On the other side of the sea, the Office of Strategic Analysis.

Johnson stood in the empty office area with a blank expression, holding a cardboard box full of his personal belongings in his hand, not knowing which direction he should go in for a moment.

His eyes swept through the familiar workstations, where they were once filled with the country's top analysts and researchers, but now, they are all gone.

As he expected, after the complete failure of the food battle, this once assumed the most important responsibility. Although it was called the "office", the huge organization immediately faced the fate of abolition.

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

This was the ending he had already been ready to face, but when this ending really came, he still felt a sense of desolation.

A kind of desolation that belongs to the loser.

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

In three years, my country failed in every confrontation between the other party.

And these failures are piled up together, and at this moment, it is pushing the country into the abyss with an unstoppable momentum.

Is there any rescue?

Johnson asked himself this question countless times in his heart, but never got any results.

Maybe, is your ability really weak, or maybe, is your enemy too strong?

But, when and how did they become stronger?

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

It seems... nothing is it.

Before all these achievements emerge, the trend of the other party becoming stronger is unstoppable.

New technologies simply accelerate this process, but have no core driving force to change things in essence.

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

Johnson shook his head in self-deprecatingly and pressed this unrealistic idea.

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

Because, based on the information he had obtained with his last authority, his side, who was almost in desperate situation, had already begun to launch the final plan.

.........

Guam.

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

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

A day ago, the aircraft carrier returned to Guam Naval Base for a non-routine maintenance and replenishment.

This is an extremely rare supply operation, because the aircraft carrier formations returned to the base to replenish supply are not only one of the USS Roosevelt formations, but... all aircraft carrier formations are active.

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

----It is not so much that it is non-routine supply, but rather that it is pre-war supply.

All six aircraft carrier formations were standing back to Hong Kong for repair, and the other six formations also entered a tense preparation stage. What this means is self-evident.

What kind of enemy can make oneself do such a move?

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 relieve his nervousness a little.

Just as his thoughts gradually drifted away, his shoulder was suddenly slapped. He subconsciously turned around and saw the slightly silly fat face of his comrade-in-arms Jamie.

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

"Many people, but you don't. You are the man who escaped from J-20. How about it, are you comfortable during this period of vacation?"

As he spoke, Jamie sat down on the embankment, his feet hanging on the air on the sea surface, and began to sway slightly as the sea breeze rose and fell.

"...The holiday is very good, but the holiday ends very bad. After the holiday is over, you will be notified to participate in a large-scale combat operation immediately, which is even worse."

Hearing Medellin's words, Jamie laughed and replied:

"This may not be a combat operation. You know, those officials like to act like this, but they are just scaring people... Do you really think that a war between two great powers will break out at this time? I don't believe it."

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

"I think no matter how crazy the people above are, they will not do such things."

"No?"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Medellin's mouth, and then continued:

"You never know what these fools from pastry will do, just like they ran to intercept No. 002 without knowing their lives - just like they sold their weapons to Yindu."

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

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

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

"It's like you can't jump the first time you see J-20, right? You have to compete with them...even if the final result is that you are riding on your head for a cobra maneuver."

Medellin glared at Jamie fiercely, but instead of really taking his joke to heart, he skipped the topic and continued:

"So, have our goal been determined this time? Go to the Western Pacific?"

Jamie shook her head and replied:

"No, my news is not like this. We are going to the Indian Ocean."

"Who is the Indian Ocean??to target?"

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

Not so... Is it really going to fight against them just for those dozen armored vehicles?

What benefits does this have for oneself?

That broken place, even rabbits don’t want to take it. Does your country still have to go to take over?

Seeing his expression, Jamie realized that he had guessed the wrong direction, so she sighed and said:

"Medellin, sometimes I really envy you for being simple-minded...How could we do something about Yindu?"

"It takes a reason to do it, such as weapons of mass destruction, humanitarian crises, etc...."

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

Medellin interrupted him mercilessly, who was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke:

"Well, I mean 'the humanitarian crisis we identify as', do you understand?"

Hearing this, Medellin finally woke up later.

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

"Bah Sheep and Punjab are the same. Anyway, the food crops there have been almost completely destroyed, and new food may not be able to be transported in. As long as you can't eat, there will be a humanitarian crisis."

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

Medellin nodded slowly.

Having said that, no matter how stupid he is, he understands it.

My younger brother from my own country lost, and now my elder brother is going to end up in person.

However, will the other party really be fooled? Will he really follow his own pace?

Probably...it's hard.

His hand holding the fishing rod tightened quietly, and then, with a sudden lift, a silver-shining sea fish was pulled to the shore by him.

"That's really good! A big fish!"

Jamie exclaimed from the side, but there was no joy in Medellin's heart.

He silently took off the fish hook, held the fish in both hands and held it in front of him, looked at the sun for a while, and then said something silently in his heart.

"I hope you can live in the sea all the time, and I hope they won't be fooled."

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

The splashes of the fish in the water wet his face. He raised his hand and wiped his face hard with his sleeve. His eyes revealed a hint of fatigue and loss that could not be concealed.

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

End this meaningless battle quickly.
Chapter completed!