Invasion of the United States

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The wheels of the DC-3 crushed the broken glass curtain wall, the jagged shards scraping against the rubber tires with an ear-piercing noise.

The vintage transport plane wobbled like a drunkard as it glided towards Independence Avenue on the south side of the museum, the wings nearly brushing the roadside bronze statue as it turned.

Inside the cockpit, Orno's face was tense, his eyes fixed on the instrument panel — the fuel warning light was on, the tire pressure gauge read zero, and some instruments were too old to be functional.

But none of this could stop his innate flying instincts.

"Turn another thirty degrees...," he gritted his teeth and adjusted the controls. As long as he could line up with Independence Avenue, he was confident he could get this old bird airborne — even if only for a few dozen kilometers.

But just then, Monica watched the slowly turning DC-3 and suddenly screamed, "Tusi! Shoot through that cockpit! No one escapes from under my nose."

Black-skinned Tusi was facing off against Zhou Qingfeng across a few small aircraft, neither able to see the other's exact location, each wary of opening fire.

The 'X' enhancer had indeed made them physically robust, but not to the point of ignoring bullets. Both had the means to threaten each other's life, so neither dared to be careless.

"Do you still want to be president or not?!" Monica's second scream had a hysterical quiver to it.

Tusi's pupils suddenly contracted. This word struck his nervous system like an electric shock, the muscle fibers beneath his dark skin instantly tensed.

"Fuck!" The 'monster' roared in anger, abruptly swiveling his gun, his muscular arm swinging the heavy M240 in an exaggerated arc.

The DC-3's cockpit a hundred meters away was locked in his sights, and a dozen bullets were fired.

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Orno's body convulsed violently in his seat, one bullet tearing off his left ear, another piercing his lung.

Blood splattered across the rudder, dyeing the yellowing instrument panel a glaring red. He tried to lift his trembling hand to continue the turn, but only grasped a handful of warm blood.

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"No!"

The plane lost control, and all plans were dashed.

"Damn it, we just want to survive. Why can't you let us leave?"

The Army lieutenant colonel with his wife and daughter on the plane also broke down mentally, recklessly emerging from cover to fire madly at Tusi's position.

Tusi's muzzle quickly turned, his robust body moving extremely flexibly within the exhibition hall, hiding behind the wheel of a 'B-25', while his gun aimed at his incoming opponent.

Tat tat tat... a burst of gunfire erupted.

The colonel was riddled by machine-gun bullets, his body falling in a heap, dying with eyes wide open.

The continuous killings made the black-skinned 'monster' extremely smug, but as a sinister smile crept onto his face, he heard gunfire from behind, and blood appeared on his chest.

As the strong man struggled to turn his head, the also-moving Zhou Qingfeng appeared behind him, a short burst putting a bullet through his head.

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After Monica gave the order, Yeager realized the situation was going south.

Even as the opposite colonel charged headlong, he still thought to drag his protected target away, back amidst the dozen guard soldiers.

But Tusi died too quickly, and Zhou Qingfeng came too swiftly.

When Yeager saw the gaping muzzle pointed at himself and Monica, he instinctively shouted, "Victor, you win. We surrender.

Monica's mother is a Navy Admiral, Chief of Naval Operations. By holding her hostage, you can go anywhere you want."

The situation shifted too rapidly, Monica looked at the nearby black-skinned corpse, then at Zhou Qingfeng suddenly closing in, and arrogantly raised her head, saying defiantly,

"I just don't yield to you. The colder you treat me, the more I hate you."

"Shut up, Monica, you're the dumbest woman I've ever met in this world," Yeager snapped, scolding her before advising Zhou Qingfeng.

"Victor, be rational, this woman was spoiled rotten from childhood, she's out of her mind, doesn't know right from wrong. Think about yourself, don't act rashly."

Monica turned around and shouted at Yeager, "You're the one who's out of your mind."

Zhou Qingfeng turned his gun, first putting a bullet through Yeager's head, "I agree with that viewpoint."

Yeager's blood splattered across Monica's face, startling her, she turned her head back and continued shouting at Zhou Qingfeng, "Even if you capture me, I won't bow to you."

The gun fired again, and Monica's head was blown apart.

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Just when Zhou Qingfeng thought this escape was a failure inches from success, the DC-3 suddenly completed its turn and began accelerating on Independence Avenue, eventually taking off after a thousand-meter glide.

Inside the cockpit, the original pilot lay on the floor, and the senile Hammer was at the controls.

Lucy stood astonished at the cockpit door, asking, "Grandpa, you can fly a plane?"

Hammer looked back at his granddaughter with a gleeful expression, also surprised, "Lucy, how did you grow up so much?"

"Grandpa, did you forget again? Oh no, Victor didn't make it onto the plane!"