It is Kokang and Changchun

　"I know... I know! The Seventh Fleet and the blood debt on Yakushima were all committed by these people! It's all these bastards who did it! They are the same group of people!"

　If the bodyguard hadn't stopped the overly excited Kamala and calmed her down a little, Kamala would probably have been so angry that she would have thrown documents and smashed things.

　Everyone in the White House and the Pentagon was as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They took away any important and confidential documents they could, and those they couldn't take away were simply doused with gasoline and set on fire.

　Under the cover of the US military, these senior government and military officials hurriedly evacuated the Pentagon and the White House. None of them would have thought that one day they would be in such a predicament.

　Deep Sea has made sufficient preparations for attacking the United States this time. They have put a lot of effort into missile technology and the countermeasures and utilization of human information technology in order to achieve the effect of today's surprise attack.

　In the Gulf War of 1991 and the Iraq War of 2003, the United States used high-tech weapons and information advantages to carry out dimensionality reduction strikes against Iraq.

　In particular, the initial use of various precision-guided weapons such as Tomahawks to bombard Iraq's military facilities, infrastructure and armed forces is still regarded as a good story in human warfare history.

　Today, the Deep Sea "returned the tables." After paralyzing most of the land-based air defense network from Washington to New York, they began to use surface ships to launch VX missiles at all military facilities in the area.

　Of course, although

　Although the Norfolk Naval Base is relatively far from Washington, due to its strategic significance, deep-sea missiles give it special attention.

　Thanks to the limited energy and strength of the Deep Sea, the defense network of the Norfolk Naval Base was not paralyzed. In addition, the naval base also had the support of ship air defense, so the Deep Sea missile group attack did not cause much damage to the Norfolk Naval Base.

　If the PAVE PAWS long-range early warning radar had not been paralyzed, the number of missiles that could hit the Norfolk Naval Base from the deep sea would be very small, or perhaps even none at all.

　The missile strike on Norfolk did not cause much damage, but the damage was just right - the dozen or so missiles that were not intercepted happened to hit the aircraft carriers that were being repaired and built in the port dock.

　The missile's explosion was not very powerful, but it was highly flammable, igniting all combustible materials within the explosion range.

　Suddenly, thick smoke and flames billowed out from the aircraft carriers undergoing maintenance in several aircraft carrier docks, causing the port damage control team to panic.

　The situation in New York was even more grim than in Washington. The main reason for this, besides the relative distance of the garrison from New York, was the presence of traitors within the New York police force and the National Guard.

　Chapter 246 “We Are Wolverines” (3)

　As a swarm of biplanes approached the sky over New York City, the entire city suddenly sounded a shrill air raid sirens.

　In addition to air raid sirens, there were also bursts of sirens blaring in the sky over New York. People who didn't know might have thought that some "five-star good citizen" was being chased by the police.

　This scene has the tension of an American blockbuster.

　Due to distance, the first to engage in fire with the Deep Sea were not the National Guard, the Marines, or the Army, but the police officers on duty in various parts of New York City.

　Despite the enemy's ferocity, many of them bravely faced the powerful firepower of the deep sea alongside the armed masses. Some, knowing the enemy was formidable, shielded the unarmed masses from the city, while others actively stopped the robbers who took advantage of the chaos to buy small items.

　But they never expected that no matter how careful they were, they could not guard against traitors within their own ranks - they would die at the hands of their colleagues who suddenly betrayed them.

　The American police are different from the Chinese police. The Chinese police are part of the government system, while the American police are employed by the government and are paid to do their jobs.

　Therefore, the American police force is very corporate, unlike the Chinese police force, which is more government-oriented. Therefore, the quality of American police officers varies greatly, with a large variance between the lower and upper limits.

　This loose system provides Shenhai with a good soil for infiltration. For example, American police hate nonsensical political correctness and the FBI; Shenhai takes appropriate measures and writes checks to some potential targets for recruitment.

　Therefore, some police officers in New York City who have poor personal qualities and other strange ideas have lost themselves in the sugar-coated bullets and coercion and inducement of the deep sea, and thus degenerate into the arms of the deep sea.

　Shen Hai's characteristic is that he always keeps his word and never writes empty promises. In return for Shen Hai's cooperation, Shen Hai quietly transformed these police officers, giving them infinite health and strength far beyond that of normal humans.

　So, what happened today happened. The rebellious police officers suddenly turned their guns on their former colleagues...

　As for the New York National Guard, the situation is better than that of the New York Police. At least there has been no systematic rebellion; but there are still individual rebellious officers and soldiers who maintain underground contact with the deep sea.

　All of the above led to the situation in New York being even worse than in Washington.

　After the internal conflict among the police, some criminal gangs in society were delighted. They took advantage of the chaos to intensify their activities. Almost 90% of the stores in New York City were patronized by armed zero-dollar shoppers.

　Compared with the new round of large-scale zero-dollar shopping incidents in New York, Germany's Kristallnacht that year was simply the younger of the younger brothers.

　The shop owner and the robbers shot at each other, and the robbers robbed each other; the incessant gunshots and the people who were shot and fell in a pool of blood fully reflected the tough character of the American people.

　When the deep-sea paratroopers began to airdrop into New York, on the roof of the Empire State Building, a man in a suit and tie, wearing a Rolex watch and holding a glass of expensive red wine, was happily watching the flying parachutes and Ilya Muromets' four heavy bombardments.

　Then he lowered his head again, looking down at the chaotic street with a look of contempt.

　He reflected on his outlook on life, "Money always seeks out places where it can increase its value the most, while people always seek out places where they can last longer. I'm good at finding the former for money, but I can't do anything about the latter. But now, I've encountered a new opportunity, an opportunity that can help me last longer..."

　After spitting in disgust at the people downstairs, he looked up again at the sunset glow with the parachute-shaped aircraft blooming, gently raised his glass, and said boldly: "Eliminate the flesh and blood, the weak, and the world belongs to the deep sea!"

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　Suburbs of Washington, D.C.

　The team led by Sergeant Foley followed orders from above and advanced towards the city while maintaining concealment.

　"There are basically no civilians along the way, and the houses and streets are relatively clean. Apart from the armored vehicle just now, there is nothing unusual along the way." Kyle observed the situation around him, feeling uneasy.

　Ramirez seemed more relaxed and said, "This area is not a target for the deep sea, and the civilians are running away quickly, so I don't want to eat

　The opposite side is shot."

　"Stop moving forward! The wreckage of our crashed helicopter has been found ahead." Sergeant Foley gestured, signaling the entire squad to stop moving forward.

　There was an open area in front of me. It was surrounded by motor vehicle roads, with a parking lot on the inner ring and a Burger King restaurant in the center.

　There is a crashed Stallion helicopter in the parking lot next to the Burger King restaurant.

　The gravitational potential energy of the helicopter crash created a shallow but large pit in the solid hardened ground, and the cement slabs around the pit were cracked and lifted up.

　Sergeant Foley used the ACOG scope on his rifle as a telescope to observe his surroundings. He scanned twice but found no enemy.

　"Ramirez, go see if there are any survivors on the plane. If there are, give us a signal," Sergeant Ford ordered.

　Ramirez didn't dare to neglect it and immediately replied, "Yes!"

　After he confirmed it was safe, he quietly walked out of the shelter and ran quickly across the empty parking lot.

　He came to the crashed helicopter, where there were some burning oil puddles and debris, emitting an unpleasant smell.

　Ramirez looked into the cockpit and saw both pilots were still there. He took off his gloves and felt the carotid arteries of both pilots, but there was no pulse.

　As for the middle cabin, it has been on fire since the squad leader discovered the plane. Now we can only pray that the plane is empty. If there were people on board, they would have been burnt to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

　At this moment, someone in the Burger King next door called out, "Hey, bro, which department are you from? Come over here!"

　Ramirez looked over and saw a friendly soldier in the Burger King waving at him.

　He introduced himself as Private First Class James Ramirez, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, Company H, 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment.

　"H Company, 3rd Platoon, 2nd Squad, 1st Battalion, 75th Ranger Regiment! Private First Class Donald Hurst!"

　"So you're from the next row. You scared me... Wait a minute, there are other people in our class. I'll call them over!" Seeing friendly troops on the battlefield always makes people feel at ease, and Ramirez was very happy.

　Ramirez gestured to the squad in the distance, telling the squad leader that there were no survivors on the helicopter and there were friendly troops in Burger King.

　Sergeant Foley noticed Ramirez's gesture and called out to the entire squad, "Let's go and provide support!"

　When Sergeant Foley's team arrived at Burger King, the two teams had a brief exchange and got to know each other.

　The reason why the 2nd squad of the 3rd platoon was in the Burger King was that they saw a helicopter crash nearby and wanted to rescue people. However, they did not save anyone, but they did pick up a supply box thrown out by the helicopter when it crashed.

　After the two teams divided and collected the ammunition in the supply boxes, they prepared to go to the city center to support the main force according to the predetermined plan.

　But when they were about to set off, a deep-sea air defense armored vehicle drove out from an intersection.

　"Damn! This damn car hasn't left yet?!"

　Sergeant Foley's team quickly recognized the armored vehicle as the one that had recently crushed them and whose engine had survived two rounds of armor-piercing rockets.

　Everyone hurriedly hid, hiding in places they thought were blind spots from the enemy's sight.

　"Don't panic, don't panic! They haven't discovered us!" Sergeant Foley secretly peeked out and saw that the anti-aircraft gun muzzle of the armored vehicle was not facing this direction.

　Sergeant Foley observed carefully and noticed something was amiss. "Why does this enemy vehicle look even more damaged than before? Did this enemy armored vehicle just engage in a firefight with another group of our men?"

　At this time, the driver's door of the armored vehicle opened, and two deep-sea pioneers wearing the uniforms of British vehicle drivers in World War I came out.

　"WTF?! A beautiful woman with white hair...?" Sergeant Foley thought a lot, but he never expected that the driver who got off would look like this.

　Under normal circumstances, when Sergeant Welfare saw a girl of this level, he would definitely take the initiative to approach her and ask for her contact information, and even spend money to treat her to a drink at the bar.

　It’s a pity that they are standing on the opposite side of themselves.

　Then, the two deep-sea pioneers took out a car repair wrench and started tinkering with the car body.

　He was stunned, muttering to himself, "If they're repairing the car, they should fix the broken part, but they're tinkering with the wrench on the intact part..."

　In order to see more details, Sergeant Foley raised his gun and continued to observe the armored vehicle through the ACOG scope.

　A magical scene happened. Within a minute, the places where the two deep-sea engineers fiddled with the wrenches were intact, but the damaged parts of the entire car were recovering bit by bit.

　"Shit, is repairing a car like playing a game? As long as the repair tools touch the vehicle model, it can be restored to full health without deliberately hitting the damaged parts? Emmm..." Sergeant Foley was terrified when he thought about it.

　He immediately decided to take the armored vehicle down while it was still vulnerable. Coincidentally, the supply box contained armor-piercing rounds for the AT-4 and M3 MAAWS rocket launchers.

　Sergeant Foley asked the squad leader of the second squad in the adjacent platoon, "Does your squad still have anti-tank ammunition? If so, please cooperate and let's take out those white-haired bitches' vehicle together!"

　"Yes!" Two soldiers from the 2nd squad of the next platoon, carrying AT-4 rocket launchers, raised their hands.

　The squad leader of the second squad in the adjacent platoon glared at Sergeant Foley and agreed, "Alright, I'll give you command of these two first. Return them to me when you're done!"

　After securing consent, Sergeant Foley's squad

　The team had two extra combat forces. He commanded the four anti-tank soldiers and said, "The four of you listen to my command. Aim your heavy cannons at the front of the vehicle. The remaining three light cannons will be used to attack the vehicle's anti-aircraft gun and the two enemy female soldiers repairing the vehicle. Do you understand?!"

　"Yes, sir!" x4

　The four bazooka operators left their squad and crouched down in a suitable firing position. When they were ready, Sergeant Foley gave the signal to fire, and they all opened fire.

　The heavy barrel accurately hit the front part of the vehicle, and a light barrel paralyzed the Deep Sea's vehicle-mounted anti-aircraft gun.

　A light cannon struck one of the Deep Sea Vanguard's pilots squarely in the chest. The high-temperature metal jet, penetrating hundreds of millimeters, pierced the Vanguard's core, causing severe damage. The Deep Sea Vanguard fell unconscious on the spot.

　The last light tube missed the target, and the armor-piercing shell missed the target. Instead, it passed by the face of the Deep Sea Vanguard driver and hit the armored vehicle.

　"13700! No!"

　The surviving deep-sea scout turned his head to look in the direction from which the rocket came, immediately locked onto the American soldiers in the Burger King, and entered combat mode.

　She took out the Peeper M1893 revolver carbine (deep sea) and anti-tank cluster grenades and rushed towards the American soldiers in Burger King to avenge her sister who was killed in the ambush.

　Chapter 247 “We Are Wolverines” (4)

　"She's coming!"

　When the two teams saw the deep-sea driver rushing towards them, all the soldiers set up their guns and fired at the deep-sea driver.

　The machine gunner of Sergeant Foley's squad fired a burst of bullets into the deep sea with his M249, but found that it was useless.

　If the machine gunner had not seen the sparks from the ricochets of the bullets through the scope, he would have doubted whether he had missed the target at all.

　"Fuck! It's useless to shoot her body with a machine gun!" the machine gunner shouted anxiously.

　"Shoot the legs, quick!" Sergeant Foley snapped in response. "Didn't the higher-ups just say we need to use explosives or other heavy weapons to kill them? Have you forgotten?!"

　After the two squads of soldiers reacted, they aimed their sights at the deep-sea pilot's running legs and pulled the trigger.

　At this time, three light bullets the same size as bullet heads hit the helmets of three unlucky soldiers from the second squad of the next platoon. The light bullets penetrated the helmets and heads, and the soldiers fell to the ground.

　Ramirez was shocked when he saw this. "What the hell? Running and hitting have this kind of hit rate?!"

　He saw clearly that if the opponent did not have something like a personal stabilizer or micro-auto aiming in the game, it would be impossible for him to get a headshot with just a few bullets while sprinting.

　After the deep-sea driver was hit in the leg by several American bullets, he noticed the change in the American shooting line and immediately dodged to the nearest car.

　She squatted behind the front of a Ford car, looking at her legs that were hit, and could feel several foreign objects (bullets) stuck inside.

　"Damn you humans! If it were the commando's sisters who came, you would have been dead long ago..."

　The pilot, Deep Sea Commando, pressed a release button, and Peeper's magazine reel sprang out from the right. Then she pressed the ejector rod, which ran through the center of the reel, and the yellow shells in the reel fell to the ground, quickly dissipating into blue dots of light.

　Then she took out a speed loader filled with 9 bullets, inserted them into the nine holes of the revolver, pulled them out, and then slapped the revolver back into place.

　The Deep Sea Vanguard driver had just finished reloading her ammunition when a loud "boom" rang in her ears - the fuel tank of the car where she was hiding was hit by a grenade, causing an explosion.

　Kyle looked at the car burning fiercely after the explosion and pushed the barrel of the M203A1 under his gun forward. A wisp of green smoke came out of it, and the 40mm grenade shell fell on the floor of the restaurant.

　"That's it! Kyle, keep firing grenades! Kill that bitch!" Sergeant Foley shouted excitedly.

　In this way, Kyle fired three grenades at the Chevrolet in succession.

　After Kyle ceased fire, everyone waited to see what would happen. Ramirez speculated, "No more movement? Perhaps he's dead?"

　"It's hard to say, we have to make sure the other side is completely wiped out!" said a soldier from the second squad of the adjacent platoon. "Everyone, we have grenades, everyone, throw one over there and give her a taste of the grenade rain!"

　"No, this is indoors! There is a ceiling and the wall above blocking it. A grenade thrown from the window can't go far. The other side is dozens of meters away from us!" The squad leader of the second squad of the next platoon immediately rejected it.

　Sergeant Foley said, "In that case, Kyle, keep firing grenades at the target and blast her to pieces!"