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"What? A plane?"

Edwards looked up suddenly at the burning office building, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind.

That huge hole...could it have been caused by a plane crash?

Just as he was shocked, a familiar roar of an airplane engine was heard in the sky again.

Everyone looked up at the same time. They saw a large civilian airliner flying at a very low altitude towards the city center. Its flight posture was extremely strange and shaky, as if it had lost control.

"Oh my God, another one!"

Max exclaimed, fear written all over his face.

Instead of flying towards Capitol Hill, the passenger plane headed straight for the Pentagon not far away - a symbol of the US military power.

Under the horrified gaze of countless people, the plane, trailing black smoke, crashed into the side of the Pentagon.

There was a deafening explosion, a huge fireball rose into the sky, and thick smoke billowed, as if the end of the world had come.

"The Pentagon has been attacked! I repeat, the Pentagon has been attacked!"

The fire department's radio channel erupted with the dispatcher's panicked cries.

Edwards felt dizzy and almost lost control of the joystick in his hand. He couldn't believe what he saw.

What's going on? A terrorist attack? Or... a war?

The mysterious broadcasting voice sounded again, this time with an almost crazy laugh.

"Citizens of the United States, do you see this? This is the price you pay for your government's arrogance and brutality!"

"Your Capitol Hill and your Pentagon are vulnerable to our wrath! Do you think you are the rulers of the world and can trample on the dignity and lives of other countries at will?"

"Today, we want to let you know how powerful the power will be once the oppressed awakens!"

Edwards felt a chill run down his spine.

He seemed to have heard of the "Red Light Plan" and "nuclear explosion" mentioned by this voice in some rumors before, but they had never been reported by the mainstream media.

Could it be... could it be that this is all true?

"We are not here to kill, we are here for justice!"

The voice on the radio continued, its tone full of tragedy and determination.

"Our loved ones have been killed, our homes have been reduced to ashes, and we have been deprived of everything!"

"The US government is trying to cover up its crimes with lies and suppress our voices with force! But they are wrong!"

"The truth can never be hidden!"

"Justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"

"Today, we are using this extreme method to expose the hypocrisy of the Eagle Sauce to the world! Let them know that there are still people in the world who are not afraid of power and dare to resist!"

"We may die, but our spirit will live on! Our actions will awaken more oppressed people to fight against the global hegemony of the Eagle Sauce!"

Edwards was deeply shocked.

He had always thought that he lived in a free, democratic and just country, but everything revealed by this voice made him begin to doubt everything he had once believed in.

At this moment, the roar of airplane engines was heard again in the sky.

This time, there are not just one, but two!

They flew from different directions, and their target was the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in downtown New York City!

"No! Stop them!" Edwards screamed into the radio, even though he knew it was impossible.

Under the watchful eyes of the entire world, broadcast live on countless television screens, the two passenger planes, like two sharp blades, crashed into the north and south towers of the World Trade Center one after another.

Huge explosions sounded one after another, flames and thick smoke spewed out of the tower, and the scene was horrific.

The entire Washington, D.C. fell into unprecedented panic and chaos.

Sirens, ambulances, and people screaming echoed one after another. Edwards' fire brigade received new orders: some people stayed on Capitol Hill, while others rushed to the Pentagon.

Edwards, assigned to the team heading to the Pentagon, drove a ladder truck, struggling to navigate the congested streets.

All I saw along the way were panicked crowds and chaotic traffic.

Many people abandoned their vehicles and fled, trying to stay away from government buildings that could be the next targets.

When they finally arrived at the Pentagon, the scene before them was even more horrific: a huge hole had been smashed into one side of the building, and thick smoke and flames were blazing.

Injured soldiers and civilian personnel were constantly carried out, many of them covered in blood and with painful expressions.

"Quick! We need more hoses and breathing apparatus!"

a Marine officer, his uniform stained with dust and blood, shouted to the arriving firefighters.

Edwards and his colleagues immediately jumped into the rescue effort, braving the thick smoke and intense heat as they rushed into the damaged building, searching for trapped people and extinguishing scattered flames.

The Pentagon's interior was a complex maze, with power outages in many areas and extremely low visibility. Firefighters could only rely on the searchlights on their helmets and shouting to find their way.

During the search and rescue process, Edwards saw many heartbreaking scenes.

He saw a young female secretary trapped under the collapsed wall, no longer breathing;

He saw a naval officer weeping bitterly while holding his fallen comrade;

He also saw an elderly cleaner huddled in a corner, trembling with fear.

Every rescue operation carries with it huge risks.

The building's structure was severely damaged and could collapse again at any time. Toxic gases from the fire filled the air, making it difficult for firefighters to breathe even with breathing apparatus.

But no one backed down. They knew that every extra second they held on could save a life.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the rescue work was extremely difficult.

Suddenly, Edwards' intercom heard the mysterious broadcast voice again, this time after the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York were hit:

"Hawk-sauce financial elites, those capitalists hiding behind the scenes on Wall Street manipulating the world! Have you seen it?"

"The symbol of wealth that you are so proud of is so vulnerable in the face of our wrath!"

"You use money and power to enslave the world, exploit weak countries, and create wars and chaos, just to satisfy your endless greed!"

"Today, we want to show you that an empire built on the suffering of others will eventually perish!"