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Chapter 809 God's Scourge is Coming

Off the coast of New York, 300 kilometers away. The aircraft carrier turned to face the wind.

One after another Super La-11 was lifted from the hangar to the deck by the elevator, and the tractor on the deck pulled the fighter plane to the take-off area. The pilot stepped on the brakes and pushed the engine power to the maximum. Two huge booster rockets had already

Hang under the wing.

When the pilot signaled that he was ready, the ground crew in yellow vests ensured that everything on the take-off deck was clear, then turned around, squatted down, and pointed his arms forward.

Let's go!

The booster rocket started, the brakes were released, and the orange-red flames pushed the several-ton Super La-11. The fully loaded fighter jet suddenly rushed forward, reaching a speed of two to three hundred kilometers per hour and more than one hundred meters in a second or two.

The takeoff deck quickly flew past.

The aircraft body roared out of the sea, and automatically fell off after the booster rocket burned out, but the fighter plane continued to climb, climb, climb!

Twelve aircraft formed an attack group, circling in formation and flying northwest at an altitude of 100 meters. A second wave and a third wave of attack aircraft took off in a ten-minute interval, roaring and flying towards the target with murderous intent.

The iron wings rise into the sky, the air trembles, and the war begins!

In the war room on the USS Kennedy ship island, the display screen of the phased array radar clearly showed the reality of the three attack aircraft groups that had just left.

The staff reported loudly to Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, at the current cruising speed of the attack fleet, the battle will begin in about forty minutes. David Lawrence will definitely be beaten as if he was punished by God by our attack."

The code name for this raid plan is ‘God’s Punishment’.

"Hahaha..." Zhou Qingfeng nodded and smiled: "Thank you for your dedicated efforts. I have no doubts about the result."

New York, Staten Island.

Five days ago, Richard, the chief shooting instructor of the 'Aurora Legion', led a task force into the island. He was driving an ordinary truck through the Gossels Bridge at the moment, across the Riwei River, on the other side of the bridge.

Bayway Refinery in New Jersey.

This is a large refinery with a daily processing capacity of 240,000 barrels of crude oil. It miraculously survived the disaster of nuclear bombs. The equipment was intact, the personnel losses were minimal, and work resumed very quickly.

The Beiwe Refinery can process 15 million tons of crude oil per year and has catalytic cracking equipment with an annual output of 6 million tons. In addition to various refined oil products, it can also produce ethylene, propylene and many other industrial raw materials. It is the Davie

.The most powerful capital in Lawrence’s hands.

As long as there is sufficient supply of crude oil, this refinery alone will be enough for David Lawrence to rule the roost in the last days. This is the richest asset he inherited from the corpse of the United States after the cataclysm, and is more important than any weapons and equipment.

Richard drove by the factory as usual today, but he could only take a few glances from a distance before being chased away by heavily guarded guards. However, after focusing on several air defense positions outside the factory, he turned the steering wheel and left.

Looking at his watch, he saw that there was still half an hour before the scheduled evacuation time. Richard reached out and knocked on the carriage, and shouted in a deep voice: "Send a telegram, the weather is clear over the red target, the visibility is good, and the defense is as usual. The task force's last call

The close-range investigation is over and everyone is ordered to evacuate."

The radio waves reached the "Kennedy" across hundreds of kilometers. After receiving the information, Zhou Qingfeng only thought for a few seconds and immediately ordered: "Organize a fourth wave of attack aircraft and repeatedly attack the red target to ensure its complete destruction."

When the "Kennedy" revealed its ferocious face in the sea and sky, David Lawrence had just finished his morning exercise, walked into his luxurious bathroom with a little sweat, and enjoyed the attentive service of two female assistants.

Unlike Zhou Qingfeng, who is frugal and casual, David Lawrence's life has completely moved into the noble style of the upper class, in order to show his identity and power. He likes to invite some allies to dine together and show it with the most luxurious enjoyment

His own power brings the friendship between the two parties closer.

The bathroom has a large one-way floor-to-ceiling window. Standing behind the window more than ten stories high, you can see most of Staten Island, and even Brooklyn and Manhattan across the bay.

Manhattan used to be the area with the most concentrated wealth in the United States, but now the high-rise buildings there have collapsed severely, and Wall Street has turned into a pile of ruins. After the catastrophe, a large number of black people from Brooklyn poured into it and wreaked havoc. Every time I see that destroyed area

In urban areas, David Lawrence would be stunned.

Hot water sprayed out from the shower head, and the two sexy girls were overlapping David Lawrence from the front and back, using their plump bodies to rub against the man. The man with cold eyes held his hands on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, just like that

Looking at the city area opposite.

Once..., he desperately traveled from Queens to Brooklyn alone, looking for his missing wife and daughter. He drove a Harley motorcycle through the streets, killing all the thugs he saw with red eyes, a gang member who was running rampant.

He was put to death by a gun, and no one was afraid of him.

But where was the Harley that carried him for all his fighting? It seemed that it was thrown into a certain warehouse to gather dust because of its potholes and rags. That thing was no longer worthy of his current status.

Once..., he joined Victor Hugo's team and occupied the streets of Manhattan to fight against gangs from Mexico. In order to obtain the capital to survive, he and several other partners fought endlessly every day, with bullets whistling and dying people.

Screaming is his most common accompaniment.

But where were the companions who fought with him? Those guys actually left across the sea one by one. No one wanted to stay with him, not even Catalina.

Once..., he joined the Brotherhood of Steel in order to rescue his wife and fight against Fernando, who led a team from South America. He was once discouraged and found that his opponent was too strong, and he had nothing to do except watch his wife being forcibly married.

Except..., use nuclear bombs!

Crazy Victor, only that Chinese boy could come up with this idea.

"I hate that kid. He has been coveting my Rachel from the beginning. I actually always thought that he came to our home because he liked Angie, but he secretly took private photos of Rachel. And I still have it.

I can't help but forgive him." David Lawrence said in a low voice.

If the private photos at Zhou Qingfeng's home were Anji's, David Lawrence wouldn't be so resentful. It would be acceptable for young men and women to do anything. But 'GOD' left a big hole for Zhou Qingfeng.

The photo is of Rachel.

The two female assistants who were grinding away looked at each other, pretended that they couldn't hear anything and continued working. They knew this habit of David Lawrence, and they would curse inexplicably under their breaths every day.

At first, the female assistants didn’t know who they were scolding. But they soon understood that their boss was scolding the same person. Although David Lawrence never said the name Victor Hugo, in the female assistant’s mind

This mysterious man must be extremely powerful.

With David Lawrence's vengeful character, if he could kill the other party, he would have killed him long ago, and he wouldn't have been scolding him for almost a year.

"I must make that kid bow his head this time and let him know that fighting against me is a huge mistake. I won't let him die. Yes, I can't let him die easily. He should be my subordinate obediently.

, you will be under my shadow all your life." David Lawrence cursed bitterly.

But at this moment, more than a dozen black dots flew from the sky... God's punishment was coming.


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