A brand new era.
Zhang Tianyuan, listening nearby, understood what Elder Zhou and the others meant.
Once the money runs out, the doomsday announcement will begin.
The whole world will be in a state of emergency then, and no amount of money will be of any use.
"Report--"
Suddenly someone appeared at the door and brought in a piece of intelligence.
Elder Zhou took it, glanced at it, then put it down and chuckled softly:
"We just received news that Thomas's fleet is moving; fleets across the entire Pacific Ocean are preparing to head over here."
"Hey! That's going to be really lively!"
Haha~
Normally, everyone would look serious, because this is a grave warning sign.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Even the strongest signal is still just a signal. Xxs-②
Regardless, Thomas didn't dare to actually make a move.
Zhang Tianyuan stood up. "Alright, they're so enthusiastic, we should respond in kind. I'll go back to No. 2 Spacetime to mobilize them."
Elder Zhou and the others stood up, bid him farewell, and watched him return to the Legend World.
Although Elder Zhou and his group appeared calm and composed in the face of Thomas's approach, and the economy as a whole remained stable, the public was still very worried about this sudden and violent conflict.
Many people even habitually look for shortcomings in themselves, hoping to be forgiven.
When they heard that several mothership battle groups were heading west, many people felt like the sky was about to fall.
This is the norm in this era.
At that time, in the era depicted in "2012," most people were also looking up to foreign countries.
However, this did not frighten Elder Zhou and the others.
Just as Thomas's fleet set off, Elder Zhou authorized the relevant departments to deliver a speech to the world in the "2012" timeline.
"Regarding the recent conflicts between us and other parties, the cause was proactive provocation from external parties, and we bear no responsibility whatsoever. We also solemnly advise all parties to immediately cease any actions that could escalate the conflict; otherwise, we will not be responsible for any consequences arising from this conflict..."
Washington, D. C.
Thomas watched the speech on television, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone with a cold expression.
Double the amount!
Even their carrier strike groups at their home base on the west coast have moved westward to form a second wave of attacks.
I Am Legend
Otis and others followed Zhang Tianyuan
He seemed timid and submissive to those around him.
The wind was howling.
To their side were rows of fighter jets parked side by side.
Behind them, under the azure sky and on the boundless sea, giant ships cleaved through the waves, leaving scars on the surface.
A large number of aircrew were busy on the deck, and the commander who had come to the Legend World with Zhang Tianyuan was also there to explain the situation:
"Due to time constraints, we can only say that we have a basic grasp of this fleet. In terms of combat capability, they're only good for bullying those half-baked ones; they probably couldn't handle our spacetime's global fleet..."
The commander sounded dejected, lamenting the incompetence of his men.
Zhang Tianyuan patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "That's more like it. If you guys managed to run this fleet so well in just six months, wouldn't you be superhumans?"
"Is there anything wrong with the fighter jet's flight?"
The commander quickly replied, "This is our specialty. The pilots on board are all our ace pilots; they've been training for six months and are already proficient in flying the aircraft!"
Zhang Tianyuan presented him with the latest tactical instructions, readily agreeing, "That's fine then. You don't need to play any significant role; just maintain a tight formation and keep running."
The commander took it and was immediately dumbfounded...
After saying this, Zhang Tianyuan used the Spacetime Tunnel, with the "2012" timeline as a stepping stone, to jump to other fleets that were sailing and learn about the specific situation.
Among them are even two original ship mother battle groups, staffed entirely by professional teams who served on this fleet before the apocalypse.
Now both fleets have joined the Mutual Aid Society Association and become Zhang Tianyuan's allies.
Fleets jumped over one by one until all nine fleets organized in this timeline had been traversed, confirming that their status was not problematic.
Zhang Tianyuan then ordered them to return to the port and enter a state of combat readiness. He then returned to the "2012" timeline with status reports from each fleet and convened a seminar...
at the same time.
Across the ocean, Charlie Frost, with his medium-length blond hair, was moving, continuously loading his belongings from his rented apartment onto his RV.
The middle-aged landlady stared at him maliciously, as if afraid he would take his things with him, while also making sarcastic remarks:
"I can't believe it, in"
How could anyone around me believe in such absurd doomsday theories, Mayan Prophecy?
" Charlie, do you know what? Ever since you believed in this absurd theory, you've gone completely crazy."
You seem to have paranoia. Are you sure you don't need to see a psychiatrist...?
Charlie loaded the last of his things into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and couldn't help but retort:
"You'll never understand my thoughts; you'll only be focused on my wallet and next month's rent. But I can tell you, the end of the world is real. It's not just the Mayan Prophecy; it's been scientifically verified..."
The landlady's face was full of disdain. "Instead of worrying about the end of the world, you should worry about the recent international standoff. It's about the price of goods, and the price of goods determines whether you'll starve to death in your RV..."
"I have no interest in those things!" Charlie suddenly roared.
"The end of the world is just around the corner, and those fools aren't thinking about how to save more lives; instead, they're fighting amongst themselves. They'll never do anything useful!"
Charlie seemed to have his pride hurt; he angrily slammed the car door shut, quickly started the car, and drove away.
He was going to drive his RV out of San Francisco and head east to Yellowstone Park in Wyoming.
It's a large volcano there, geologically very sensitive, and I've heard that some mysterious figures have sealed off parts of the area. He could go and take a look...
He also wants to set up a radio station to spread Mayan Prophecy and doomsday theories to the outside world, and he also wants to create a blog...
Mad Charlie has many plans in his mind.
He turned on the radio, listened to the music, and drove leisurely.
until--
Beep!
The broadcast was suddenly switched abruptly, and the host, sounding panicked, leaned close to the Mike, his heavy breathing particularly noticeable.
"Fellow citizens, emergency alert!"
"To our west... to our west, an unidentified formation of enemy aircraft has appeared within the air defense identification zone. All citizens, please, please go to the nearest air raid shelter to be on the lookout for an air attack!"
Charlie was so startled that he slammed on the brakes and came to a stop on the road.
He leaned out the window and looked at the sky.
Amidst a deafening roar, a formation of fighter jets scrambled and flew low overhead.
The next second, a piercing air raid siren blared throughout the city!