175: Chapter 175 Star Wars Program

[Hawaii has sunk.]

[Deep mourning for the tens of thousands of citizens who could not be evacuated and did not receive any rescue.]

On the third day of the ocean expansion, the seawater stopped rising.

Meanwhile, on Facebook, messages of mourning from the people of the United States began to appear one after another.

However, in the face of these condolences, the Lord of the Black Robe at the Black Palace still spoke with indifference.

"Although they have lost their lives, they possessed freedom until the very end."

Inside the Black Palace, after sending this reply, the Lord of the Black Robe smashed his phone.

He knew that the moment he said those words, the last shred of decency belonging to the United States would be torn away.

This phrase had once been used to cover up invasions of other countries, but now that it was used on his own people, it naturally failed to win public support.

However, the Lord of the Black Robe had already given up.

Because from the very beginning, capital and the public were never on the same side.

Now that the aircraft carriers had been destroyed and the ocean was expanding, the lighthouse had entered a phase of extinction and could no longer stir up any great waves.

Since that was the case, they had no choice but to shrink their defensive lines to ensure their own survival.

At this very moment, inside the Black Palace, a large number of representatives of capital had gathered.

Whether they were public figures or operating in the shadows—financial magnates, oil tycoons, financial giants, behind-the-scenes families, leaders of arms dealers, and even the aliens from Area 51—they were all gathered together.

"The situation is lost; we might as well throw some atomic bombs over there and go down with them," a military tycoon suddenly spoke up.

Even at this moment, he was still thinking about making another war profit.

As for whether he would also be destroyed, he did not care.

As someone alienated by the accumulation of capital, he only wanted to fire up the weapons factories and make one last war profit.

Even if he died, he would have no regrets.

However, the others did not think so.

A Jewish financial giant stood up: "Atomic bombs will destroy humanity. We should uphold supreme humanitarianism and coexist peacefully... Therefore, I suggest everyone transfer their assets to the Jewish Bank!"

"Now that the ocean is expanding, ocean transport costs are skyrocketing. My oil group doubling the price in US dollars should be no problem, right?"

Seeing that everyone was about to carve up the benefits, an oil tycoon also couldn't help but stand up.

"What foolish humans!" The Lizard Queen frowned and spoke in a sharp voice.

She couldn't even help but flick her tail, shattering a pillar.

Seeing this, the crowd immediately became a bit more obedient.

These were aliens from Area 51, possessing immense power.

Now, the only remaining fighting strength the United States had was these aliens.

Otherwise, they would have no choice but to use atomic bombs and perish together.

"Queen, what do you think we should do?" the Lord of the Black Robe asked.

Calling everyone here was mainly because he wanted the Lizard Queen to consolidate the various forces.

Otherwise, if they continued to bicker like this, the United States would likely fall into becoming a second-rate nation.

"Concentrate all power on developing that aircraft carrier in the Arctic!"

"Strive to build it into a space carrier, an interstellar starship!"

"And then!"

"Conquer the Antarctic continent and take back everything that belongs to the lighthouse."

"This plan, the Lord of the Black Robe and I have already discussed; it shall be called the Star Wars Project."

The Lizard Queen spoke indifferently.

However, once these thunderous words were spoken, the crowd was shocked and immediately voiced their objections.

"A space carrier? This level of propulsion requires at least Controlled Nuclear Fusion, which we haven't even broken through yet!"

"Exactly. Now that talent is flowing into China in large numbers, we won't be able to develop Controlled Nuclear Fusion with our future research capabilities and funds."

"Think of how much money this will cost..."

The crowd whispered to one another.

One reason was insufficient technology to build a space carrier.

The second was the massive consumption of wealth, which everyone was unwilling to support.

However, what the Lizard Queen wanted to do was to concentrate everyone's power.

Otherwise, if they continued to be so loose and everyone went their own way, in a hundred years, this planet would still be a garbage planet that couldn't even reach a Level 1 civilization.

They would never be able to leave the Milky Way Galaxy.

"We have already made significant progress on Controlled Nuclear Fusion! If it weren't for the recent magnetic field problems, we at Area 51 would have already developed it."

"Today, I only ask you one thing: are you willing to join me in pushing the Star Wars Project forward?"

The Lizard Queen scanned the crowd.

Just then, the oil tycoon stood up, wanting to express his refusal.

After all, once Controlled Nuclear Fusion was available, who would buy his oil?

However, before he could speak, the Lizard Queen whipped her tail at him, smashing him into a meat patty, with blood flowing everywhere.

"You don't need to speak. I know you would definitely refuse."

After saying this, under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the Lizard Queen rolled up the meat patty and ate it in one bite.

"I... I support it!" The Jewish man was so scared that he wished he could raise both his hands and feet.

"I support it!" The arms dealer's face turned pale.

"Support!" Under the Lizard Queen's show of force, everyone defected.

The Lizard Queen nodded with satisfaction.

"Use your power to transport wealth continuously to the Arctic."

"Once the space carrier and starship are built, I will reserve a ticket for each of you!"

Under the coercion and inducement of the Lizard Queen, everyone could only grit their teeth and follow this alien forward.

The meeting ended.

The United States released a strategic white paper on Facebook regarding the [Star Wars Project].

For a time, the whole world fell into panic again.

[Star Wars Project? Holy crap, this United States, is it really never-ending!]

[Exactly! They don't even save their own people, and they still want to start a Star Wars Project!]

[China's Nantianmen Project was established to defend against aliens, but does this United States actually want to destroy its own planet?]

[It's already a Star Wars scenario; where the hell are we supposed to migrate to? Mars?]

[Mars? In your dreams, only the rich can go there.]

[Heh, Noah's Ark is selling tickets.]

The news spread.

The public fell into despair.

Clearly, upon learning that the ocean expansion was irreversible, the United States planned to concentrate all its financial resources to build a spacecraft comparable to Noah's Ark.

And this spacecraft would certainly be for the rich to board first.

This point had already been seen through by those citizens who received no support during the shipwreck.

At this moment, there was only despair.

Meanwhile, in China, Jiang Chen also frowned slightly when he saw this news.

"It seems the United States intends to concentrate its power for a head-on showdown with China."

"I just don't know how much of a splash your remaining three aircraft carriers can make."

Jiang Chen saw it at a glance.

This United States, shrinking its lines and not caring about offending the public, just to carry out this Star Wars Project, definitely still wanted to fight against China.