of the National Intelligence Council, who was sitting to the side.

"Your Excellency, I am very sorry, this situation is due to my negligence..."

The director of the National Intelligence Council immediately stood up, bowed slightly, and expressed his apologies to His Excellency the President.

“Hark, this isn’t dereliction of duty, this is inaction.”

After criticizing the useless head of the intelligence committee, President Carroll washed his face with his palm. "Since the emergence of Project 9991, our understanding of this project has been based on speculation and information revealed by that Far East Butcher himself. The lack of intelligence support has resulted in our understanding of our adversaries being limited to speculation and the analysis of experts and professors."

President Carroll stared expressionlessly at Hack Lorraine's gleaming bald head under the conference room lights. "I'm not only starting to suspect that the United States' intelligence agencies are now just filled with writers and novelists, but I also suspect that all your employees have become Chinese spies!"

Before Hack Lorraine could offer any further explanation, President Carroll turned to the naval representative, "Admiral Grace, do you have anything to say?"

"I am very sorry, Your Excellency, but the data from the Navy's analysts is incorrect. They misjudged the combat radius of the enemy's shore-based air force. Their combat radius is much greater than the expected 2000-kilometer combat radius, which exceeds the combat radius of many shore-based fighter jets."

Navy Representative Grace Drake expressed his deepest apologies to His Excellency the President.

"So what should we do next regarding the Foehn Wind forces on 4V Island? What are your thoughts on this, Navy?"

President Carroll pressed on with a blank expression.

"We should deploy the entire Pacific Fleet to conduct a sea blockade outside the combat radius of the enemy's shore-based air force. Before the entire battle group is defeated, we will have already collected data on the enemy's aircraft carriers. They have drones that are designed for catapult-launched suicide attacks and drones with unknown purposes, such as industrial grappling hooks. The latter should also be used to bombard the fleet, while the former can be used for both ship-to-ship and land-to-ground attacks..."

Grace Drake continued, "Those drones have very monotonous flight paths, and our air defense missiles and fighter jets can easily shoot them down."

"Then why did the entire carrier air wing eventually collapse under the attack of those suicide drones? General Grace, you said those drones were just target drones."

Carroll questioned Admiral Grace.

"This is because the air tactical commander was deceived by the enemy's tactics. At first, they let our pilots slaughter these drones without any scruples, thinking they were just drones similar to anti-ship missiles. They never expected that these drones could be used to intercept fighter jets. Our naval pilots didn't even have time to react before they were hit and blown up."

"Admiral Grace answered."

"...The fatal blow to the battle group came from the land-based aircraft of the Furyong, so what is your current estimate of the combat radius of the Furyong's land-based aircraft?"

Carroll continued his questioning with a blank expression.

"Conservative estimate: 3000 kilometers, Your Excellency..."

Admiral Grace began to feel uneasy seeing the president's perpetually expressionless face.

"……………………"

President Carroll removed his gold-rimmed glasses, which accentuated his elite demeanor, and placed them shakily on the conference table, glancing at Hack Lorraine, who remained silent to the side.

"The entire aircraft carrier battle group was destroyed because of faulty and insufficient intelligence. Are you sure the list of intelligence agency employees hasn't been leaked?"

Hack Lorraine explained as best he could: “Your Excellency, I can assure you that our employee list has not been leaked by any means! That Foehn faction must have other ways to identify our agents.”

"But tell me, besides obtaining your employee list, what other way is there to perfectly destroy the intelligence network that the United States has established in 4V!"

President Carroll erupted in fury, “Are they gods?! They don’t even need to look; they just need to think to know which well-dressed guy or ordinary person is an agent of the United States intelligence agency, the exact location of contact points and intelligence stations, and they can just send their own death angels to arrest and execute people, is that all they need to do?!”

The president had already endured enough pressure from the public and Congress after tourists were kidnapped and intelligence agents and liaison stations were massacred and wiped out. He was even criticized by some voters and the public as a cowardly and ineffective president.

Those white supremacists also began to stir up trouble, inciting people to support the United States in launching a punitive war against the ignorant yellow-skinned monkeys and blacks.

With the current political correctness prevailing and the FBI's efforts underway, these white supremacists can't cause much trouble. If they did, America would be finished! America is a nation of immigrants, not a nation-state dominated by one ethnicity or race! These white supremacists either don't know or know that when their ancestors were in Latin America, even native-born whites were discriminated against!

A series of unforeseen events and his poor handling of them not only caused his approval rating to drop, but also led to Texas rednecks mocking him as a German bull being led by the nose! Moreover, he will face questioning from those in Congress who are all talk and no action, and may even face an impeachment vote!

This incident occurred not long after he assumed the presidency, and the German-born president finally lost his temper under immense pressure.

"You're all useless when it comes to keeping secrets! The entire intelligence agency is full of useless people! This week, the pressure from the public and Congress has been immense, just like the pressure on Xiangshan! Now, the carrier battle group has sunk because of your inaction, and our senior officers and generals have been captured!"

Harker Lorraine argued, "Your Excellency, this is not a secret at all..."

"Their robots are already lining up our agents like pigs before slaughtering them. Isn't this a problem with your secrecy?! A problem with God?!"

After President Carroll roared, he turned to look at the silent naval representative on the other side.

"These naval experts, professors, and generals are all scoundrels... They have no sense of honor! They call themselves generals, experts, and professors! They've only spent a few years at the military academy. But their performance is nothing but a disgrace to the entire United States, and a disgrace to the world! All you've learned is how to use a knife and fork to cut rare steak and eat with a vegetable salad! For so many years, and what has your navy done? All you do is ask me and Congress for military funding and what else have you accomplished?!"

"Your Excellency, this is going too far..."

The naval expert wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Even if it's not shit, it'll turn into dung!"

President Carroll slammed his fist on the conference table and stood up, exclaiming, "I'm so angry!"

"Our United States President didn't attend any military academy or naval college; he dragged down the polar bear with his own arms race plan, used Gorbachev to bring down the Soviet Union, and defeated this opponent who manufactured nuclear weapons like sausages! What that polar bear couldn't do, we lost an aircraft carrier battle group and carrier air wing because of your misjudgments, based on the advice of you naval experts!"

President Carroll, panting heavily, sat down again: "Perhaps I should have executed all of you armchair strategists, naval experts, professors, and analysts long ago, just like Stalin did!"

The naval representative and the director of the National Intelligence Council lowered their heads, looking like elementary school students being scolded by their teacher, not daring to utter a sound.

"The only fortunate thing is that the command staff and some technical officers and soldiers on the USS Ronald Reagan are still alive, although they have all become dishonorable prisoners of war..."

Secretary of State Thomas Steve subtly reminded the enraged President of the United States.

"Eh..."

President Carroll slumped in his chair as if all his strength had been drained away. "That Far East butcher won't let these high-value prisoners of war go so easily."

“Sending diplomatic ambassadors to negotiate the return of prisoners of war to their home countries is something I don’t need to explain to you, Thomas. You know what to do.”

Carroll could already imagine what kind of conditions that madman, who could carry out a massacre without any pretense, would propose to embarrass the United States.

Knowing that there was a congressional inquiry scheduled to begin at 9 o'clock, President Carroll could only force himself to stand up from his chair despite his fatigue. "There is a congressional inquiry at 9 o'clock. This pointless emergency meeting is adjourned."

After putting on his gold-rimmed glasses and turning around, President Carroll suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Thomas Steve.

"By the way, Thomas, you lead the team to negotiate with that Far East Butcher. You've dealt with him before, and sending those rich people will only make things worse."

After President Carroll finished speaking, he quickly left the conference room by himself, followed by his secretary outside the door.

In practice, every US president, upon taking office, has essentially "gifted" ambassadorial positions in European allies such as France, the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, and Italy to wealthy tycoons who lavishly supported them during the election campaign.

Let these wealthy people with no diplomatic experience go there to gain experience, network with European dignitaries, and gild their resumes. These countries are stable allies with whom they have not had internal strife for many years and have good relations.

As for how to handle social interactions, there is a set of mature rules that have been used for many years. If there is anything, the subordinates will handle it properly. If not, just go to the State Department in Washington. Those ambassadors who don't understand diplomacy only need to follow the arrangements of those capable entourage members, attend various wine, tea, dance and charity galas, and put on a show like celebrities.

However, when dealing with the unpredictable and erratic Foehn, it is necessary to send a diplomat with genuine diplomatic experience and prior dealings to avoid messing things up.

It was only natural that Thomas Steve, who had been to 4V under the control of Fenfeng, would be sent again to negotiate with Lin Haiyuan regarding the return of prisoners of war.

Unlike the chaotic United States, filled with clamors for revenge and the rescue of captured officers and soldiers, British newspapers such as The Times reported the sinking of the American aircraft carrier battle group with a gloating attitude.

In January, London was filled with the chill of winter, the streets and houses covered in a blanket of white. Last year had the coldest winter, and this year it was even colder, enough to bring snow. And some kind of fog was also permeating the city. Fortunately, Jack the Ripper was long gone, a distant urban legend, so some casual gamers wouldn't feel like they were about to die.

The pedestrians on Downing Street were all bundled up in thick sweaters, looking like penguins from Antarctica, and walked briskly along the street, trying to get to the warm indoors as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, at 10 Downing Street, the official residence of the British Prime Minister, in the meeting room on the first floor of a Gothic-style building.

British Prime Minister John Major, First Sea Secretary John Mountbatten, Chancellor of the Exchequer Hampton Forrest, political advisor Cowles Fleet, Defence Secretary Victor Krause, and a distinguished guest whose stomp could cause an earthquake in the entire UK appeared in this somewhat somber meeting room. The somber atmosphere was naturally caused by that distinguished guest.

This distinguished guest appeared to be around 30 years old, dressed in a well-made suit and shoes that were clearly from a designer brand. In particular, his seemingly plain white tie was more expensive than the ties worn by all the British cabinet members present. The author simply couldn't understand why such a tattered tie could be so expensive.

"Mr. Westcott, are you serious?"

Defense Secretary Victor Klaus frowned as he stared at the man before him, a figure seemingly materialized from darkness. He had dull, silver-gray hair and rust-colored eyes. Though he appeared to be only around thirty years old, he exuded a terrifying and intimidating aura far beyond his years.

Isaac Ray Bellam Westcott was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II and is the executive director of DEM Corporation, as well as one of the founders of DEM Corporation.

This company produces various types of display devices, as well as CR-UNIT (Combat Realizer Unit), which plays an irreplaceable role in combating spirits and repairing damage. Under overt and covert threats and coercion, the entire political world of Europe and America has been more or less coerced and controlled by the equipment produced by this company. In exchange for the use of those devices, they have to do things for them according to their wishes.

The UK, where DEM's headquarters are located, is even more deeply influenced by DEM, to the point that a mere executive director can summon the British Prime Minister and cabinet members for a meeting.

For the old-school Conservative aristocracy, this behavior was an intolerable act of arrogance. When did a nouveau riche nobleman, knighted by the Queen, get to act so arrogantly in their presence?

However, driven by financial interests, and despite the fact that London's financial index was as low as the outside temperature, the Conservative aristocracy reluctantly accepted that this nouveau riche could do whatever he wanted for the time being.

Anyway, as long as we find a way to kick this damn nouveau riche out of his company and then nationalize it, we'll have a way to kill him.