#1024 - I'm back

The United States in both worlds had fractured, as if the country was inherently prone to civil war.

[Mission Objective: Airborne Assault on New York]

[Detailed Information of New York City Loading]

This experience was very new. They were looking at a blue ocean, an ocean and world where pollution wasn't so severe!

"This is America?"

As the transport plane arrived in American airspace, the same question arose in everyone's mind—this is America?

North America, or rather, the land of the entire cyberpunk world, was basically just barren sand. At best, there might be some black sewage inside. When the wind blew, yellow sand would cover the roads, and people traveling couldn't see the direction.

Although the Marvel world was also in a state of war, the suburbs still had large green lawns, forests, and clear lake water.

However, the cities were just as devastated—

Leer just glanced at it: "Prepare to drop, and be careful to control your consciousness."

The ships on the sea began to enter territorial waters, locking onto the ships executing the blockade and bombing on the coast. The transport plane quietly arrived over New York.

Once the battle began, the African Union navy would attack the American fleet while simultaneously carrying out the airborne assault to retake New York City.

However, the transport plane Leer was on began to increase its altitude.

V asked curiously, "Aren't we going down?"

"No, don't forget the content of this training. Ground combat won't have a training effect."

The African Union flagship "Somalia" raised its main gun high. Abdi sat in the command room, looking at the tactical radar in front of him, feeling a sense of absurdity in his heart:

To think that three years ago, he was still a Somali pirate! Now, he was fighting on American soil!

But this feeling was really good.

[Leer: Launch the general offensive in 30 seconds.]

"Prepare to bombard!"

Frank looked at the increasingly clear New York and couldn't help but start praying in his heart—

The former world financial center, the most prosperous city in the world, was buried in ruins. People had even begun to learn how to move and survive quickly among the ruins, just like those Third World countries they had once bombed.

It's just that the people who bombed the Third World countries and the people who bombed New York might even be the same group of people.

"Now I'm gradually beginning to understand why the boss doesn't care about the so-called 'American' accusations."

T'Challa looked at the ruins below and asked, "Why?"

"The enemy isn't divided by nationality. At least in this war, nationality can't identify these brutal beasts. They attacked Vietnam, bombed Iraq, controlled the Middle East, and when there was nothing left to bomb outside, they didn't mind turning their butcher knife on 'their own people'."

"Indeed," T'Challa nodded in agreement. "Fortunately, Africans, Americans, and Europeans will no longer argue over those reasons—my friend, for tomorrow."

"For tomorrow."

Bang—

The electromagnetic turrets on the battleship opened fire before the stationed navy could react. The shells pierced the air, whistling straight at the American warships!

Beneath the dilapidated New York City, there was a glimmer of life:

Although the Roxxon Corporation had controlled most of the American states, not everyone would succumb to tyranny.

People cannot choose where they are born, so "nationality" cannot represent everything about a person. This is also why this country would split apart—

Roxxon ruled half the country with tyranny, but the other half refused this tyranny. They held up their flags, telling Roxxon that their thoughts were as free as the wind, supporting the flags flying high.

But although the wind is difficult to catch, the flags are being shattered by bullets.

"The situation is very bad. Supplies are running out, medicines are insufficient, and guns and bullets are running out. Roxxon's next regular search might find us, and then—"

Sheriff Stacy felt powerless. They had been living under the ruins for more than ten months.

In these ten months, New York City was first directly bombed by space carriers. The National Guard remained on high alert for a long time, and the enemy was not just standing there doing nothing.

After a long period of bombing and blockade, the Guard's artillery shells and missiles ran out, and they had to withdraw from the fortress—

Immediately afterwards, the enemy sent in the army to conduct joint operations. The street fighting lasted a long time, until today.

The members of the National Guard were almost non-existent. Many people chose to surrender, and the rest were incorporated into the resistance army. This may not be considered a formal unit, but they were all under the command of Sheriff Stacy. The sheriff had become the leader of the uprising army.

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In general, Roxxon seemed to have given up on occupying New York. They only had one goal: to completely destroy the legacy of the Atlas Corporation, whether it be people or things.

Mayor Anthony looked grave, worried, and silent.

From an unemployed worker to the Mayor of New York, and then to a leader of the resistance, he had experienced a lot, but it didn't mean that people with more experience would win. What supported him to get here was only that he felt he had to support the spirit of the people.

But could they really win?

Martin knew that Anthony's mentality was close to despair. In fact, at this moment, the soldiers and civilians in the ruins of New York were close to despair:

Roxxon's soldiers were professional and ruthless. How many people could withstand such enormous pressure and continue to resist while hungry and cold?

What's more, President Ellis, who was controlled by Roxxon, was still somewhat of a president!

However, according to the information Martin had received, the surrendered people might have become industrial raw materials in the literal sense.

These truths could make some people support for longer, and even make some people support forever, but unfortunately, it couldn't give the resistance army a decisive advantage.

Beep—

A red warning light lit up in the underground space. The crowded people in the shelter held their breath:

This meant that the ground warning equipment had detected someone approaching in the passage, and it wasn't an ally!

Sheriff Stacy grabbed the rifle at hand and said casually:

"The sheriff became the leader of the uprising army, and the unemployed worker became the mayor. This world... is truly fantastical."

Martin also smiled, but he silently added in his heart: The gang leader became the commander of the resistance.

The legal became illegal, and the illegal became a symbol of the spirit of resistance. This might be their end...

Hiss—

The radio made a strange noise.

[Survivors of New York City, there is no need to fear and be afraid anymore—]

[I am Leer—]

[I have returned.]