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Chris stood on the deck of the aircraft carrier, a conventional-powered aircraft carrier, a warship among the US off-coast guard fleet, and had just arrived from the Gulf of Mexico.

Having just received a military strike plan from the Department of Defense, Chris knew that the superiors had decided to give up New York and must leave these people at all costs. If these people escape, the United States will face the threat of exceeding nuclear deterrence. New York has been smashed and smashed by angry citizens and almost turned into ruins. At this time, the ugliness of human beings are still being staged.

"General, the missile launch is ready."

The captain of the aircraft carrier came to report to Chris.

More than a dozen Tomahawk missiles are ready and can actually be launched at any time, but they are launched at their own local areas. So everyone needs to confirm repeatedly, hoping to be stopped when they are about to launch, and no one wants to attack their own territory.

Although the bombing of the Manhattan area has been over and it is impossible for them to be removed for the crime of attacking the United States, no one hopes that their sins will increase.

Chris let out a long sigh, knowing that time doesn't wait for anyone. If he doesn't make a decision, those people may leave their sight in an instant and flee into the heart of the United States. No one will be able to catch them, and it will be even more impossible to destroy them.

"Start it."

Chris said in a deep voice: "Execute my order and launch it."

At this time, Chris also bravely stood up and issued the order. The captain breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Chris had to bear most of the responsibility himself. They just executed the order and did not need to bear the charge afterwards. They were loyal soldiers who executed the orders.

In fact, Chris had long been prepared to take responsibility because these people were flowing out of his hands. Although no one knew that the prisoners who seemed old would die at any time would be such a dangerous group of people, what he did was what he did, and the responsibility had to be taken.

Whoosh swish swish swish…………………

Huge missiles rose up. This was the second time to launch the Tomahawk missile in New York. Fortunately, it was not for the city, but for the suburbs hundreds of kilometers away. At the same time, dozens of bombers and fighters had already flew over.

Watching the dozen or so missiles fly over New York.

All the soldiers and citizens in New York City were stunned. What this means, everyone knew very well, and it means that the peace in the United States would be gone forever. No matter how the United States would appease the people afterwards or deal with war criminals, the peace lost would no longer be possessed.

The only idea of ​​tens of millions of New York City citizens at this time is to leave the United States and leave this sinful country.

But!

Everyone's eyes widened.

When more than a dozen missiles flew over the center of New York, three beams of light weighing more than ten meters from the sky, instantly hitting the Tomahawk missile flying over the center of New York.

Chris was filled with horror and shouted with many soldiers and officers: "no!"

No one responded to them.

The violent explosion covered the sun in the sky, and the blazing light covered half of New York City. Three light beams hit three missiles, and the three missiles detonated a flying missile in the explosion. In an instant, ten missiles exploded together. At the same time, the three light beams directly hit the buildings in the city center without stopping. In addition, the flames of ten missiles exploded in the sky covered most of New York City.

There are still six missiles flying along the set target to kill the damn Orientals.

Chris stared at the beam of light falling from the sky in a daze.

The three beams of light were not interrupted, just like three pillars standing in the center of New York City, and then moved quickly, moving in three directions. Wherever they passed, everything turned into ashes, and buildings were cut directly into two halves. The swept crowd on the ground turned into steam and disappeared, and deep gullies appeared on the ground.

"This is a declaration of war on the United States."

Chris murmured, "What should we do... Americans are prone to confusion because they cannot withstand the blow. During World War I and World War II, the United States was very timid and did not dare to participate in the war easily. Every time, they were the last moment to pick up the victory of the war. They had always pursued overseas isolation policies and did not participate in international affairs. At most, they would send people to Asia to burn, kill, and rape them. They would never dare to participate in European affairs.

Wang Hengxiao is not as confused as an American, and his goals have always been very clear.

At this time, the few people were moving forward at almost speeding to break through the limits of the human body. Wang Hengxiao said to them that he would run with all his might. Just follow him and don’t fall behind, don’t stop.

Behind him, there were waves of earth shaking, and a shocking explosion occurred in the center of New York. Three pillars of light that penetrated the world could see clearly. Wang Hengxiao ran with a smile and thought that the support needed was coming. The Americans had no bottom line, so he didn't need to take it into consideration. If he could, he hoped to personally take charge of the direct and direct the light strike on Washington.

However, bursts of explosions were still following behind them. Fighters, bombers and helicopters in the sky were flying overwhelmingly, missile secrets were covered with bombardment, and there were shells that kept falling from afar, constantly exploding on the ground, causing waves of shock.

Everyone could feel the vibration of the earth, but those huge missiles were the most threatening.

Wang Hengxiao's goal is Pennsylvania, near New York State and entering Pennsylvania. If the Americans dare to continue to cover the bombing and massacre, the United States will collapse itself, so it will be temporarily safe at that time. After a while, you can take a rest and avoid the limelight, you can slowly plan to leave.

It is impossible to leave at once for the time being, so I can only try my best to leave New York, the source of right and wrong.

Boom boom boom boom boom.........

Under the accurate bombing, Wang Hengxiao rushed out directly, exerted force under his feet, and flew out like an arrow from the string. A battle axe missile fell less than ten meters behind him.

It has to be said that in the field of long-range precision strikes, the United States is definitely in the world's leading position.

The others also jumped out quickly, but were all injured, either slightly or severely.

The bombing covering xing followed.

Wang Hengxiao hid among the stones and did not dare to look up. A few shells fell beside him. A stone was blown into pieces, and blood was oozed out of his eardrums. Then he was shocked and bleeding from the seven orifices, and no sound could be heard.

Several Tomahawk missiles also fell down.

A Chinese master who stepped into the mythology master with one and a half feet was unfortunately hit by a missile, and disappeared in an explosion, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Yang Dingtian and others were all feeling unbearable. They had been in trouble for a hundred years, but they all knew that there was nothing they could do about this matter. They could only hide in the shelter and dare not look up, otherwise they would be hit by destruction in the next moment.

I wonder if Wang Hengxiao and the others were still in the bombing range. After dropping dozens of small missiles in this area, they searched forward.

Wang Hengxiao and others were buried in the dust and gravels all over the sky, and they all lay inside without moving. After a little regaining their hearing, they carefully sensed the surrounding situation and sensed that there were planes flying by in the sky from time to time. After confirming that the plane was gone, Wang Hengxiao first came out, with bullet craters around him, and couldn't help but sigh that he was very lucky. If a Tomahawk missile landed on him, Wang Hengxiao thought he was invincible in the world and did not believe that he could survive.

After all, it is a mortal fetus and it is impossible to fight against such modern super weapons.

"Follow me!"

Wang Hengxiao hurriedly shouted in a clearing space, and suddenly several figures turned over from it, but only six people were left.

Yang Dingtian, Guo Fei, Li Shucheng, Hong Tian, ​​Wang Hengxiao, and North Korean super warrior Kim Dae-sung, the others just died in the bombing.

At the beginning of the twenty people, six were left.

The faces of several people were all scared. Under the bombing that covered the xing, it made people feel as if the world had collapsed. Super warriors were also humans, and they also had the fear of ordinary people.

"Walk!"

No one wanted to speak, Wang Hengxiao shouted softly and ran towards the side of the movement. The others hurriedly followed. Everyone was in a mess, covered in dust and garbage, but no one paid attention to it, so they ran out like this.

The plane was already far away from this area, and the ground troops were hundreds of meters away from the back. The plane had just hovered around for more than an hour and left after confirming that there was no one. Then the ground armored troops and special forces advanced to conduct a carpet-style search. Wang Hengxiao and others had just left for less than five minutes, and they carefully chased after them.

Hardy sat in the jeep with a serious face. Such a thing happened. From the Pentagon of the Ministry of Defense and every soldier, he was full of serious grief. No one was in a good mood. Suddenly, he received a notice from the soldiers below and found traces of people's activities ahead.

The car rushed over, and hundreds of soldiers protected the scene in a circle, inside which were six large pits divided into several directions, as well as footprints.

The two footprints were at least twenty meters apart, and then they became farther and farther away.

Hardy's face was full of seriousness and uglyness, and murmured in a low voice: "It's them, God, they are not dead yet." He raised his head, and Hardy looked in the direction where the footprints disappeared, and what he saw was a wilderness.

Pennsylvania!

“Report to General Chris and the Ministry of Defense.”

Hardy said in a deep voice.q!.
Chapter completed!