I, the motherland, do whatever I want

In the business hall on the top floor of the Empire State Building, people screamed and roared like anxious beasts.

These well-dressed celebrities, noble figures in the federal upper class, now have red eyes and are making various demands.

Only a small number remain restrained and calm, and with their wealth of experience, consciously distance themselves from those who have lost their minds.

Azu looked down, these people were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

They have left the so-called education, grace, and reason behind.

This scene made Azu feel ridiculous.

Then he burst out laughing.

The huge laughter suppressed other sounds.

Azu laughed heartily, pointed at the people below and said, "Protect you?"

"When you enter this hall, you are no longer under my protection."

"After all, you chose to support Olga Company, why do you still ask me to protect you?"

"in addition."

"Have you forgotten who are in those armors?"

"They are soldiers."

"He's the one who was supposed to protect you."

"They are now hostages just like you."

"You actually want me to kill them."

Although Joel from the Security Bureau was blushing, he still shouted: "We don't want to do this either."

"But now, this is the most sensible thing to do!"

"Our status is ten thousand times more important than the dignity of soldiers!"

"You can't just watch us die here."

"So, kill them!"

Suddenly, many people shouted in unison: "Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

At this moment, two golden beams of light fell from the sky and crossed Joel.

and then rowed through those who were shouting the loudest.

After the light beam disappeared, those people stood still as if they had been petrified.

But their eyes can move, and at this time, these people's eyes are full of fear.

Then, the head of the man named Joel slid off obliquely. The incision was smooth and the surface was charred black. The blood vessels and tissues on the entire cut surface had been burned.

The next second, a large piece of the crowd fell, all of them mutilated corpses.

"ah!"

The screams started.

The cry almost lifted the ceiling of the hall.

Azu looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently and said calmly: "I already said, don't order me."

"Why don't you listen?"

"Don't think that being powerful means you are superior to others. In my eyes, how are you different from ants?"

Near the booth, a female reporter huddled up, with tears in her eyes, looking at the people of the motherland wearing black uniforms.

She whispered: "Why do the people of the motherland do this?"

"Doesn't he care about his career?"

A male reporter next to him shook his head: "Maybe he never cared."

At this time, Jeff's voice sounded from the 'Titan' armor: "I seem to have missed something."

Azu chuckled, clenched his hands into fists, held his chin, and looked down at the booth below, with golden light shining in his eyes.

"You'd better have some new tricks up your sleeve."

"I'm already a little impatient."

In the 'Titan' armor, Jeff's voice rang out: "Come on, the real show is about to begin."

at the same time.

A big moon hung high over Manhattan.

Just under the huge silver plate, a figure was suspended.

The black cloak danced behind him, and two bright lights lit up in the dark mask.

Jeff, who had already put on the 'Black Lord' armor, looked at the Empire State Building in the distance, maintaining the connection with the 'Titan' armor, and looked at the several 'Raptor' armors, and put the vault in the Times Square is known as the 'crossroads of the world'.

At this time, in Times Square, the screens on the surrounding buildings were broadcasting the fact that several bridges connecting Manhattan Island to the outside world were blown up.

Suddenly the ground shook and many people sat down on the ground.

Then I saw in the center of Times Square, several silver armors carrying a huge vault falling to the ground.

Afterwards, several armors dispersed, distributed in the air and on the ground, responsible for guarding.

One of them raised his wrist and fired a dazzling ray from the wrist armor.

As the ray moved, the vault was cut open.

At this time, police cars roared in the square, and several police cars came nearby. The doors opened and the police rushed over one by one.

"Put your hands up, come out of the armor, and let me see your faces!"

a police sergeant shouted, pointing his gun.

He was answered with a laser beam.

The police chief's chest was instantly pierced by light, then he opened his mouth wide and fell to the sky.

Suddenly, other police officers shot at the silver armors.

The fierce gunfire made people in Times Square scream and run away.

Facing the attack, those 'Raptor' armors responded quickly.

Some fired with lasers, and some flew at high speed, knocking the police officers and their cars hundreds of meters away.

Soon, there was an explosion in Times Square, with flames and smoke rising.

A moment later, the huge vault had been cut open.

There was a device similar to a radio wave transmitting tower and silver metal cylinders stored there.

After dealing with the police, several 'Raptor' armors flew into the vault.

The two silver armors worked together to lift the launch tower device, and the other armors evenly divided the silver metal cylinders.

Then flames shot out from behind and flew in all directions.

A moment later, the launch pad was installed on the rooftop of the tallest building in Times Square.

Jeff, wearing the 'Black King' armor, fell from the sky and landed next to the launch tower.

Turn on the power, turn on the computer, and start operating.

Other silver armors took those metal cylinders and flew to different directions on Manhattan Island.

Some went to the vicinity of the Arc de Triomphe, some to the port, and some to Wall Street.

The suits then placed the metal cylinders on the ground or on the rooftops of buildings.

The cylinders were then activated, allowing them to unfold some supports and fix them on the ground.

While Jeff was busy controlling various armors and arranging those mysterious devices, the phone number at the New York Police Department almost exploded.

After the families of the celebrities and senior officials who attended the Empire State Building found out that their loved ones had been kidnapped, they desperately called the 911 police hotline, or used their own channels or connections to put pressure on the Police Headquarters, asking the police to rescue the hostages in the Empire State Building as soon as possible.

Police Chief Lowe Ford was extremely busy, and his roars kept ringing in the office.

However, bad news came one after another, causing the director's blood pressure to soar and his face to turn red.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on at the Empire State Building?"

“With land transportation disrupted, can’t we use waterways?”

"Also, what's going on over there in Times Square?"

"What about the Security Bureau? What do you say over there? This is beyond the scope of what our police station can handle!"