Chapter 773: Christmas (1)
The war knows no holidays or celebrations.
The ruthless merchants who roamed around Times Square, forcing the sale of useless goods, the people who took commemorative photos and then demanded tips, and even the police who were supposed to regulate such things.
The people running restaurants, boasting outrageously expensive prices, and the Wall Street suits, who made billions by trading other people's money and profiting from the margins.
The New Yorkers, sitting with hollow eyes, holding a hot cup of coffee in the filthy subway platforms—everyone vanished. Over Manhattan, only blood and steel remained.
What people who had struggled to survive in that hell needed was comfort, but it was also true that such comfort didn’t come easily.
However, the fact that it didn’t come easily didn’t necessarily mean failure.
From December 20th to 23rd, Task Force Dagger and Aricon were deployed in all directions.
The 24 or so personnel, split into 8 operational teams, took as many micro-explosive drones as they could, leaving the remaining spaces filled with reconnaissance drones.
At Westchester Airport, hundreds of drones took off and landed repeatedly for three days, and thousands of decoy drones flew into the air to complete the map of enemy air defense systems.
Each time one was shot down, the enemy's location and the type of missile they were using were identified, allowing the United States to formulate a meticulous counterattack plan.
Then, not long after, when two Task Forces aboard Valkyries split up and scattered across New Jersey and Long Island, no one in the Allied forces had any idea that their air defense systems would be dismantled in just three short days.
"You're using American assets however you like, huh? Well, I suppose now it’s time to pay the rental fee, right?"