Chapter 352: Crazy, All Crazy

"We are under attack! We are under attack! The British! They boarded our ship!"

The United States Second Fleet—in the original history, this fleet would gradually lose its greatest role and exit the stage of history with the dissolution of the Soviet Union, but now, the Soviet Union is still prosperous, so the Second Fleet also maintained its vitality.

At this moment, the Second Fleet Command received an alarm from the guided-missile destroyer McCain.

This made everyone in the command department confused.

The McCain was in the English Channel, surrounded by allies. Although this mission was to form a certain deterrent to Britain, everyone knew that Britain couldn't have too intense a reaction, and they just planned to let the two destroyers go and show off their power and then turn back, not like dealing with those non-NATO countries, directly opening the aircraft carrier to their doorstep.

Such a small matter, they would never have thought that the British would actually come to seize the ship?!

This feeling is like, you just took your fist out of your pocket, and the other party actually chopped off one of your fingers with a knife.

Are the British crazy?!

However, soon, the style became even more strange. The McCain reported that a motorboat loaded with explosives launched a suicide bombing attack on the warship, and they actually succeeded, blowing a ten-meter-diameter hole in the hull, the ship took on water, and even the power system had problems.

The command department immediately sternly ordered Britain to stop the attack, and at the same time asked the White House whether to issue a combat order, and requested the other destroyer, the Ramage, to take action to rescue the McCain.

After receiving the notification, the British actually started to play the rogue, saying they knew nothing about the attack, and they also said they confirmed that the McCain was suffering from an unidentified terrorist attack, the ship was in danger, and asked if rescue was needed.

Soon, the Ramage also sent back news, claiming that it had suffered an electronic warfare attack, the equipment failed, and then they hit a small freighter, directly sinking the latter, and the ship's bow was also severely damaged.

The British side seemed to think this was the Ramage's retaliation, and they also sent three destroyers out to "escort the channel."

Then the next moment, the McCain sent another alarm. "The British fire control system is aiming at us! Repeat, we are being aimed at."

Immediately after, "Boom!"

"Torpedo, they fired a torpedo! Our ship is sinking!"

But the next moment, "Boom!" The British destroyer was also hit by a torpedo.

"Request to fire! Request to fire!" The Ramage urgently requested combat, but before the White House's order came down, a torpedo attacked. Fortunately, the Ramage quickly threw a rocket-type depth charge, destroying the torpedo halfway.

The McCain's power was destroyed, the hull was sinking, and the Ramage was almost hit. The White House finally couldn't hesitate any longer and issued an order that the two ships could take any means to save themselves.

So, the Ram

The McCain also fired all of its anti-ship missiles; almost simultaneously, the opponent's missiles were launched as well.

Both sides were within visual range, and the missiles arrived almost instantaneously.

Just before being struck by the opponent's anti-ship missile, the Second Fleet command received the final message from the McCain: "This is a conspiracy! We have discovered the source of the interference! Long live America!"

Subsequently, four Tomahawk cruise missiles emerged from the vertical launch systems on the sinking ship and shot into the high sky. At the same time, the McCain was struck by a missile from a British destroyer; the entire ship was blown in two, and it immediately turned into a massive fireball amidst a violent secondary explosion, sinking completely.

However, the four Tomahawk missiles it had launched were like four scattered arrows, flying off in different directions.

One headed directly for the British destroyer, but the latter successfully disrupted its position with chaff, causing it to explode on the sea surface far from the ship, nearly hitting a cargo vessel.

Another was struck by an anti-ballistic missile from a destroyer and destroyed in mid-air.

But there were two others; one flew toward the British mainland, while the other actually flew toward France on the opposite shore.

Before long, the paths of the two missiles were analyzed.

Seeing the results, the British Ministry of Defence turned pale; the missile flying toward France was pointed at a blank area on the map, seemingly an uninhabited zone, which didn't matter, but the impact point of the cruise missile flying toward the British mainland was actually London!

Damn it! Have the Americans gone mad?!

The Second Fleet was also going absolutely crazy; had the McCain lost its mind?!

Counterattacking an opponent's ship was understandable, but throwing missiles directly at someone's capital—what kind of operation was this?!

However, the McCain had already sunk in the English Channel, and it had sunk after the ship exploded; it was uncertain how many survivors were left on board, and now there was no way to ask them why they had done this.

If that missile were to land in the center of London...

In the White House, the American President was nearly scared into a heart attack; after forty years of Cold War, could the real war actually be breaking out between the US and the UK?

What kind of hellish joke was this?

And more terrified than the White House was, naturally, Downing Street.

The Prime Minister, clutching the nuclear briefcase, was ordered to hide underground. At the same time, a piercing air-raid siren sounded over London; for the first time since World War II, London was once again under the threat of war.

"Where is the Secretary of Defence! Intercept it! At all costs! Intercept it!" the Prime Minister roared like a madman.

If that bomb landed anywhere within London, even if it only killed one person, given his ambiguous attitude toward America earlier, he would be forced out of office.

"How confident are we that we can intercept that missile?" the Prime Minister finally asked the expert beside him.

"The launch position is too close to us," the expert said. "This is only 62 miles from Portsmouth. The Tomahawk missile has a speed of 0.7 Mach, so it only takes seven minutes to get here. However, we still have a high probability of shooting it down; the Tomahawk missile is not fast, and it has been on our radar..."

Just then, an advisor put down the phone in his hand and said to the Prime Minister, "The, the Ministry of Defence just said they have lost the position of that missile..."

"What?!" the Prime Minister was stunned.

"That Tomahawk missile has disappeared from the radar..."

High in the air, Murphy looked at the Tomahawk missile below. He had already applied an improved Illusion Body Spell to it, so the radar would no longer be able to detect its existence, and he would also slightly alter the missile's route, making it take a small arc to avoid the Ministry of Defence intercepting it via its trajectory.

And the target Murphy had set for it was the Palace of Westminster—that is, the British Houses of Parliament.

Although there might not be many people there by the time the missile arrived, merely destroying that building would be enough to shock the world.

In fact, this missile fired at London was just an afterthought; he didn't intend to kill anyone with it. After the naval battle had occurred, his goal had already been achieved.

The person he wanted to kill was at the impact point of the other missile.

France, Loire Valley, Ourus Castle.

In the auditorium of this castle manor, which did not exist on any map, sat a hall full of wizards.

A short, fat American wizard was standing on the stage, full of self-satisfaction.

Just moments ago, he had successfully made the Federation pass the resolution to remove Dumbledore. Although those die-hard loyalists of Dumbledore were very unconvinced, the fact was established, and they could not overturn it.

Next, it was time to guide them into electing him as the new President, and this was not difficult. Most of the people who came here were nobles from various countries who wanted to make a fortune through the war against Murphy; they didn't care about protecting the Secrecy Act, but everyone wanted to take the opportunity to muddy the waters.

Only by making the waters of the wizarding world murky could they fish in troubled waters, and only then could they rise like Murphy and become wizard oligarchs.

In the end, apart from someone with a broken brain like Dumbledore, who didn't love money? Who didn't want to possess power?

Whether Murphy broke the law was not important, but whether they could use this as an excuse to finish him off and devour his inheritance was very important.

"Gentlemen, Murphy Darkholm has violated the Secrecy Act, murdered investigators, and treated the Federation as nothing, seriously threatening the normal order of the wizarding world. Such behavior must never be allowed by the Wizarding Federation! Although he controls the British Ministry of Magic, as long as we unite and concentrate our strength, we will certainly be able to..."

"What is that?" suddenly a wizard said, looking out the window.

A bright point of light streaked across the sky like a meteor.

"It seems to be... coming toward us..."

Before he could finish his sentence, with a loud boom, a cylinder smashed through the window frame and plunged into the venue.

The next instant, a bright light illuminated everyone's eyes.

(End of chapter)