I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

Chapter 263 Predicament, Survival

Cheyenne Mountain Base, third-floor conference room.

The expressions on everyone's faces were priceless the moment the call was disconnected.

They didn't expect that the communication would be cut off.

Harrison stared at the now-off communication panel, remaining silent for a long time.

Greg was the first to explode.

"Bullshit...this guy is an extortionist!"

He's taking advantage of the chaos!

A Chinese person came to our land, built a base in one of our cities, and now wants information about our nuclear weapons?

This is blatant aggression!

Monica sat in the chair, her fingers interlaced on the table.

"Greg, don't you find it ridiculous to use the word 'aggression' now?"

Tell me, who in this country is still protecting our territory? Is it you?

"I……"

"Washington is gone. New York is gone. Los Angeles communications are down."

You keep talking about invasion, then why don't you drive the invaders out? Those infected monsters are defecating on your head, why don't you call that invasion?

Greg's face turned a deep shade of liver from the rebuke.

General Burns had remained silent until he opened the documents in his hand.

"I've summarized his three conditions."

The two points about supplies and personnel are essentially about him strengthening his own power, but at the same time, they can also help us. These two points are worth discussing.

The only point of contention is the issue of information regarding nuclear facilities.

"That's something that can't be discussed."

A man who hadn't spoken until now finally spoke.

He was a senior CIA analyst named Brian. He looked at Burns.

"General Burns, have you thought about this?"

"If he gets the location of the nuclear weapons and then hands that information over to the Chinese government..."

"Would he?" Monica asked back.

"Who knows?"

Brian shrugged.

"We know too little about this person."

The source of his abilities, his true purpose, his relationship with the Chinese government... are all unknown.

In this situation, handing over our nuclear weapons as a trump card would be tantamount to suicide.

The meeting room fell into a stalemate once again.

Harrison remained silent. He was thinking about something else.

Monica.

"exist."

"You mentioned he brought up the issue of nuclear power plants being unmaintained. Has that... been something we assessed before?"

Upon hearing this question, Monica's expression changed.

She turned to a bespectacled man next to her...

She remembered that the man was a technical advisor at the Department of Energy.

"You should answer this question yourself."

Patrick paused, adjusted his glasses, and spoke:

"Everyone, this is actually... a question I've raised before, but it hasn't received enough attention."

Harrison frowned. "What do you mean?"

"We currently have 54 commercial nuclear power plants, located in 28 states."

Most of these employ a pressurized water reactor design, requiring a continuous power supply to maintain the cooling system's operation.

At this point, Patrick's expression also turned serious.

"If the external power grid fails, the backup diesel generator can maintain cooling for about seven to ten days. After seven to ten days, if no one replenishes the fuel..."

He didn't continue.

But none of the people present were stupid.

Of course, there is another problem, which is...

These nuclear power plants are only possible if there is no human damage.

"How many nuclear power plants can we confirm are still operating normally?" Harrison asked somewhat nervously.

Patrick shook his head.

"It's hard to say for sure, but I can say with certainty that there are definitely nuclear power plants that have stopped operating."

"Stopped operating?"

"Yes, I've been in contact with the North Anna nuclear power plant in Virginia and the Palo Verdi nuclear power plant in Arizona before."

As for the others... I can't get in touch with them.

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the conference room seemed to drop several degrees.

"Could it be that what that Chinese man said was right?"

Burns said with a grim expression, "Our nuclear power plant is a time bomb. No, it's a whole bunch of time bombs."

Greg opened his mouth, but this time he didn't refute.

Even he couldn't believe that so many nuclear power plants across the country could remain safe and sound.

Harrison took a deep breath.

"Okay, let's prioritize the nuclear power plant issue first."

Patrick, do everything you can to contact the nuclear power plant workers, get in touch with as many as you can.

Burns, send anyone you can get your hands on to inspect the status of the nearest nuclear power plant.

"receive."

"As for Lin Fan's conditions..."

Harrison looked around. "We won't give out the nuclear weapons information for now, but the coordinates of the nuclear power plant can be used as one of the conditions for exchange. As for the other things, such as supplies and personnel, we'll continue to negotiate with him."

Greg wanted to say something, but Harrison silenced him with a look.

"Greg, you can keep your opinion. But right now, I need a solution, not a stance."

The meeting adjourned temporarily.

Everyone left the meeting room with their own thoughts.

Greg walked at the back, his face grim. He stopped Brian in the hallway.

"Do you really think we should bow down to that Chinese man?"

Brian glanced at him. "Greg, I understand how you feel. But have you considered this—if we don't yield, who will save us?"

Greg remained silent.

Brian patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

At the end of the corridor, Monica was standing in front of a blast-proof window.

You can't see anything outside the window, only the thick granite walls.

Burns walked up to her.

"Do you really think Lin Fan is reliable?"

Monica turned her head:

"General, at this point in time, 'being reliable' is no longer an option. 'Survival' is."