Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

She played with the parts of the HK416 assault rifle, confirmed their condition and properly maintained them, and finally installed various tactical accessories to adjust it to a level that was comfortable for use.

There is also the MK12 SPR special purpose rifle that was sent from afar, and it has also been replaced with an adjustable buttstock and a floating rail handguard.

According to the director's request, this will be the next main weapon.

Raphael looked at the gun with a complicated look. It was neither high nor low, and it only had good trajectory and accuracy when using the Mk262 sniper bullet.

However, this type of ammunition has almost no armor-piercing ability. Although its boat-shaped hollow-point design gives it good ballistic performance, it can only be used against unarmored targets.

Limited by this, Raphael realized that she had to equip another HK416 with a combined aiming system consisting of an XPS3 holographic and G33 sight.

Not only that, she will be forced to use ammunition of the same caliber but different specifications, which will severely compress her tactical space and sustained combat capability.

"Have we received the 14.5 inch barrel?"

Asuka pointed to the box in the corner of the garage. "There are 10-inch and 14.5-inch barrels. Are you planning to give up the MK12?"

"Yes, this small-caliber semi-automatic sniper rifle does not meet expectations."

"What about the calibration of the optical sight?"

"It's time to use humans to correct the test." Raphael said calmly, "It's not difficult to find a target at the right distance."

"That's too cruel."

"That's the way the world works, Asuka."

Chapter 135: Changes in Yokosuka

The CVN-76 "Ronald Reagan" aircraft carrier is slowly leaving the military port with the help of auxiliary ships.

With a total length of 332 meters, the huge yet slender ship avoids other passing warships, and its straight bow points to the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

"... proceed to the waters of Iwo Jima to conduct carrier-based aircraft takeoff and landing training. After completion, deploy on-site and conduct tactical training..."

Paul James read the order and his eyebrows knitted together.

Although there had been rumors of deployment out of port for a long time, he did not expect it to come so soon. What was going on?

Paul took out his cell phone out of habit and quickly checked the current news while he could still get a signal, but he didn't find anything worthy of his attention.

Those who fight fight, and those who make money make money, the two are unrelated.

"Director, the plan for takeoff and landing training has been submitted."

"Oh, I'll see right away."

Paul returned to the exclusive cabin of the air wing commander (flight commander) and turned on the computer to check. He read the plan with a cup of coffee and outlined the situation of the aircraft carrier deck scheduling operation in his mind.

The orderly scene of the F/A-18E/F "Super Hornet" fleet taking off and landing could be imagined by his brain alone.

Not only does he know some details about aircraft carrier design that even the shipbuilders at the shipyard have never thought about.

He has the ability to discuss the details of the deck layout design with naval experts, and he can also discuss the details of the electromagnetic catapult project with the Navy's chief electromagnetic expert.

As for the knowledge of the large number of carrier-based aircraft carried by the ship, his understanding is almost comparable to that of Boeing engineers.

At a dinner two weeks ago, he and a Boeing engineer talked about fighter maintenance. From the perspective of engineering preparation, Paul is the most knowledgeable director of naval aviation operations.

The technical knowledge of the job has become part of his instinct.

As the captain of an aircraft carrier's aviation wing, Paul also knows how to fly a fighter jet, how to take off and land on an aircraft carrier's deck, how to fight in the air, and is an expert in planning maritime strike operations.

"Paul, are you there?"

There was a knock on the door and the captain's voice calling from outside. Paul looked up and shouted, "I'm here. What's up?"

Captain Eric Nickel opened the door and walked in, wearing a Santa Claus nightcap on his bald head. He yawned and smacked his lips and said:

"I want to advance the training plan. The Fleet Command wants us to be prepared for war."

"what happened?"

"I don't know, but I need your support, man."

"That's definitely no problem."

Eric felt relieved. "The fleet is not in good condition. We were only halfway through our replenishment work when we were forced to leave the port to carry out the deployment mission."

“How many people are not on duty?”

"Only 82% of the crew. Fleet Command said they would send the rest back using transport planes."

"It sounds urgent."

"Yes, we left the strike group commander on the shore."

A subtle smile appeared on Eric's face. Paul, who had worked with him for two years, knew at a glance that this guy was gloating.

If word got out that the carrier strike group had lost its commander, General Channing Jefferson would be a laughing stock wherever he went.

"so serious?"

Paul hesitated. He tapped the table with his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, he said;

"Eric, I'm sending a helicopter back to Yokosuka to pick them up immediately."

"Well, you're right, we need someone to make decisions here."

"How are the special arrangements for all the flying wings going?"

"The anti-submarine aircraft squadron and the helicopter squadron are already making final preparations," Paul confirmed.

"It looks like things are going to get busy in the second half of the night."

"I hate nighttime homework."

"I hate it, too."

The two middle-aged men felt the same way. Every night operation would cause chaos, and it was impossible for the captain and the commander of the aircraft carrier's air wing to go to the living cabin and slack off.

"Paul, in the next few months, I expect you and all your officers and soldiers to support my decisions, especially your support."

"Of course."

Paul saw Eric's serious expression and became serious too. He sat up straight on the recliner and straightened his back.

"Tell me what's going on, Eric?"

"The Seventh Fleet will completely withdraw from Yokosuka Port within the next two months, and the base facilities will be handed over to the Japanese for their own disposal."

“Are the people in the White House crazy?”

"No, they are prepared. I can only tell you this much. Anyway, the harbor is very lively tonight."

The noisy telephone on the bulkhead suddenly began to ring. Paul picked up the receiver.

"I'm the wing commander... Got it, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone. "The helicopter squadron has already taken off."

"Then let's go too."

It took Eric only two minutes to reach the aircraft carrier's command center and take charge of the nighttime recovery operation.

The officers and soldiers in the nearby intelligence gathering zone were almost driven crazy by the constant influx of information. They were all very busy, either filling out reports or making phone calls.

The heated atmosphere is almost comparable to the scene of joining a war.

……

Camp David, the President's vacation home.

“This is getting too complicated,” the national security adviser commented. “I don’t like the fact that it has come to this.”

"I am still the same," President Waller agreed with him, "but is it necessary to delegate the authority to launch weapons to the Ronald Reagan strike group?"

"From my perspective, I suggest you go down."

"But many people would say that you should only fire in self-defense, Valer!"

The president picked up the glass, flicked the wall with his fingers, and said self-deprecatingly: "I wonder how many people are hoping I'll get out now."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, picked up the phone and called the Minister of Defense.

"Forward this order to the Ronald Reagan and notify the strike group that I want them to conduct a full combat readiness air patrol.

Any movement beyond 200 nautical miles must be reported immediately. If the enemy enters the range within 200 nautical miles, the battle group commander can decide whether to take action.

If we encounter a submarine, the alert radius is 50 nautical miles. Any target that enters this alert range must be destroyed!"

When he issued the order, his words were accompanied by the authority that came from being in a high position for a long time. It was hard to tell that he was a fool who was always being timid by reporters at press conferences.

50 nautical miles is the maximum distance. In the anti-submarine exercises held within the navy in the past, someone actually managed to ambush an aircraft carrier battle group with torpedoes at this distance.

Although there are many coincidences in most cases, when the coincidences are linked together, it becomes an unprecedented shock.

Chapter 136 Earthquake

The unusual actions of the US Navy immediately became the biggest hot news in Japan, and anyone on the street could have something to say about it.

However, most of them believe that this is a routine operation for Americans.

After all, the Russian Pacific Fleet has been operating in the waters of the Southern Kuril Islands, and the two countries have been at odds since the beginning of the Cold War.

On January 1, the festive atmosphere had faded, but all signs pointed to Japan's problems becoming more serious.

In order to calm the situation, the ruins management agency held a press conference to explain the reasons for their work at the Shinobuyama ruins and promised to carry out more complete sealing operations after the inspection work was completed.

To be honest, this promise has some effect.

In addition to the ferocity that people have shown in recent days’ demonstrations, there is also a kind of rage caused by fatigue, containing impatient doubts:

We have been protesting for more than a month. When will these bastards leave their homes?

Winter vacation was about to end, and Raphael no longer had any intention of returning to high school. She sat in front of the computer in front of the map, thinking about the intention of the US Navy to suddenly weigh anchor and set sail last night.

Because she was not from the Seventh Fleet, she could only learn the most basic movements online - the "Ronald Reagan" aircraft carrier strike group was about to go to the waters of Iwo Jima for training.

Why go so far?

Unable to understand, she first tried to call Director Harry, but the only sound on the phone was a busy tone.

Raphael desperately wanted to contact the bureau, but the hotline that the CIA had reserved for her became an empty number that could not be dialed.

——Something happened!

She woke up Lingyin who was lying in bed, and asked Fei Niao to put aside the preparations for breakfast, and walked into the garage studio together to once again count the firearms, equipment and daily necessities on hand.

Suddenly, Raphael saw the lights swaying back and forth, and the tables and chairs in the armory were shaking. She turned to Lingyin and said, "Don't shake your legs..."

Lingyin looked at her and said word by word with a trembling voice: "It's not me, it's the earthquake..."

"what is the place?"

"Fukushima Industrial Zone, Futaba County, Eastern Sea, Level 9."

Fei Niao looked at Raphael in confusion. They both thought of the same thing: the US Navy's Seventh Fleet had perfectly avoided the impact of this ocean earthquake.

"The tsunami warning height is 6 meters."

"It's broken. The problem is not with the ruins, but with the seaside nuclear power plant in Futaba County."

Rafael knew that all the units operating there were General Electric's first-generation commercial boiling water reactors, and their safety performance was very worrying.

In the 70s, BWR boiling water reactors were certainly advanced.

Compared with pressurized water reactors, due to the simpler system and fewer pipes and welds, the probability of pipe rupture in boiling water reactors is theoretically much lower, and the probability of serious accidents causing core melting is also much lower.

But the problem is that these units are already 50 years old.

What's even more disastrous is that... the power station's wind and wave resistance facilities are not enough to withstand the waves, and its backup emergency generator set is set underground instead of at a high position where it can avoid waves.

Once seawater floods into the basement where the generators are stored, it means that the five units will have no backup energy, their cooling cycles will fail, and eventually lead to steam explosions.

Therefore, backup diesel generators are essential to maintain power supply to the power station in emergency situations.

When Asuka heard Raphael's exclamation, he immediately checked the status of the Futaba County Nuclear Power Plant.

"The backup generator set was destroyed by the seawater," she said.

After a long silence, Raphael suggested, "Let's get ready to leave, this place is going to be ruined."