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January 1 at 7 noon New York time.

Nearly 15 hours have passed since Zhang Ming arrived in New York. With the Statue of Liberty as the center, citizens within a radius of ten kilometers have been dismissed, and troops are stationed around it.

After losing its popularity, the Statue of Liberty looks a bit depressed, especially at night, when it is dark and looks more like the devil's palace.

Originally, the military set up dozens of high-brightness lights at the garrison location, but Zhang Ming felt that these things were too disturbing to sleep, so he fired barrages and smashed them one by one.

There are still fragments of lamps and glass covers scattered on the ground. The soldiers stationed here under orders are conducting daily patrols according to their usual training.

A young recruit raised his head and looked at the Statue of Liberty.

This is the big building he has seen since he was a child. It is to protect the democracy and freedom in his heart that he chooses to join the army, hoping to implement this belief.

"Let those who are exhausted and penniless after long journeys because they long to breathe the air of freedom, lean on each other and fall into my arms! I stand at the Golden Gate, holding high the light of freedom."

The recruits silently recited the verses carved at the foot of the goddess statue.

He didn't understand why his superiors didn't give the order to attack.

He also didn't understand why a group of fighter jets attacked an ordinary flight full of passengers yesterday.

All this seems so incredible to the recruit, completely different from the "free air" he longs for.

"Recruit! Pay attention to formation!"

"Sorry! Sir!" the recruit replied loudly, and he took one last look at the Declaration of Independence in the hand of the goddess.

I’m fighting for this, right?thought the recruit.

Just as he was lost in thought, a black shadow flashed across them.The recruit immediately looked over. Under the noon sun, everything in front of him was calm and peaceful. There was nothing except the sound of waves coming from New York Harbor not far away.

The patrol team went in another direction, and the recruit had to turn his head and follow his comrades, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

But he was not mistaken, that shadow was Murakami who had just returned from the city.

Four years of training allowed him to run at a speed beyond ordinary people's sight in a short period of time. Only a high-speed camera could barely capture his figure. Coupled with the weird pace, he was like a ray of light that did not exist in this world. shadow.

With this speed, Murakami passed through the army's defense line and returned to the top of the statue of the goddess.

"Boss, I'm back."

It is still a ninety-degree bow full of Japanese style. I have to say that Murakami is a person who is very good at expressing respect. His actions will not make people feel artificial or embarrassing, and always have a just right degree.

After receiving Zhang Ming's response, Murakami straightened his back.

"Chief, I got news about Iron Fist."

"where?"

Murakami tapped his toes and said, "Underground."

He took out a map of New York City from his pocket and spread it out on the table. There was a complicated subway map on the map. Murakami took a red marker and started drawing along an orange line.

While drawing, Murakami said, "Because the United States developed earlier, the construction of the New York underground railway was earlier and more mature than that of most countries. There are dozens of complex underground railways underground in this city. Most of them are provided to The residents living in this city use it, but a very small part of it is abandoned for various reasons——"

Murakami ended up drawing a circle at the end of the orange subway line.

"The Iron Fist is hidden here."

"Queens?" Zhang Ming remembered that Peter's home was nearby.

"Yes."

"Is the news accurate?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami handed over a detailed document with both hands. There were several photos and some written records on it. He said, "This is the information I provided under the cover of the Hand. In cooperation with the Kingpin, they thoroughly investigated the entire New York. In terms of lead acquisition channels, it has an advantage over us.”

"Is it credible?" Zhang Ming asked about this hidden clue.

"He's as credible as I am," Murakami said.

Zhang Ming nodded and understood what he meant.