Great Power Technology.

Chapter 368 The Final Plan
Across the sea, the Office of Strategic Analysis.

Johnson stood blankly in the empty office area, holding a cardboard box full of his personal belongings, not knowing which direction to go for a moment.

His gaze swept over those familiar workstations, which were once filled with the top analysts and researchers in the country, but now, they have all disappeared without a trace.

As he expected, after the complete failure of the food campaign, this large-scale organization, which once assumed the most important responsibilities and was called an "office", immediately faced the fate of abolishment.

Even the top decision-makers like him were all eliminated, and none of them could stay or be transferred to work in other departments.

This was the ending that he was already prepared to face, but when the ending really came, he still felt a kind of desolation.

A desolation that belongs to the losers.

This kind of failure belongs not only to him, not only to the Office of Strategic Analysis, not even to the White House, but to the entire country.

My own country has failed in every confrontation with the opponent in the past three years.

The accumulation of these failures is now pushing the country into the abyss with an unstoppable momentum.

Is there any help?

Johnson asked himself this question countless times in his heart, but he never got a result.

Maybe it's because my ability is really too weak, maybe it's because my enemy is too strong?
However, when did they become stronger and how did they become stronger?
Is it a chip?Is it an aero engine?Is it new energy?Is it food?
It doesn't seem to be.

Before all these results appeared, the opponent's tendency to become stronger was already unstoppable.

New technologies just speed up this process, but they don't change the core driving force of things in essence.

If you want to terminate the process of the opponent's rise, you can only fundamentally destroy this impetus, but is this possible?
Johnson shook his head mockingly, and pressed the unrealistic thought.

Even if it is possible, it is too late for them now.

Because, according to the information he obtained by using his final authority, his own side, which is almost in a desperate situation, has already begun to launch the final plan.

Guam.

Medellin moved a chair and sat by the sea, holding a fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing line was hanging on the water, shaking slowly with the sea wind and waves.

His eyes did not look at the buoy, but at the USS Roosevelt, which was docked in the port not far away for resupply.

A day earlier, the aircraft carrier had returned to Naval Base Guam for a non-routine maintenance and resupply.

This is an extremely rare replenishment operation, because the aircraft carrier formation returning to the base for replenishment is not only the Roosevelt formation, but all active aircraft carrier formations.

Medellin is a veteran, and he has experienced countless confrontations and conflicts between aircraft carrier formations and opponents, so he is well aware of the purpose of such supply operations.
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Rather than saying it was a non-routine supply, it was better to say that this was a pre-war supply.

There are 6 aircraft carrier formations on standby, all returning to Hong Kong for repairs, and the other 6 formations have also entered the intense preparation stage. What this means is self-evident.

What kind of enemy is it that can make one's own side make such a move?

Medellin sighed, lifted the fishing rod in his hand, and then re-baited it and threw it into the sea.

He didn't want to fish at all, he just needed to do something to ease his nervousness a little.

Just as his thoughts were drifting away, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. He subconsciously turned his head and saw the slightly naive fat face of his comrade-in-arms Jamie.

".Jamie, as I said, don't say hello so hard when others are not paying attention. Didn't you watch the news? Many people are scared to death like this."

"There are a lot of people, but you don't know how. You are the man who escaped from the hands of J-[-]. How is it? Did you have a comfortable vacation during this period?"

While talking, Jamie sat down on the embankment, his feet were suspended above the sea, and began to sway slightly with the ups and downs of the sea wind.

"...a vacation is good, but the end of the vacation is bad. It's even worse to be notified immediately after the vacation is over to participate in large-scale combat operations."

Hearing Medellin's words, Jamie laughed and replied:
"This is not necessarily a combat operation. As you know, those officials and lords like to put on this kind of posture. In fact, it's just to scare people. Do you really think that at this time, there will be a conflict between the two big countries?" War? I don't believe it."

"At this time, as long as there is a fight, it will be a thermonuclear war. It is not a question of who wins and who wins, but it will drag the entire human race to hell together."

"I think, no matter how crazy the people above are, they wouldn't do such a thing."

"Isn't it?"

Medellin's mouth evoked a mocking smile, and then continued:
"You never know what these idiots from West Point will do, just like when they ran to intercept No. 002 without any means—just like they sold weapons to Yindu."

"My cousin who graduated from high school knows that doing business with Yindu people requires payment first, but these elites don't know. Are you surprised?"

Hearing his complaints, Jamie shook his head helplessly, and replied:
"It's just a strategic consideration, and while we did fail, you can't say the strategy was wrong in the first place, can you?"

"It's like you can't skydive the first time you see J-[-], right? You have to fight with them. Even if the final result is that you are riding on the head to do a cobra maneuver."

Medellin gave Jamie a hard look, but didn't really take his teasing to heart, skipping the subject and continuing:

"So, have we determined our goal this time? To the Western Pacific?"

Jamie shook his head and replied:

"No, that's not my message. We're going to the Indian Ocean."

"Indian Ocean?? For whom?"

There was a shocked expression on Medellin's face, and when he thought of the news that the Yindu people defaulted on the payment, he became more and more confused.

Isn't it true that just because of those dozen or so armored vehicles, you have to go to war with them?
What good does this do for our own side?
Even a rabbit would not want that shabby place. Could it be that my own country is going to take over?

Seeing his expression, Jamie realized that he probably guessed the wrong direction, so he sighed and said:
"Medellin, sometimes I really envy you for being so simple-minded. How could we do anything to the yin?"

"You need a reason to do something, such as weapons of mass destruction, humanitarian crises, etc."

"Isn't the humanitarian crisis in Yindu serious enough? I heard that they are all starting to eat people."

Medellin interrupted him mercilessly. The latter froze for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke:
"Well, I mean 'what we consider a humanitarian crisis,' get it?"

Hearing this, Medellin finally came to his senses belatedly.

"So you're talking about Ba Yang?"

"Bayang and Punjab are the same. Anyway, the food crops there are almost completely destroyed, and new food may not be able to be brought in. As long as there is no food, there must be a humanitarian crisis."

"Isn't that a good reason? As for what we are going to do, I think you can understand it too?"

Medellin nodded slowly.

Speaking of this step, no matter how stupid he is, he still understands.

The little brother in his own country lost the fight, and now the big brother is going to end in person.

However, will the other party really be fooled?Will you really follow your own rhythm?
Probably difficult.

He quietly tightened the hand holding the fishing rod, and then, with a sudden lift, he pulled a silvery sea fish to the shore.

"That's great! A very big fish!"

Jamie admired sincerely from the side, but Medellin didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

He silently took off the hook, held the fish in both hands and held it up in front of him. After looking at the sun carefully for a while, he said something silently in his heart.

"I hope you can stay alive in the sea, and I hope they won't be fooled."

He then threw the fish, still alive and kicking, back into the sea.

The splash of fish splashed into the water wet his face, he raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously with his sleeve, his eyes revealed a trace of exhaustion and loss that could not be concealed.

Opposite, no matter what method you use.

Let's end this pointless fight quickly.

(End of this chapter)