Great Power Technology

Across the sea, the Office of Strategic Analysis.

Johnson stood in the empty office area with a blank look on his face, holding a cardboard box filled with his personal belongings in his hands. He didn't know which direction to go for a moment.

His eyes swept over those familiar workstations, which were once filled with the country's top analysts and researchers, but now, they have all disappeared.

Just as he expected, after the complete failure of the food campaign, this large-scale organization that once assumed the most important responsibilities and was called an "office" immediately faced the fate of being abolished.

Even top-level decision-makers like him have all been eliminated, and no one can stay or transfer to work in other departments.

This was an ending that he had been prepared to face for a long time, but when the ending actually came, he still felt a sense of desolation.

A kind of desolation belonging to the loser.

This failure does not only belong to him, nor to the Office of Strategic Analysis, nor even to the White House, but to the entire country.

My own country has failed in every confrontation with the other party within 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 mind, but he never got a result.

Maybe it's because my ability is really too weak, or maybe it's because my enemy is too strong?

But when did they become stronger and how did they become stronger?

Is it a chip? Is it an aircraft engine? Is it new energy? Is it food?

It seems like neither.

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

New technologies only accelerate this process, but do not essentially change the core driving force of things.

If we want to stop the other party's rise, we can only fundamentally destroy this driving force, but is this possible?

Johnson shook his head mockingly and suppressed this unrealistic idea.

Even if it were possible, it was already too late for them now.

Because, according to the information he had obtained by using his last authority, his side, which was almost in desperate situation, had already begun to launch the final plan.

Guam.

Medellin moved a chair and sat on the beach. He held a fishing rod in his hand, and the fishing line hung on the water, swaying slowly with the sea breeze and waves.

His eyes did not look at the float, but at the USS Theodore Roosevelt aircraft carrier docked in the port not far away for supplies.

One day ago, the aircraft carrier returned to the Guam Naval Base for the purpose of conducting non-routine maintenance and replenishment.

This is an extremely rare replenishment operation, because it is not just the Roosevelt formation that is returning to the base for replenishment, but the entire aircraft carrier formation in active service.

Medellin is a veteran, and he has experienced countless confrontations and conflicts between aircraft carrier formations and opponents, so he knows the purpose of such a supply operation.

——

Rather than saying it is a non-routine supply, it is better to say that this is a pre-war supply.

The six standing aircraft carrier formations have all returned to port for repairs, and the other six formations have also entered an intense preparation stage. It is self-evident what this means.

What kind of enemy could make us do such a thing?

Medellin sighed, lifted the fishing rod in his hand, then hung the bait again and threw it into the sea.

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

Just as his thoughts were drifting away, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. He subconsciously turned around and saw the slightly naive fat face of his comrade Jamie.

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

"There are many people, but you can't. You are a man who escaped from the J-20. How are you, are you enjoying your vacation during this period?"

As he spoke, Jamie sat down on the embankment, his feet dangling on the sea, and began to sway slightly with the fluctuation of the sea breeze.

"The vacation is great, but the end of the vacation is terrible. Being notified that you have to participate in large-scale combat operations immediately after the vacation is even worse."

Hearing Medellin's words, Jamie laughed and replied:

"This is not necessarily a combat operation. You know, those officials like to put on this kind of posture. In fact, it is just to scare people. Do you really think that at this time, a war between the two big countries will break out? War? I don’t believe it.”

"At this time, if there is a fight, it will be a thermonuclear war. It is not a matter of who loses or wins, but it is a matter of dragging the entire human race to hell."

"I think no matter how crazy the people above are, they would never do such a thing."

"No way?"

A mocking smile appeared on Medellin's lips, and then he continued:

"You never know what these idiots from West Point will do, just like they ran to intercept No. 002 regardless of life and death - just like they sold weapons to Yindu."

"My cousin who graduated from high school all knows that when doing business with Yindu people, you need to pay first and then deliver the goods, but these elites don't know. Don't you think it's strange?"

Hearing his complaint, Jamie shook his head helplessly and replied:

"This is just a strategic consideration. Although we did fail, you can't say that this strategy was wrong from the beginning, right?"

"It's like you can't parachute as soon as you see the J-20, right? You have to give them a try. Even if the final result is that you are carried on the head while doing the Cobra maneuver."

Medellin glared at Jamie fiercely, but did not really take his teasing to heart, but skipped the topic and continued:

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

Jamie shook his head and replied:

"No, that's not what I'm hearing. We're going to the Indian Ocean."

"Indian Ocean?? Targeted at whom?"

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

Isn't it true? Are we really going to go to war with them just for those dozen armored vehicles?

What's the benefit to you?

Even a rabbit wouldn't want that crappy place. Does his own country still want 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 possibly attack Yindu?"

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

"Isn't the humanitarian crisis in Yindu serious enough? I heard that they have started cannibalism."

Medellin interrupted him mercilessly. The latter was stunned for a moment. After being silent for several seconds, he spoke:

"Well, I mean 'what we consider to be a humanitarian crisis,' you know?"

After hearing this, Medellin finally woke up belatedly.

"So you're talking about, Ba Yang?"

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

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

Medellin nodded slowly.

At this point, no matter how stupid he is, he understands.

The younger brother from his own country lost the fight, and now the older brother is going to die personally.

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

It's probably difficult.

His hand holding the fishing rod quietly tightened, and then, with a sudden lift, he pulled a shining silver fish to the shore.

"That's great! A 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 front of him with both hands, looked at the sun carefully for a while, and then said something silently in his heart.

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

Then he threw the still alive fish back into the sea.

The splash caused by the fish entering the water wetted his face. He raised his hand and wiped it hard on his face with his sleeve. There was a hint of exhaustion and loss in his eyes that could not be concealed.

On the opposite side, no matter what method you use.

Let's end this meaningless fight quickly.