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Chapter 242 The Carrier Battle Group Suffers Heavy Losses!

Nimitz-class aircraft carrier.

As America's main nuclear-powered aircraft carrier currently in service, a total of ten were built starting in the 1990s, named after Chester Nimitz, commander of the Pacific Fleet during World War II.

A Nimitz-class carrier strike group consists of one aircraft carrier, a carrier air wing with approximately 60 aircraft, 4-6 escort ships, one nuclear attack submarine, and one supply ship.

It is equipped with weapons such as Standard missiles, Tomahawk cruise missiles, Harpoon anti-ship missiles, and MK48 torpedoes.

The firepower projection capability of a single battle group can unleash more than 500 precision-guided weapons within an hour. Such destructive power even surpasses the total combat power of the entire armed forces of most small and medium-sized countries.

Therefore, the Nimitz-class battle group is known in military circles as...
"OK, OK, stop talking. I'm not some newbie. You don't need to waste your time explaining this to me."

Rorschach waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the old man's tactical briefing.

He was roughly dismantling the loaded VX gas bombs from the launch platform.

Unlike the timid technicians under Old Man Mo's command, Rorschach's actions were nothing short of barbaric.

First, they used a wrench to pry open the fixing bolts, then casually threw the projectile filled with highly toxic substances aside, and even deliberately let the metal casing collide with the concrete floor to make a piercing sound.

After dismantling all thirty poison gas bombs, he carried them into a small room inside. When he came out, he was carrying only a silver-gray metal briefcase.

However, judging from the size of the box, it doesn't seem like it could hold thirty poison gas bombs.

Luo Xia then slammed the door shut and shrugged at the old man, saying, "Let's not go in here. Our plan doesn't need that many poison gas bombs."

Hammer glanced deeply at the closed room behind him, nodded, and said nothing more.

He glanced one last time at the few people still lying on the ground, frowned, and asked, "What about them?"

Rorschach glanced over casually: the burly white duke's arm was unnaturally twisted and deformed; the long-haired man with a scholarly air was unconscious, blood seeping from his forehead; as for Scarlett...
Although the girl was staring at him coldly, her hand, pressed down beneath him, was secretly giving Luo Xia the middle finger.

It seemed to be a protest against his earlier harshness, as he had thrown her too hard.

Luo Xia coughed lightly and said casually, "We should leave a few survivors so that the Federation can see our methods and learn a lesson from us."

"So what should we do now?"

"Of course, we should teach these politicians a lesson they'll never forget!"

After one hour.

On the once calm sea, a black silhouette slowly emerged, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Nimitz-class aircraft carrier – USS Ronald Reagan.

This massive, nuclear-powered vessel, weighing 100,000 tons, is cutting through the waves, leading several escort ships slowly toward Alcatraz.

Fleet Commander Vice Admiral Howard stood on the bridge, gazing at the distant, solitary island shrouded in morning mist.

"Sir, this is the President's order."

A communications officer strode closer, his voice urgent: “Once the bomber formation arrives, immediately launch a full-scale attack. We must not allow General Hammer and Rorschach to escape the island—we must annihilate them completely.”

Howard nodded slightly, but his brows furrowed.

"This place is too close to the coastline."

He murmured, "It's only a few nautical miles away. If we drop heavy bombs on the island, the shockwaves and shrapnel will definitely affect the coastal residential areas."

The operations staff officer beside him immediately responded: "The intelligence room's orders are clear: since the president has approved the strike plan, it means the residents of the San Francisco coast should have completed their emergency evacuation. Otherwise..."

He paused for a moment, then added, "The casualty figures are likely to be in the tens of thousands."

Howard gave a cold laugh and didn't reply.

Only two hours have passed since the Alcatraz incident began.

How could the entire population of the San Francisco coast be evacuated in such a short time?

Moreover, as the highest-ranking commander on the scene, he knew better than anyone else that there were still hundreds of innocent tourists being detained on the island.

But now, because of a White House order, these hostages and coastal residents will be reduced to cold numbers in news briefings, becoming a negligible price to pay for political decisions.

Of course, these thoughts only flashed through his mind briefly.

As a soldier, he might hesitate for a moment, but as long as it is an order from the highest command, he will still carry it out without hesitation.

Soon, a communication from the California Air Force Command came through the headset.

His eyes turned cold, and he turned to give the order: "All ships to Level 1 combat readiness! Three B-1 Lancers and two B-2 Ghosts have taken off from base fully loaded with thermite bombs and are expected to arrive at their attack positions in twenty minutes!"

"I want all missile systems to complete final calibration to ensure that the first wave of strikes can wipe that island off the map!"

"Yes, sir!"

The men stood at attention and saluted, and the entire bridge instantly fell into a tense state of readiness.

Just then, a rapid communication tone suddenly came through the headset; it was an urgent report from the escort ship USS Mitchell ahead.

After hearing the report, Fleet Commander Howard was visibly taken aback.

A cruise ship has suddenly appeared on Alcatraz?
A dozen minutes later, the white yacht that had come from Alcatraz was intercepted by armed speedboats, and all the people on board were escorted to the aircraft carrier deck by fully armed Marines.

Howard stood with his hands behind his back, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group of uninvited guests.

After detailed questioning, it was confirmed that they were all hostages previously held by Hammer. They were supposed to be used as human shields and trapped on the island, but they were now released safely.

Even more surprisingly, there were three surviving agents on board, who were members of the action team that had previously infiltrated the island but was almost completely wiped out.

"You're saying Rorschach released you on his own initiative?" Howard's voice was clearly skeptical.

“That’s right.” Duke Duke answered through gritted teeth, clutching his still bleeding right arm.

“Interesting.” Howard stroked his chin thoughtfully. “These two are both seasoned and ruthless veterans. Why did they suddenly show mercy at the last moment? Could it be that they want to make peace?”

But the Duke immediately shook his head in denial: "Commander, from my observation, General Hammer has indeed wavered, but Rorschach..."

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes. "That guy removed the gas warhead right in front of us, put it in a silver briefcase, and took it away, threatening to teach the White House a lesson they'd never forget. He's definitely plotting something even more dangerous."

When Rorschach was mentioned, the Duke's eyes were filled with fear and hatred.

Just hours earlier, he had witnessed his comrades being brutally murdered one by one by Luo Xia. At this moment, no one present was more eager than him to tear Luo Xia to pieces with his own hands.

Howard turned his gaze to the other two agents: "Do you have anything to add?"

Stanley lowered his head in embarrassment.

The bomb disposal expert was disoriented the whole way and knew nothing about what happened next.

Scarlett, however, calmly analyzed, "I agree with the Duke's assessment. According to Rorschach's criminal record, he never negotiates with the authorities; each time, things only escalate. This time will certainly be no exception!"

Howard silently walked to the edge of the deck and gazed in the direction of Alcatraz.

The Duke cast a grateful glance at Scarlett, only to see her subtly avert her gaze.

As Rorschach's mole within the Department of Homeland Security, she was not clear about Rorschach's specific plans, but she was certain that he had a backup plan.

However, given her current position, she can neither speak out nor stop the impending bombing.

"commander!"

The communications officer suddenly reported: "All escort ships have completed a sea scan and found no signs of any submersible or submarine activity. It can be confirmed that Rorschach and Hammer are still on the island!"

Meanwhile, five bombers and twelve F-16s roared in from Travis Air Force Base in California.

The fighter jets carried GBU-12 laser-guided bombs and AGM-88 anti-radiation missiles under their wings, while the five bombers were loaded with thermite missiles filled with suppressant gas.

The highest directive from the White House MI6 was finally delivered through the headset.

After confirming the positioning status of all combat units, Fleet Commander Howard took a deep breath and gave a solemn order into the communicator:
"Target coordinates confirmed, prepare for attack!"

In the sky.

Two B-2 Spirit stealth bombers and three B-1 Lancers cut through the clouds at Mach 0.95 and slowly opened their bomb bays after climbing to a safe altitude.

"Alcatraz confirmed, target locked."

"bomb!"

--boom!

The first 2000-pound GBU-12 accurately struck the central fortress on Alcatraz!

The concrete structure was torn apart as if it were made of paper, and a mushroom cloud of smoke and dust rose into the sky, blotting out the sun.

Immediately afterward, the thermite inside the warhead began to take effect, melting the rocks into magma at temperatures of thousands of degrees Celsius, and a series of blazing white fireballs began to spread wildly across the island. And this was only the beginning. The bomb bays of the remaining bombers and fighters slowly opened, and 24 GBU-31 JDAMs (Joint Direct Attack Munitions) fell like the scythe of death.

—Boom boom boom boom!

The entire island trembled violently from the continuous explosions, and the shockwaves created giant waves ten meters high on the sea surface.

The flames engulfed every inch of land, and the toxic gases and radioactive dust produced by the explosion were carried by the blast wave, forming a deadly cloud that swept toward the San Francisco coast.

In the carrier's command center, Commander Howard, who was monitoring the entire operation, clenched his fist and roared into the communicator: "Initiate saturation strike on targets, ensure no blind spots! All units, open fire at will!"

On the sea, the vertical launch systems of the escort fleet were activated simultaneously, and dozens of Tomahawk cruise missiles rose into the air, trailing long plumes of flame.

Underwater, the nuclear submarine USS Texas also launched MK-48 torpedoes loaded with explosives, aiming directly at the underground fortifications on Alcatraz.

At that moment, the entire sea was boiling under the devastating firepower.

The white mist formed by the seawater being evaporated by the explosion mingled with the black smoke, and the glass of the buildings along the coast was shattered by the shock wave.

Inside the White House MI6 office.

The bigwigs stared at the Alcatraz Island covered in artillery fire on the screen, their expressions growing increasingly grave.

Underwood's clenched fist trembled slightly.

Aside from the attack on Pearl Harbor decades ago, this is the first time such a large-scale military strike has occurred on American soil, and the order was given by themselves.

How will history books record today?
Is it a decisive decision that turns the tide, or an atrocity that will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame?
"Can you confirm that there has been no leak of VX gas?" Underwood suddenly asked, his voice hoarse.

The Black president immediately grabbed the communicator: "Howard! What were the gas test results?"

After a brief silence, the president's expression changed drastically.

Underwood's heart tightened: "What's wrong?"

"They said they couldn't detect any trace of VX gas."

The conference room exploded instantly.

Even if thirty poison gas bombs were decomposed by the thermite at high temperatures, it would be impossible for them to leave no trace at all.

unless
"Fuck! Rorschach and the others escaped?!"

The president slammed his fist on the table: "That damn coward! The deserter! He dared to play us for fools!"

He risked a media storm both domestically and internationally to approve this operation, all to capture Hammer and Rorschach in one fell swoop. And now this bastard has escaped right under their noses?!

"Wait! What's that?!" Underwood suddenly pointed to a corner of the screen.

Everyone looked up and saw a falcon-shaped fighter jet covered in optical camouflage faintly visible in the clouds above Devil's Island.

“This is…” Homeland Security Director Jenny’s face turned ashen.

The ghostly stealth fighter suddenly deactivated its optical camouflage, and ten oddly shaped missiles ignited simultaneously, streaking towards the carrier battle group on the sea surface with eerie blue tail flames!

"Enemy attack! All personnel take air defense!" Howard immediately roared into the communicator.

The Aegis system was operating at full speed, and the AN/SPY-1 radar was frantically scanning for the sudden threat.

Dozens of Standard Missile-6 (SM-6) anti-aircraft missiles roared out of the vertical launch silos, weaving a dense fire net in the sky.

But it's too late!
This fighter jet, equipped with the latest stealth technology, not only perfectly evaded all radar detection, but also launched a surprise attack at a near-suicidal distance!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Six missiles that slipped through the net accurately hit the decks of the USS Ronald Reagan and the other escort ships.

Unlike conventional explosions, these warheads cracked open with only a slight "click," and then countless silver-gray nanobots surged out like a tide!

F*ck Me

Inside the intelligence room, Defense Secretary Hudson clutched his head in despair.

"It's a nanobot bomb from [Cobra]!"

"Damn it! Where did this guy get so many nanobombs?!"

"And where did that fighter jet come from?! I've never seen this model on the defense procurement list before. Is it a blacklist project by Lockheed Martin?!"

The crowd was in chaos, but the Black president was too preoccupied to pay attention to the arguments.

He stared intently at the metal massacre unfolding on the screen, his pupils reflecting the horrific image of the fleet's annihilation.

The terrifying devouring has begun!!!

The first to suffer were the F-16 and F-18 fighter jets on the deck.

These steel behemoths, worth hundreds of millions, were as if being bitten by an invisible giant mouth. Their wings disappeared at a visible speed, revealing jagged metal surfaces that were broken down into basic molecules the moment they came into contact with the swarm of nanobots.

"My God! What the hell is this?!" A ground crew member watched in horror as his pliers turned into metal scraps in his hand.

Before he could escape, the nanobots had already climbed onto his protective boots.

Strangely, these creatures, seemingly from hell, showed no interest in human flesh and blood, but instead greedily devoured all the metal before quickly leaving.

The situation on the island superstructure was even more horrifying.

The bulletproof glass windows of the command center melted like icing, nanobots swarmed into the room, and electronic devices completely malfunctioned after emitting eerie blue sparks.

Commander Howard watched helplessly as the fleet icons on the tactical screen turned red one after another, his ears filled with the desperate distress signals from the ships.

"Antietam reporting. Our missile silos are in 'fuck'! They're eating missiles!"

"The Mitchell has lost power. Engine room. Ah!!!"

"Seahawk helicopter! No! Don't come any closer. Zzzzzzz..."

A terrifying scene is unfolding on the sea.

The entire carrier battle group, except for the nuclear submarines underwater which were not threatened, was disintegrating at an alarming rate.

Before long, as the nanobots gnawed through the last protective layer, surging seawater poured into the ship's hull at a rate of tens of thousands of tons per hour.

The entire aircraft carrier suddenly sank as if pulled by an invisible giant hand, its bow rising high and creating a whirlpool twenty meters high on the sea surface.

The three nearby frigates, already in ruins, were mercilessly swallowed by the massive vortex before they could escape.

After being devoured by technological creations, nature has begun to rage!

In just a few minutes, the entire carrier battle group was almost completely wiped out!

Inside the military intelligence room.

A deathly silence enveloped everyone.

Cabinet leaders, military generals, and intelligence chiefs all stared at the live feed with deathly pale faces, their minds filled with only one thought:
Ruined!
They're all doomed!

On the stealth fighter, Luo Xia casually flicked the ash from his cigar, coldly observing the chaotic scene on the sea below.

After confirming the victory, he pulled the control stick sharply, and the fighter jet accelerated instantly, leaving the pursuing F-16s far behind.

In the back of the cabin, the old man was struggling to take off his wet swimming gear.

The old general's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "How exactly did you know that this fighter jet was hidden outside the island?"

Without turning his head, Rorschach said, "I have people in the Department of Homeland Security. The raiding party that infiltrated came on this plane."

The old man fell silent.

An hour earlier, after releasing the hostages, Rorschach led him into the underground drainage system and skillfully located the equipment left behind by Scarlett's team.

He handled the whole process with ease, as if he had already thoroughly explored the entire island.

If only time could turn back.

The old man gazed silently at the chaotic sea receding into the distance, his voice low and somber, "The White House will definitely agree to my terms."

"No!"

Rorschach sneered, "They'll just press the missile launch button sooner."

"Where to now?" the old man asked, frowning.

Rorschach patted the silver briefcase beside him: "You went through all that trouble to get the VX gas from Africa, so we have to make the most of it, don't we?"

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he suddenly understood something: "You wouldn't be going to..."

(End of this chapter)