Millionaire Son in Law – Charlie Wade Chapter 7454

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Chapter 7454

The M142 Heavy Weapon and the Mystery of the Pentagon’s Change of Attitude

The head of the US military base remained calm when faced with Watanabe Goro’s questions.

With a flat and cold expression, he replied, “Based on the current situation, we should indeed abide by the Antarctic Treaty and not send any troops there. But now, the situation has changed.”

Watanabe Goro felt like he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes repeatedly.

He couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t this commander just sworn not to send a single bullet? How could this bastard have organized hundreds of Navy SEALs for an operation in Antarctica in the blink of an eye?

Unable to bear it any longer, Watanabe asked with a trembling voice.

“What has changed? Has our Prime Minister requested special permission from your President?”

The base chief looked at him with a condescending gaze.

“As far as I know, your president doesn’t have that much influence.”

Ignoring Watanabe’s confusion, the commander grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted sternly.

“Why isn’t M142 here yet? Hurry! We’re going to be late!”

Fear of Seeing the M142 Rocket Launcher

Hearing the code “M142”, Watanabe Goro’s face turned pale.

As a Defense Department official, he knew exactly what it was. M142 was the code for HIMARS (High Mobility Artillery Rocket System)—an American-made high-mobility artillery rocket launcher system.

This is not a toy. This is a war monster.

The M142 is highly maneuverable and deadly. The latest model is capable of launching precision-guided rockets with a range of up to 300 kilometers.

Even more terrifying, this vehicle boasts a 6×6 all-terrain drivetrain. Even if dropped on the Antarctic ice sheet, this 5-ton monster can drive smoothly.

Watanabe thought to himself in horror, “Damn, are these Americans crazy?”

They said they were anti-violence. Now they’re bringing rocket launchers to shoot at scientists’ snowmobiles?

It’s like using a cannon to kill a mosquito. The M142 can destroy any target from hundreds of kilometers away with surgical precision.

The next second, a terrible realization hit Watanabe.

“Wait… are these SEALs and M142 rockets prepared to attack our scientific expedition team?”

Japan asked for American help in capturing the traitors alive . Sending special forces still made sense for that purpose.

But sending artillery rocket launchers? That’s not to capture. That’s to destroy.

Threats on Board

Cold sweat broke out on Watanabe’s forehead. He dared to interrupt.

“Commander, our plan is persuasion. The priority is capture, not assault! With such firepower, a misfire would have dire consequences…”

The head of the US military base cut him off coldly.

“You have no right to question or interfere with United States military operations.”

Watanabe was almost in tears, “But they are just our suspected scientists! We can’t just kill them!”

The commander glared at him and gave an ultimatum.

“Listen. Our original mission was to transport you. But now, our mission is to transport soldiers and weapons to Antarctica. We’re just giving you a ride.”

His voice lowered, full of threat. “So, if you still want to board this plane, you’d better shut up. Or get off now!”

He knew his place. He was merely a supporting character here. If he continued to argue, he would be kicked off the plane, and the mission would be a complete failure.

Feeling annoyed and scared, he sat back down on the cargo plane’s mesh seat.

The Rumble of War Machines

Suddenly, the rumbling sound of heavy machinery was heard from outside.

Three M142 HIMARS rocket launchers cruised onto the runway, ready to dive into the belly of the second newly arrived transport aircraft.

Watanabe Goro’s eyes widened. They actually brought three artillery units. Were they going to start a world war at the South Pole?

And it turns out, that was just the beginning.

The commander’s voice came over the radio again: “The second echelon of personnel and equipment is ready. They will depart as soon as the first shipment is complete!”

The United States was apparently very panicked.

They feared that the defecting Japanese researchers would attack McMurdo Station. For the US, McMurdo was more than just an ice laboratory. It was a strategic base housing something very important.

They don’t know if the secret has leaked. But one thing is certain: McMurdo Station must not be touched.

The Pentagon’s strategy has now shifted completely to the offensive:

1. Send troops to strengthen McMurdo’s defenses.
2. Send another force to cut off the Japanese team’s escape route.
3. Launch a pincer attack to finish off the defectors.

The orders were clear: Shoot on sight if anyone approached aggressively.

As the plane carrying Goro Watanabe began to move down the runway, he could only surrender. Behind him, a second plane carrying deadly rockets also took off, tearing through the sky toward the south.

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Radio Tension and America’s Final Warning

Meanwhile in Antarctica, Wu Bolin’s group is getting closer to McMurdo Station.

However, there is something strange.

Kohei Kikuchi looked confused and anxious. It had been over half an hour since he sent the distress signal “SOS,” but there had been no response from the American station.

“This is absolutely outrageous!” Kikuchi complained, hitting the steering wheel.

“How is that possible? We said we needed emergency help, but they just kept quiet! Where is their humanity?”

Wu Bolin, who was sitting quietly next to him, opened his eyes.

“What would happen if we just barged in there?” he asked flatly.

Kikuchi shook his head quickly.

“We don’t have any insiders, Master. Breaking in without permission would be suicide. Their radar has been locked on to our position for a while now.”

He explained the risks, “If we force our way in, they’ll report it to the military. The nearest air base can send fighter jets in two hours. We don’t have any heavy weapons. Our chances are zero.”

Wu Bolin smiled faintly, full of confidence.

“They’re just a bunch of scientists, right? I can handle them alone.”

Strong Warning Via Radio

Before Kikuchi could answer, the snowmobile’s radio on the dashboard hissed loudly. The American officer’s voice sounded tense and warning.

“On behalf of the United States government, I demand that you stop immediately! No further approach to McMurdo Station is permitted!”

Kikuchi immediately grabbed the radio microphone with emotion.

“You idiot! We came to ask for help! The US and Japan are allies! We’re just having technical problems and need logistics; what’s wrong with helping our fellow human beings here?”

On the other end, the American communications officer broke out in a cold sweat.

To them, Kikuchi’s voice wasn’t the voice of a comrade in need. It was the voice of an enemy.

Pentagon intelligence had already warned: This Japanese group was a crazed traitor. Anyone who dared betray their own country en masse was a dangerous psychopath.

And now, the psychopaths were moving straight towards the gates of McMurdo Station.

Clearly, they did not come with good intentions.