Hardcore crisis

"This is Number 1. This is Number 1. We will arrive in Hanoi in one and a half hours. Everything on the plane is normal."

Schulenberg hung up the communicator and breathed a sigh of relief.

The first officer smiled at the side: "Captain, you are really unlucky. This vacation is in vain, right?"

"Who says it's not the case? Leah has complained about me many times. She said that I am a bird that never wants to go home. In fact, you know that. What can I do?"

Schulenberg relaxed his stiff shoulders: "Fortunately, our eagle is about to leave the white room, and I will finally have time to resign."

Although he said this, Schulenberg had developed a deep affection for this aircraft for such a long time, and he still felt very reluctant to leave this aircraft suddenly.

Since the emergency landing on the Hudson River in 2009, in order to commend him, His Excellency the President personally invited him to serve as the commander of the Presidential Air Service Team and became the president's exclusive "Air Force One" captain. It has been more than seven years so far. It’s time. Calculating the time, it’s indeed time to retire.

"Okay, I'll leave this place to you for now, and I'll go tell the eagle."

After patting the first officer on the shoulder, Schulenberg stood up and walked toward the back of the cabin.

As the veritable "White House in the sky" of the United States, Air Force One not only relies on advanced technology and high performance, but also the interior decoration, which is also first-class luxury. A lot of expenses are actually spent on the decoration. Therefore, the new "Air Force One" was required by Congress to cut expenditures in this area. This, of course, makes the president very dissatisfied, but it no longer causes the president to worry too much. After all, the time for him to leave office is getting closer and closer, so the next president should have a headache.

Outside the cockpit was the president's office. Schulenberg walked through the office, through the corridor next to the kitchen, and came to the office area equipped with a telephone, television and fax machine.

The president was lying on one of the luxurious sofas, leisurely holding a fruit plate and eating fresh and delicious purple grapes.

Seeing Schulenberg approaching, the black president waved his hand and said, "Hey, my captain, would you like some?"

"Thank you, Mr. President, I don't like eating grapes."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you don't eat grapes."

He put down the plate, "Do you need something else? The kitchen hasn't rested yet."

"No, Mr. President."

Schulenberg declined the president's offer, "I'm here to tell you that we will arrive in Hanoi in one and a half hours."

"That means I can continue to rest for a while?"

"Yes, Mr. President, I will let you know in twenty minutes."

"Thank you, my captain, I want you to come and say it in person."

"It's no trouble, Mr. President."

President Barack nodded upon hearing this, "I have to work for a while longer before going to rest. You go and do your work."

"Okay, Mr. President."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Schulenberg heard the sound of footsteps. Several staff members in black suits hurriedly came to the president and said solemnly: "Your Excellency, we are in trouble."

"What trouble?"

Seeing that these people looked uncomfortable, President Barack also became serious.

"This is the information that came from China three minutes ago..."

After receiving a document with pictures and text side by side with a top-secret logo, Barack flipped through it. His expression changed from serious at first, to surprise and shock later. In just ten seconds, these complex emotions were revealed to the black president. The face is shown.

Although Schulenberg was very curious about what incident caused such a change in the president's expression, he knew what should be known and what should not be known. He did not have the authority to stay here any longer and hurriedly walked towards the cockpit.

After Schulenberg walked out, Barack stood up suddenly and said in a low voice: "Cancel the plan to visit Vietnam and prepare to return to China immediately... Notify others that I want to convene a meeting immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

After hearing Barack's arrangement, the staff here quickly followed the instructions.

Fifteen minutes later, the meeting began in the high-level conference room in the bottom cabin. Members of the meeting included Secretary of State Kerry, National Security Assistant Susan, and some White House security staff.

But this is only a small number of people.

Just above the big screen in the conference room and a row of round tables, the Vice President, Secretary of Defense, Director of the Emergency Preparedness Agency, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Secretary of Homeland Security, CIA, FBI, NSA and other important departments were neatly seated. High official.

"Your Excellency, President..." As soon as Defense Secretary Carter stood up, he was interrupted by Barack.

"No need to talk nonsense at this time, tell me the truth."

"Yes, Your Excellency the President...but the truth of the matter may be a bit troublesome."

Defense Secretary Carter was a little embarrassed: "We have contacted NASA and the USGS, but we have not received specific information there."

The scene on the big screen changed, and it immediately showed the hall of NASA's Washington headquarters. There were densely packed screens and hundreds of people standing up, all staring at the camera here.

NASA Administrator Charles Bolden, wearing a straight suit and white hair, looked tired and said, "Hello, Mr. President."

"No need to make small talk, so I can ask, what exactly caused this? A whole city disappeared without a trace? Do you know how I feel now? When my security assistant told me about this Sometimes, I was wondering if today was April Fools’ Day. But after thinking about it carefully, even if it was April Fools’ Day, no one would dare to play such a joke on me.”

"Okay, my Director Charles, tell me... was it caused by a meteorite?"

"No, Your Excellency, I am certain that this was not caused by a meteorite."

Bolden said categorically: "First of all, we have long monitored PHAs (potentially threatening asteroids) that can pose a threat to the earth. None of the 2,500 marked PHAs are likely to approach the earth in the near future. If it is a small An accident caused by a planet, so the PHA that razed the entire city to the ground will definitely not be able to escape the discovery of the Catalina Sky Survey System. What's more, the scene was not razed to the ground... but disappeared out of thin air. I think this was definitely not caused by a meteorite traces of damage.”

"Good, I'm glad to hear that those rocks from outer space pose no threat to us, so any guesses? Earthquake or something else? Where is the USGS guy?"

Upon hearing the president's words, the big screen changed again.

This time it is still a hall, but relatively speaking, the number of people in NASA's hall is much smaller.

However, there are still many large screens and data displays. As the United States Geological Survey, the USGS, in addition to scientific research and investigation of mineral resources, geographical environment and other information, is actually responsible for monitoring and analyzing natural disasters across the country.

This phenomenon, which is similar to a geological disaster, will definitely require the assistance of the USGS for investigation.

Suzette Jinbo wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the camera on the president's side and took it, and immediately said hello to the president.

"Your Excellency, we have sent an investigation team to the city of Saint-Annou... to the scene of the incident. It will take some time to obtain the specific information."

"With your technical capabilities, do you still need to conduct on-site investigations? Well, can't you tell me what kind of natural disaster this is?"

"This, your Excellency the President...maybe, maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe it's not a natural disaster."

The sweat on Jin Bo's forehead seems to be flowing non-stop, and he keeps wiping the sweat: "The images sent back from the scene show that all the fault surfaces are extremely smooth. This cannot be caused by any known geological disaster. Of course, , we still need on-site investigation to know the specific situation.”

"In other words, it's not a geological disaster?"

"It's just that from the current point of view, we are not sure yet, Mr. President."

Unfortunately, Barack doesn't really believe in the cause of the geological disaster. Judging from the pictures alone, it is impossible for nature to cause such a spectacle. There are simply too many traces left by man. (To be continued ~^~)