Chapter 185 "The Fall of the White House"

At this moment, in Washington, D.C., the United States;

Due to the rotation of the earth, Washington, D.C. is about six hours later than The Hague in the Netherlands at noon, and now is the darkest stage before dawn.

Looking down at the capital of the United States from the air, it always gives people a sense of "not as good as Accra in Africa".

On the whole, today's Washington, D.C. is indeed not as good as New Accra. There are no brightly lit bustling night markets, no large holographic projection screens, and winter makes it look very deserted.

After all, Washington is located on the East Coast, and the straight-line distance from New York is only 360 kilometers. Atlas, which started on the West Coast, has only begun to gradually get involved in all aspects of the East Coast in recent years, so the infrastructure cannot compete with cities such as Seattle and New Accra.

More importantly,-

"Woo~Buzz!" Red and blue sirens flashed from time to time in the streets.

"Pop!" and the occasional gunshots indicate that the security environment seems to be very poor.

However, this is not because the United States cannot even maintain the security of their capital. It is because with Atlas secretly fueling the situation, the ugly behavior of American officials, politicians, and generals continues to be exposed, and it is impossible to quell the growing public grievances.

In addition, Atlas continues to fund those weak parties with a total number of less than 100,000 people who dare to fight, protecting the safety of the people as a real "vigilante", which further arouses dissatisfaction with the government in power.

The Capitol Hill residential area located east of the White House is patrolled by a large number of police cars, and the police station has also arranged a fully armed and mechanical skeleton-equipped SWAT team in the transportation hub area.

Because most of the people living on this side of Capitol Hill are so-called political elites and business leaders.

In order to avoid angry civilians from attacking this place, the pressure on police stations across Washington has doubled.

At this time.

In a bedroom of a residential house with lights on;

"Fuck. Fuck, Atlas is going to fight all the countries on the earth by himself?!"

The voice is a little immature, like the exclamation of a voice change period.

The decoration style here directly indicates that the owner of the bedroom is a heavy game and model enthusiast.

The Atlas family portrait of e-sports equipment, such as e-sports tables and chairs, host computers and high-refresh rate holographic display screens, and the glass cabinet opposite the single bed, are filled with many 1/6 and 1/12 scale soldier figures produced by Atlas, including "Star Marines" with alloy skeletons and armor.

Among the entire collection, there are actually many World War II tank military models also produced by Atlas, marked with red sickles and hammers, indicating that the owner of this bedroom seems to have a unique sentiment.

I saw a slender teenager in black pajamas standing in front of the computer desk, holding his head with both hands, staring at the holographic screen playing the court live broadcast in disbelief.

And in the live chat box in the lower right corner of the screen, the online nickname "Paratroopers facing the enemy sea!" is displayed.

It seems that this teenager is not only a loyal supporter of Atlas, but also a loyal viewer of "Seattle Midday News".

However, although he, like thousands of supporters, hopes that the core concept of Atlas will completely dominate the world, isn't it too early now?

And will it cause large-scale casualties?

As for the teenager whose parents are both senior officials, the reason why he is "anti-American" is that on the one hand, his family lacks attention, and on the other hand, he is young and energetic and cannot accept that their country is actually a puppet and helps a selfish country to carry out extremely anti-human war.

However, due to age restrictions, he cannot make any great contributions to the world. He can only donate his pocket money to the oppressed people through online donations.

Buzz~——Woo——!

Just when the teenager was worried, the whole city suddenly rang with a shrill air defense alarm.

? ?

The teenager was stunned, then ran to the window, opened the window and leaned half of his body out.

Facing the cool breeze and the dawn, he squinted his eyes and vaguely looked at the sky in the direction of the sunrise. There were densely packed and different sizes of "black spots"?

Seeing this, the boy hurried back to the bedroom, opened a dark green storage box, took out a military telescope from it, and returned to the window to look at the sky.

With the help of the telescope, the boy could see those "black spots" clearly. They were the Swift Shadow Assault Boat, Luna Transport Boat and Silver Gull, which he was familiar with, as well as many air gunboats and attack aircraft manufactured by Atlas.

Swish-swish!

Not only that, above the White House, located west of their home, there were a large number of airdrop pods passing through the atmosphere.

Did Washington's air defense facilities fail to respond in time?

Did Atlas's cyber forces disintegrate the military system, or did someone in the military coordinate, or both? ?

The boy had all kinds of guesses in an instant.

Seeing the first batch of airdrop pods passing through the sky unimpeded and disappearing from the telescope's field of view, he retracted his body and ran to the master bedroom where his parents were.

But as soon as he pushed open the unlocked master bedroom door, he heard:

"Colonel Nell! The White House was attacked! And our military network is paralyzed, so we can only use civilian communications to communicate."

He also saw his father sitting by the bed, using a holographic network phone also from Atlas to communicate with an officer on duty.

As for his mother, she casually put on a down jacket, picked up the car keys next to the bedside table, and prepared to go to the Congress Building.

Finding her son standing in front of the bedroom door, the mother said, "Don't go out! Stay at home!" and left in a hurry.

Seeing his parents react like this further confirmed all the suspicions in his mind, as well as Atlas's complete "public statement".

Shortly after.

The morning sun rises from the east as always, spreading its light across the land, but the entire Washington, D.C., area seems unusually quiet, with only the roaring noise of engines reaching the streets.

Almost as soon as the armed units affiliated with Atlas appeared, they announced that control of the capital had changed hands.

Tactical teams and tactical platoons composed of the Emergency Countermeasures Corps (AECS) and clone troopers replaced the original police and National Guard and implemented a comprehensive blockade of Washington, DC.

On the White House side, the Orbital Commando Team (ODST), which was the first to land, is responsible for taking care of all affairs and overseeing some of the Secret Service agents who surrendered but survived.

After a Luna transport boat released its landing gear, it landed directly on the lawn in front of the White House.

After the door of the waiting cabin was also opened by the pilot;

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that! What my grandfather's generation did not complete was actually completed by my grandson!"

On the lawn, Arthur Morgan's unique and generous laughter resounded.

Wearing full-coverage personal equipment, but not wearing a helmet, he chose to wear a cowboy hat. He looked at the White House that had been burned by fire and was filled with emotion.

At this time, Arthur looked at a "senior official" standing not far away and continued to smile:

"Irons, you did a great job! Cooperating with the company to complete the occupation process from the inside out, minimizing casualties and damage.

At that time, I will propose to the boss that your team take over the Washington authorities. Anyway, you are much more familiar with it than I am. "

Hearing this, this "senior official" in a suit and red tie, who was about thirty years old, smiled without arrogance and said:

"As investigators lurking within the enemy, it is our basic duty to assist the boss in facilitating the company's implementation of a comprehensive takeover plan while attracting global attention."