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　"But these houses are symbols of the American national power..." The senior deep-sea pioneer was a little confused.

　AC didn't answer directly, but asked, "36, what kind of government do you think the U.S. government is?"

　"Despicable, shameless, and obscene." Deep Sea No. 36 launched a three-hit combo without thinking.

　AC then asked, “What about the officials and councillors sitting in these houses?”

　No. 36 once again commented sharply: "Dirty, insidious, and cunning."

　AC: "So where are these officials and council members now?"

　36: "I ran to the rear a long time ago. Where else can I go?"

　"Since these filthy humans have already fled the beautiful white house, is there any need for us to burn it down?" AC expressed his opinion.

　Then she continued, "The house is beautiful and white, and the humans in this white house are dirty. It is precisely because these humans sit in this white house that it is a symbol of the power of a dirty country.

　When these filthy bugs are driven away from this white house and this building, it will no longer be a symbol of power in a filthy country."

　36 After hearing this, he suddenly felt it made sense: "You mean, the White House and the Capitol become symbols of whoever owns them, and they are not fixed."

　AC was pleased with 36's understanding and smiled, "That's right, so the White House is ours now. Those bedbugs who once sat here are now working in a building that's like a work of art. It's a waste of a natural resource."

　After the brief parade, the deep-sea pioneers took many precious photos inside and around the White House and the Capitol.

　Some deep-sea pioneers even took a stroll around Pelosi's office, sat down on a high-end leather office chair, put their legs on the desk, and took a photo of themselves.

　"Sister, do you think my pose is similar to Pelosi's?" In the lobby of the Capitol, another deep-sea commando held Pelosi's podium and posed to the deep-sea soldier who was taking pictures not far away.

　Some deep sea soldiers even organized their men to dance on the roof of the Capitol building playing "California Girls" as background music, and then filmed it into a video named "Washington Battle - Deep Sea Camp Settlement Animation.mp4"

　……

　After a while, AC left the Capitol and came to the White House. Compared with the war-torn Capitol, the White House was relatively well preserved.

　AC came to the Oval Office on the west side of the White House and looked at this office with a little curiosity, which many people had seen but never been to.

　She paced around, looking around at the furnishings in the room.

　"It's worthy of being the most famous national leader's office in the world. It's really luxurious and has a lot of connotation." AC came to the large mahogany desk, touched the patterns on the vertical surface of the desk, and felt the fine craftsmanship.

　AC also tried the office chair behind the desk out of curiosity. The moment she sat down, she felt extremely comfortable. The design of this chair is very ergonomic.

　AC, excited and delighted, announced in his mental network, "As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle. From today on, the Oval Office is mine!"

　Chapter 253: Wallet in Danger

　Like Washington, the battle in New York has also recently come to an end.

　Not only did Deep Sea easily defeat the local police, it also repelled the local National Guard and successfully and effectively prevented the counterattack of the US Army in the nearby area.

　Famous landmarks such as Broadway, Times Square, and Wall Street have long lost their prosperity under the shadow of war.

　Fire and smoke were everywhere on the streets, and civilian vehicles, military vehicles, building debris, and the bodies of soldiers, police, and civilians were scattered on the ground.

　The civilians on the streets were fleeing in all directions due to the war. Those who could not escape hid at home or in places they thought were safe, trembling and praying for their own fate.

　A deep-sea team walked on the devastated street in front of the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street. They were cleaning up the battlefield, searching for any remaining enemy units.

　According to the orders of the superiors, if anyone is found alive, they should be captured instead of shot, unless the other party makes aggressive behavior that poses a serious threat to them.

　On the street, a National Guard soldier who had just woken up from a coma due to injury saw Shen Hai walking towards him. He was panting and struggled to grab the M9A1 pistol that fell on the ground beside him.

　Before he could raise his gun, a burst of gunfire rang out, and a volley of tiny light bullets hit the arm holding the gun. The severe pain caused by the burning made him scream.

　A deep-sea team slowly walked up to him.

　"The target threat has been eliminated and they are ready to be taken away." A slightly mechanical voice came from above him.

　Then a vanguard, or a deep-sea medical soldier, wearing a red cross armband on a white background, took out a dark brown medicine bottle with a metal-glass syringe that looked quite historical stuck on the stopper.

　Seeing this, the soldier cursed angrily, "If you're a soldier, you should just get through it quickly! Don't torture me with long-lasting pain by giving me drugs! I'm going to sue you for violating the Geneva Convention!"

　"Are all of you American soldiers so paranoid?" The deep-sea medical soldier said lightly. She held the medicine bottle in one hand and the syringe with the other. She inserted her thumb into the backward movement of the ring on the top of the syringe piston and drew up a small amount of medicine.

　Then, with strength beyond human power, the medic held down the struggling soldier and gave him an injection in the injured arm.

　The soldier suddenly felt his senses go numb, his arm didn't hurt as much, and he also inexplicably calmed down from his excitement just now.

　"Sir, this is just a sedative and analgesic," the medic said after retrieving the syringe. "Is this still a violation of the Geneva Convention?"

　Without waiting for the soldier's response, the medic asked a combat puppet behind her to carry the soldier away and send him to a temporary prisoner-of-war camp to be fed, watered, and settled.

　After seeing off the soldier, the deep-sea team continued to patrol and inspect the battlefield.

　Inside the New York Stock Exchange, some deep-sea traders were surveying the countless undisplayed electronic screens in the hall. In the past, these screens, ever-changing and dazzling, were the dream of countless speculators, hoping that they would make them rich overnight.

　But now, all that's left are countless black screens.

　A deep-sea support soldier was counting the items in the exchange and complained to the sister next to him, "...I have an intelligence-type sister who is now using mimicry to get involved in the New York City government circle.

　Two months ago, she lost tens of thousands of dollars because she misjudged the stock market. That same day, she complained to me on the mental network, saying she was so angry she wanted to destroy the New York Stock Exchange.

　"Oh, so aren't you standing up for your sister today? I was wondering why you, a support soldier, charged so fiercely during the attack on the stock exchange." An assault soldier nearby joked.

　The support soldier said, "No matter how fiercely I charge, I can't compare to you guys with shields. Look, there aren't many bullet holes on my limbs. And look at me? Haha..."

　After the support soldier finished the inventory, he lifted his legs to show the assault soldier, then drew the bayonet at his waist and continued to pick out the rifle and machine gun bullets stuck in his limbs.

　……

　On the other side of Wall Street is the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, which was once the most important and influential reserve bank in the U.S. Federal Reserve System and occupies a pivotal position in the U.S. financial field.

　Why do we say it was once? Because now the deep sea has completely taken over this bank, and now this bank has no connection with the US federal government.

　More than 20 meters underground in the building lies the world's largest gold treasury, storing currency and gold worth more than US$4000 billion. It is an absolute vault.

　The underground vault is about half the size of a football field and is surrounded by the solid rock of Manhattan Island. It is divided into 122 vaults, the largest of which can store approximately 10.7 gold ingots.

　A group of deep-sea pioneers came to the door of the vault. They were struggling to figure out how to open this security door that even the main guns of a battleship might not be able to blow open.

　So a certain intelligence-type deep sea agent was ordered by his superior to come to the bank and open the vault door.

　After she entered the basement of the bank, she saw a pile of various explosives in front of the vault door, including dynamite, magnetic mines, anti-tank mines, anti-tank cluster grenades, etc. She couldn't help but hold her forehead.

　She quickly stopped the assault soldier who was about to hit the detonator and said, "Quickly take away all the explosives. Not everything can be opened by brute force."

　"Are you the one sent by the higher-ups to open this door?" The commando turned his head to look at the intelligence-type sisters not far away in the deep sea and asked.

　"Of course, it will be replaced if it's fake."

　The commando looked at her again, his pupils glowing red, then turned and shouted to the other deep-sea pioneers, "Sisters, put away the explosives, the person who opened the door is here!"

　As soon as the words fell, everyone went to the front of the explosives in an orderly manner and put their

　The explosives were collected.

　The special intelligence-type Deep Sea looked at the vault door in front of him and said, "The vault doors of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York are supervised by a three-person team. These three people are from the accounting, management, and security departments. Each vault has three locks, and these three people must open them separately."

　"Do you have the authority to do all three?" the commando asked.

　"Why else? Why do you think I'm standing here?" The Special Intelligence Deep Sea glanced at the Commando and smiled confidently. "In a head-on fight, we can't match you. But if you play dirty, don't underestimate us Intelligence Types~"

　Then, the special intelligence deep sea came to the control console of the gate and used his authority to pass the verification of the vault security system. With the sound of mechanical operation, the gate slowly opened to the deep sea.

　Inside the vast warehouse, every neatly arranged, specially designed shelf was filled with layers of gold ingots. This golden ocean was enough to drive any ordinary person crazy.

　Well... maybe it also includes some money-loving ship girls?

　Cleveland at Pearl Harbor and Akashi in Japan sneezed simultaneously and without warning.

　Although it's hard for Akashi to say, Cleveland loves money but gets it in a proper way. When faced with a vault full of gold, he can only think about it at most.

　……

　The sheer volume of gold reserves made the deep sea gasp in shock. The financial center of the United States, and indeed the world, lay before the deep sea in this vivid image.

　"Alright, sisters, it's time to get down to business." Seeing the door open, the Deep Sea Commando prepared to gather everyone into the vault. "Take all this gold away, leaving nothing behind!"

　"Yes!"xN

　At a command, all the deep-sea vanguards and combat puppets present rushed into the vault like a tide, packing up all the gold bars in batches and taking them away as quickly as possible.

　These gold bars that are packaged and taken away will be taken to the West Point Mint in this city and re-melted. The Federal Reserve logo will be removed from the gold ingots and replaced with the logo of the newly established financial management agency in the deep sea.

　As for paper currency, since the deep sea implements a material rationing system, currency is of no use in the deep sea; moreover, the political foothold in the occupied area has not yet been fully established, so the deep sea is not in a hurry to issue new paper currency and start the exchange of old currency.

　Compared with domestic affairs, what Shenhai is facing now is how to resist the main force of the US military, including the 1st Marine Division and other medium and heavy armed combined forces that are about to return from domestic and overseas support.

　Deep Sea launched a large-scale, covert raid involving hundreds of thousands of people, and basically took over the urban areas of Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Newark, and New York in just one night.

　The progress of Baltimore was relatively slow because the deep-sea attack here encountered the only medium-sized armed combined brigade of the US military on the northeast coast. However, this medium-sized armed force still failed to save Baltimore from falling.

　To the southeast of the Washington-Newark line, there are two large peninsulas. On these two peninsulas, there is a total of one air force base, two military ports, and a light motorized brigade.

　When the deep-sea offensive just began, the two military ports and air force bases were bombarded by deep-sea missile rain and light bomb artillery. Although they were not completely wiped out, they basically lost their combat effectiveness.

　The light motorized infantry brigade was unable to advance or retreat on the peninsula because its retreat was cut off and the air base and port were bombed.

　After the deep sea on the Washington-New York front line was almost dealt with, more than 2000 deep-sea paratroopers were dispatched to deal with them. Judging from the time, it was almost dawn, and this force was probably about to be defeated.

　AC sat in the newly cleaned Oval Office, looking at the battle reports and other news sent in by his subordinates, and sighed, "How interesting! It seems we really have stirred up a hornet's nest."

　No. 1 Shen Hai, who was reporting to the side, said, "The discussion just now produced two disagreements. One is to fully prepare for the defense of the city to deal with the upcoming attack by the main force of the US military.

　The second option is to strike while the iron is hot, before the main US forces have fully assembled, and to maximize the victory, from the city to the suburbs, as far as possible. What is your opinion?

　"Of course it's the second option, is there any need to ask?" AC looked up at Deep Sea No. 1 and instructed, "Our morale is high now, and we still have enough supplies after the first phase of the raid.

　At this time, the enemy's morale was crushed and they were in a panic. If they didn't take advantage of the situation and fight to the suburbs to expand their strategic depth, when would they do that?

　A larger territory provides more room for maneuver and maneuver. Otherwise, why would we cram hundreds of thousands of troops into every urban area? That's too dense, and modern warfare isn't about large-scale troop operations.

　The AC clearly opposed the conservative approach and insisted on expanding their gains. After listening to this, Deep Sea No. 1 said, "I understand, Admiralty Code. I'll have the various departments deploy immediately."

　After No. 1 left, AC's attention turned to a wooden box on the desk. There was a red button on the wooden box, and AC pressed it.

　"Hey, logistics? Bring me a Pepsi and a few bags of Lay's potato chips, as soon as possible."

　Chapter 254 Hornet’s Nest

　Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado, USA

　At a military airport near the North American Aerospace Defense Command, a special blue and white painted Boeing 747-200 slowly landed on the runway.

　Washington was raided

　Immediately after the attack, the president and a large number of senior federal government officials and congressmen retreated to the rear on Air Force One and other special planes.

　This special Boeing 747-200 has a more familiar name - Air Force One.

　After the plane stopped, the cabin door opened and the stairs were set up, Kamala walked out with a gloomy face.

　Following closely behind was a group of his officials, who also walked out one after another. Like Kamala, they all had stern faces and no smiles.

　The officers of the North American Aerospace Defense Command, who had been waiting for a long time, saluted one after another. Supreme Commander Glenn Van Heck extended his greetings: "Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I'm so glad you're all right."

　Kamala, still feeling apprehensive, looked at the officers standing at attention, waved her hand, and said, "No need to be polite at this moment. Let's focus on fighting the enemy."

　Accompanied and led by officers from the Air Defense Command, federal government officials entered the Cheyenne Mountain underground bunker.

　On the way into the bunker, Admiral Van Herk kept reporting the battle situation to Kamala: "Madam President, before the raid, the enemy invaded and paralyzed our satellite, hydroacoustic, radar and other defense systems.

　Furthermore, the air defense facilities along the Washington-New York line were also largely paralyzed. Thanks to the efforts of our technical personnel, satellite, sonar, and radar defense systems have regained some control.

　However, because the line from Washington to New York fell so quickly, most of the air defense systems in the local area were paralyzed and tampered with, and there was no time to restore them. This is also the reason why the Air Force failed to gain regional air superiority.

　In other words, during this period, pilots over the front lines not only had to dodge enemy aircraft and missiles, but also their own missiles..."

　When Admiral Van Herk said this, everyone present fell silent, because everyone knew how terrifying an enemy that could achieve this level of information technology was.

　CIA Director Burns expressed his opinion: "I dare to insist that these enemies must have been plotting against our country for a long time and have established a huge and strict intelligence network in the country.

　Furthermore, the Yakushima incident and the inexplicable sinking of the Seventh Fleet's main battleship were definitely their doing. We may have wrongly blamed Japan."

　As Burns spoke, he noticed that everyone was looking at him with intriguing eyes, even a little speechless. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my analysis?"

　"Your analysis is so clear and logical. What were you doing before?" one of the officials asked.

　Burns immediately distanced himself from the issue, saying, "The CIA is responsible for external affairs, and the FBI is responsible for domestic affairs. I am just expressing my views on domestic affairs. You should ask Christopher Wray (FBI Director)."

　Christopher Ray wasn't upset about the backlash from his peers, but he didn't say anything because the official didn't ask Christopher Ray but continued to question Burns.