488 Broadway, USA.? Eight? One Chinese? Net? (a)?.

It is a five-storey building with a white façade in the Florentine style of Renaissance Italian, and due to the extremely fine and strict materials used, even after a hundred years, it still looks like it has a metallic luster, as if it was made of cast iron.

In New York City, it's a historic and illustrious building that can't be denied its former glory even in today's age of high-rise buildings.

It was the first building in the world to be equipped with an elevator, which is a symbol of the times, without which there would be no subsequent skyscraper era.

On the fifth floor, a sturdy, sturdy-faced young white man hurried through the corridors, his leather heels clattering against the marble corridors, clattering through the empty walls.

When he finally reached the end of the corridor, two red-shirted wooden doors were more than two meters high, blocking him in front of him.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

After the knock on the door, an old voice soon came from inside, "Come in." ”

The door creaked open from the inside, and two equally muscular men in suits grabbed the doorknob on the left and right, and if you looked closely, a spiral-shaped headphone cable appeared under the ears of these people, all of whom were carrying invisible headphones for radios, which are often used on the bodyguards of the security services.

In the room was a rectangular hall with paintings on the walls, the ceiling was high enough, a huge crystal lamp hung in the center, and in the center of the hall was a long conference table, around which sat a group of well-dressed and somewhat old-fashioned old men.

"Felton, what's wrong?" Sitting at the long conference table was an almost bald old man, whose head had all been lost, but the whiteness on both sides of his head had not been affected, so he neatly combed them on both sides, and lay down properly on the left and right, and looked like the wings of two white geese in the middle of a barren place.

"Mr. Hamilton." Felton glanced at the people in the room, looking a little unnatural, and didn't say anything more.

"Say, there's no outsiders here." Mr. Hamilton looked down-and-out, with his hands spread lightly, and a smile on his face that seemed to trust the people present.

"Something went wrong with the operation in the Indian Ocean." Felton said.

"What?" Hamilton, who was obviously a little caught off guard, beckoned to Felton to come over, and then glanced at the two bodyguards by the door, who immediately understood, turned and walked out, and closed the door gently.

"What the hell went wrong?" Hamilton's expression was a little ugly, and there were all the top leaders of the Genesis community, which had not been able to gather in the same place in such a high-profile meeting for many years, because they had always pursued the philosophy of "secret", "safe" and "safe", and that all eggs could never be put in one basket.

"Ten minutes ago, we were with Carl. The USS Vincennes aircraft carrier battle group completely lost contact. There was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of Felton's nose, and he was reluctant to bring the news to the conference room at this time, as President Hamilton's confidant, he knew very well what it meant for the entire "Genesis" community, these leaders of the local communities had come to New York to celebrate the final victory, in the next room, the servants had already set up a table covered with snow-white tablecloths, silver cutlery had been placed in bone china plates, the delicacies had already been prepared in the kitchen and were waiting to be served while they were hot, and the brass candlesticks were full of candles, The expensive Veuve Clicquot champagne has been placed in an ice bucket, just waiting for the owner to unplug it.

"Lost contact?" Hamilton was obviously surprised, "What about Captain Mendes?" Can't get in touch? ”、

"There is no news, we used a private channel to communicate with him, it is said that this channel is exclusive to our two communications, and no one else knows about it, including the military, but he still hasn't replied." Felton said: "I also contacted the command center of the Indian Ocean Fleet, and they were equally confused. The loss of contact with the USS Vincennes aircraft carrier fleet is also uncertain. ”

"A huge fleet, with two Ohio-class strategic nuclear submarines, and not a dozen toy ships, how can you say that you are gone?" Hamilton glanced at the eight subordinates sitting on either side of the table and said in displeasure, "Can't our satellites show them?" ”

"I mobilized all the satellites that could be mobilized." Felton slightly raised one of the remote controls in his hand, "I think you need to take a look at it now, Mr. President." ”

Hamilton nodded and said, "Okay, now show us what the hell is going on." ”

Felton pressed the remote control against the wall, and a painting sank into the wall, flipped over, and turned into a giant LCD screen.

Soon, the image appeared on the LCD screen.

"Carl. The USS Vincennes aircraft carrier formation is a hundred kilometers away from the 'jellyfish' base of the Liberation Society, and now it seems that they have not moved, and judging from the satellite pictures, they have not been attacked, but they ......"

Speaking of which, he himself seems to have some tangled questions that he hasn't figured out and can't continue.

"But what?" Sitting on the left, closest to Mr. Hamilton, was a thin old man, with dark hair and a short stature, and a strong Japanese accent in his English.

"Mr. Tojo, although the entire aircraft carrier formation has not been damaged, but there is no signal out, you know, an aircraft carrier formation will produce many frequency bands of contact, clear code and password, long wave and short wave, radar scanning, etc., but now, Carl. The USS Vincennes aircraft carrier formation did not move at all...... It's like ......" Felton's brow furrowed, as if searching for a more appropriate adjective.

"It's like...... Dead as well. He finally figured out the words.

"Dead?" Mr. Tojo couldn't control his surprise and almost jumped out of his chair, but after all, he was a person with status, and he quickly realized his situation, and quickly pushed his gold wire glasses to hide his embarrassment, "So, when you said that the entire formation was dead?" ”

"No, the people on the ship are not dead, but the entire fleet is 'dead'." Felton said something even more confusing.

Everyone's old man is even more confused, you look at me, I look at you, and they start to talk to each other while looking at each other.

Hamilton coughed lightly twice, suppressed the slightly noisy and panicked atmosphere, and then turned his gaze to Felton: "What the hell is going on, let's be clear." ”

Felton lifted the remote control and pressed it a few more times, and the satellite image was zoomed in frame by frame......

Soon, Carl. The deck of the USS Vincennes has been magnified several times, and the military aircraft and Phalanx defense equipment on it are all clearly visible.

"Look ......," Felton walked to the screen, pointing his finger at the few small white dots on the deck, "these are the sailors on the ship." ”

All the old men squinted their eyes and looked at the screen, and those who had not worn glasses before quickly put on their reading glasses, and sure enough, as Felton said, the flight deck was densely packed with sailors, who seemed to be looking up at the sky, and their hands were raised, as if they were waving at something in the sky.

"This is ......" This time, even Hamilton was a little incomprehensible.

What are they looking at?