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Chapter 119: The Church
After the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, the U.S. Pacific Fleet's Military Base, President Roosevelt, dragging his disabled legs, stood up and delivered his famous "Day of Infamy" speech to the United States people, declaring war on Japan.
The United States was fully mobilized for war, and the entire United States was in an uproar; defending the country became the biggest topic for Americans.
"Ms. Carter, this is a secret report from Germany; I need you to translate it."
"Alright, give it to me."
After speaking, Carter took the documents from the female clerk's hand, then returned to her desk and began to translate.
Half an hour later, the latest intelligence report on Germany's "Uranium Project" appeared on the desk.
Carter picked up the translated document and directly knocked on Colonel Phillips's office door.
Two days later, in the Oval Office of the White House, there were over a dozen people, including Military generals, a think tank, and several nuclear experts.
"Colonel Phillips, is this information reliable?" President Roosevelt asked.
"Absolutely Reliable, Mr. President; for this intelligence, we lost three soldiers," Colonel Phillips replied.
"Gentlemen, what are your opinions?" President Roosevelt asked the others in the office.
General Arthur said, "Mr. President, we should start the nuclear program as soon as possible; otherwise, if Germany develops nuclear weapons first, the consequences will be unimaginable."
"Yes, Mr. President, the atomic bomb project must be started as soon as possible; this destructive weapon must be in our hands," General Bush said.
"Agreed" x 2
"Then I want to know, what do we need to prepare? Dr. Robert Oppenheimer," President Roosevelt said, looking at the middle-aged man beside him.
"Uh, uranium, Mr. President, we need a large amount of raw uranium ore for experiments. We also need a large number of nuclear scientists," Robert Oppenheimer said.
"Good, I will have people prepare all of these for you; you can start working, Dr.," President Roosevelt said to Robert.
"Uh, Mr. President, I want to tell everyone that the major uranium mines in the United States are all in the hands of one company, so…" Robert Oppenheimer glanced at the waiting crowd and continued.
"Actually, there are only a very small amount of suitable uranium ores in the United States; these uranium mines were bought by Mr. Orwell more than ten years ago. Currently, most of the nuclear research experts in the United States are also in the research institutes under Mr. Orwell."
"What about foreign uranium mines?" someone asked.
"Well, some good uranium mines are in Canada and Czechoslovakia, but the best uranium resources are in Australia; Czechoslovakia has already been occupied by Germany. And as far as I know, Mr. Orwell also has a large amount of uranium mines in the other two regions."
The office fell silent for a moment; most of the people present began to feel envious, but there was nothing they could do; who could have imagined that the abandoned mines, once called devil mines, would become so valuable.
"Alright, the White House will contact Mr. Orwell. You all make a plan," President Roosevelt said to everyone.
"Yes, Mr. President!" x 5
After everyone left, President Roosevelt looked at the telephone on his desk. He couldn't help but recall his first meeting with the Count.
President Roosevelt was also very curious about that person; ever since he participated in the New York State election, that person had begun to sponsor him.
It could be said that that person was his benefactor in his political career. Without that person, he might not have been able to take this position from the beginning. After all, how many people would favor a disabled person to become the President?
However, all along, his sponsor had not made overly harsh demands. However, a report from his think tank showed that his enterprise had deeply penetrated all aspects of the United States. Sometimes, this kind of desirelessness is the most terrifying.
Previously, a think tank had proposed the "Count Threat Theory," intending to support some enterprises to seize the Military's share, coupled with President Roosevelt's intentional indulgence, which led to the rapid rise of Stark Industries.
Today, looking at the uranium mine situation, the "threat theory" proposed by those people was not without reason. But now it seems that they have no choice but to rely on this enterprise.
After much deliberation, President Roosevelt finally made the call.
"Hello, President Roosevelt, it's been a long time since we last spoke."
"Yes, Mr. Orwell, long time no see. It's like this, tomorrow night I would like to invite you and your wives to dinner at the White House; I wonder if you have time." President Roosevelt said.
"Of course, then Mr. President, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow!"
As soon as he hung up the phone, George saw Fred, the butler, standing at the door.
"Come in!"
"Yes, Sir."
"Master Orwell, this is the news that just came from Washington," Fred said, handing over a piece of paper.
George took the paper, saw the content written on it, and suddenly understood President Roosevelt's intention in inviting him to dinner today.
"Fred, go tell Paul to select a few nuclear experts to prepare, and also prepare a batch of uranium ore."
"Also, help me prepare a gift; I want to give it to President Roosevelt."
"Yes, Master Orwell."
The next day, Washington.
The small banquet hall of the White House had hosted countless banquets and entertained countless guests.
The accustomed maids, wearing standard black dresses, White headpieces, and White aprons, were busy in an orderly manner.
First Lady Anna Eleanor Roosevelt, looking at the busy maids, then came to President Roosevelt's desk and asked, "Are there guests tonight?"
This First Lady was not simple; she was a feminist and actively advocated for human rights.
She fundamentally changed the traditional image of the White House hostess, becoming an active advocate for various social activities, an enthusiastic participant in political activities, a strong supporter of her husband's career, and a political partner.
This phenomenon was unprecedented and was later emulated by subsequent First Ladies.
"Yes, the Count; I introduced him, my sponsor."
"Oh, it's that gentleman! Although I've seen photos in newspapers, I haven't met him in person yet."
"Well, yes, he is usually very low-key and doesn't like to show his face outside. Tonight, I invited him and his wives to be guests, so you should also go and prepare."
"His wives—the British Princess and Ms. Kujo, right? They are a perfect match. Alright, I'll go prepare now."
In the evening, George, flanked by the elegantly dressed Alice and Yui, arrived at the small banquet hall, led by the reception officer.
"Hello, Mr. President."
"Haha, hello, Mr. Orwell. You are still so young."
The dinner was a pleasant one for both host and guests, as both sides intended to accommodate each other.
After dinner, the two ladies chatted about flowers and plants in the tea room, while George and the President went to the President's study, where both lit a cigar given by George.
President Roosevelt was not a professional cigar smoker, but after smoking a lot, he could taste the mellow and sweet aftertaste of the cigar.
After the two quietly took two puffs, President Roosevelt said, "This must be Mayacasi, right? I heard it's also your family's industry now?"
"No, this is specially made for my smoking; it hasn't been sold externally."
President Roosevelt took another puff and said, "It's really good!"
George smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll have someone deliver it to you regularly."
"Haha, as a friend, I won't be polite," President Roosevelt said.
"Of course." The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Your wives carry themselves like royalty," Roosevelt added, tapping ash from his cigar. "No wonder the papers are always speculating."
George gave a short laugh. "Let them talk."
"Then there's something I'll just say directly." After speaking, President Roosevelt picked up a document from his desk.
George took it and casually flipped through it; it was a detailed report on Germany's "Uranium Project," describing everything from the start of the project in 1937 to the latest experimental progress.
"I wonder, what is Mr. President's intention?" George pretended not to know.
"In the current environment, the White House needs your strength, Mr. Orwell." President Roosevelt paused, glanced at George, who had not responded, and continued, "The White House has prepared a nuclear weapons program; the entire program requires a large amount of funding, and a large amount of uranium ore is needed during the experimental process."
"How much?"
"What?"
"I said, how much is needed?"
"1 billion!"
George felt a wave of annoyance. Damn it, I've seen that plan too, okay? The total plan only needs about 2 billion, and they want me to pay half!
If it weren't for not wanting the whole plan to go too smoothly and also not wanting to scare the President, George would have really wanted to just pull out a nuclear weapon and shove it in the President's face.
That's right, George now has complete nuclear weapon manufacturing data. In the DC World, George plundered a lot of various technical data.
However, to avoid shocking the World and affecting the development of World War II, let's just forget about it.
"Okay."
"What do you need?"
George smoked the cigar in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Qualifications for nuclear energy development and research!"
"Non-weapon related?" President Roosevelt asked.
"Our nuclear experts will participate in the entire process of the first nuclear weapon research and development. After the experiment is successful, they will withdraw to the research institute," George replied.
After another moment of silence, President Roosevelt replied, "Okay!"
A few days later, the United States officially formulated the top-secret plan code-named "Manhattan." President Roosevelt granted this plan "special priority above all operations."
Oak Ridge, Tennessee, was chosen as the Base for the uranium isotope separation plant. Because the main office was originally to be located in New York City, they decided to name the new district "Manhattan." Thus, the "Manhattan Engineering District (or simply MED)" was born. The entire U.S. nuclear research program was soon named the "Manhattan Project."
In this World, the "Manhattan Project" was proposed half a year earlier than in the original timeline.
March 1942, Tønsberg, Norway.
As one of Norway's oldest towns, the outskirts of the town have a large number of ancient royal families. At this time, Norway had become a German-occupied territory, but the night in this remote town was still quiet and peaceful.
Unfortunately, this tranquility was soon broken by German boots and roaring tanks. A huge tank, three stories high and dozens of meters long, roared into the town. The tracks crushed the ground, and the neat stone slabs shattered, causing the surrounding houses to shake.
A young man with golden hair and a beard quickly crossed the small square in the town, running all the way to the church next to the square.
He pushed open the church door and immediately shouted, "They're here," then closed the door from the inside.
In the center of the church was a stone coffin, with mottled iron candleholders scattered around.
An old man with a White beard slowly descended the stone stairs and replied, "They've been here before."
The young man walked up to the old man and said, "This time is different!"
"Let them come; they won't find it."
"Rumble"
The stone castle trembled violently, and both men's feet shook slightly.
"Boom"
With a loud bang, the wall where the church door was located was forcefully broken open by a tank equipped with a battering ram, and the collapsing boulders raised a cloud of dust.
By the time the old man noticed, the man who had come to deliver the message had already been crushed to death by the stones.
A squad of soldiers filled in through the collapsed doorway; several of them quickly took positions in various corners of the church and began to search rapidly. The old man was pushed to the ground, and after finding nothing, the soldiers turned their attention to the stone coffin in the center of the church.
Three soldiers came to the stone coffin and tried to push it open. However, the huge and heavy stone coffin did not budge, as if the entire stone coffin were one piece.
The squad leader shouted, "Open it quickly! Why can't you find it?"
A majestic six-wheeled black sports car slowly stopped next to the tank. A tall figure got out of the car, his shiny black knee-high Military boots stepping on the hard cobblestone road, making "thud-thud" footsteps.
Dressed in a black Military trench coat, looking somewhat imposing, he stood at the collapsed doorway.
The three soldiers who couldn't move the stone coffin, upon hearing the footsteps, immediately stood at attention and turned to look at the black figure standing at the doorway.
"Thud-thud-thud." In the quiet church, the oppressive feeling was overwhelming.
As the newcomer walked closer to the church, a cold and rigid face was revealed, with brutal and crazy eyes. The newcomer was Schmidt.
The officer slowly walked into the church, and the soldiers inside immediately stood at attention and saluted.
"It took me a long time to find this place; I really have to commend you." Schmidt's cold face showed no expression. "Help him up."
A soldier quickly pulled the old man up; facing this sudden change, the old man seemed a bit flustered.
"I think you are a very farsighted person; in this, we are very similar," Schmidt said as he helped the old man tidy his messy clothes.
"We are not alike at all." Although there was some panic in his eyes, the old man was not afraid to yield.
"Is that so? But what others see as superstition, you and I both consider science," Schmidt said, looking at the old man.
"What you are looking for does not exist." The old man's voice was already trembling slightly.
"Then why go to such lengths to hide it?" Seemingly impatient, Schmidt took off his hat and handed it to the soldier next to the stone coffin, then walked to the stone coffin.
He placed his hands on the coffin lid and pushed hard; the stone coffin, which several soldiers had previously been unable to move an inch with all their might, was easily pushed open by Schmidt. As the heavy coffin lid crashed to the ground, everything inside was revealed.
Inside the stone coffin was a decaying skeleton. The armor and cloak it wore had long since rusted and rotted away. But on its body lay a long sword, and between its two hands, it held a transparent crystal cube.
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