Chapter 864 Occupy New York

In the morning, 40-year-old Gibson pushed open the window that had been sealed all night. The five-year-old child took the opportunity to lie down on the window and looked at the ruins and rubble of the city outside. It was already a devastated world, with confusion and confusion in his big eyes.

Gibson sighed, touched the child's head and began to tidy up his clothes. Once the most famous trader on Wall Street, he could not explain this to the child, because he could only hide in the dark and wet basement with his wife and children in panic. He didn't know how long it would take for such a day. Facing every day The shells and bombs flying from the sky and the sea, like those who stayed in New York, were completely numb.

For him, the most important thing is not war, nor bullshit politics, nor the shame after the subjugation of the country, but where the fucking food is!

Gibson pinned two self-defense revolvers to his waist. For people living in New York, which is already full of rubble, the probability of being killed by a bomb is much less likely to be killed by his own people while fighting for food, so he must bring a pistol all the time.

After handing over the last double-barreled shotgun to his wife and locking the door from the outside, Gibson carefully walked to the building where he had worked before. He maintained the highest vigilance all the way. Every time someone passed by him, he couldn't help holding the pistol.

Grarie Trust Company is a well-known commercial trust company in the United States before the war. Every day, there are tens of millions of book funds in and out here. However, the war destroyed everything. This place where I used to work has also become a yellow flower yesterday, and half of the collapsed building is even more dilapidated and desolate.

Gibson didn't come here to remember, but he remembered that the manager of New York had told him that there was a small secret vault before the bombing of New York. Of course, the gold and banknotes in the vault had already been transferred, but there was a lot of food stored.

After pushing open the empty door, two full-body **, already some rotten female corpses made him frown.

Gibson recognized every female colleague who had worked here, so he quickly recognized that this was not his colleague. This conclusion made him a little relieved. After all, no one wanted to see the flesh and blood of the people he was familiar with.

Although they can't see their faces clearly, judging from the lines, they should be very beautiful in their lifetime. The messy clothes around them can be seen that they may have suffered unimaginable atrocities during their lives.

The [***] team in

did not enter New York, so this kind of atrocity can only be done by the thugs who took advantage of the war.

This scene made him more and more nervous. God knew whether those bastards would come back to "appreciate" the results, so after repeatedly confirming that there was no one around, he got into the dark channel.

The small vault is located in the basement, and there is only a hidden passage to enter. It is difficult for unfamiliar people to find this passage, but it is easy for him. On the contrary, the steel gate made him toss around for a long time before opening it.

The flour piled up with half of the vault almost made Gibson cry excitedly. Finally, he even found some meat sausages that had been air-dried and even white hair. Although he couldn't wait to pack them all and take them back, the two female corpses outside, especially the two female corpses he had just seen, told him that New York was not safe now.

Gibson turned out an empty cloth bag, packed half a bag of flour and some sausages, carried it on his back, and then closed the iron door again and pulled out the pistol and walked out.

A bulging cloth bag would not be noticed in New York in the past, but now it is too eye-catching. He can't even remember how many red and greedy eyes he saw along the way. Fortunately, the revolver in his hand scared those guys.

The only thing that surprised him was that the planes and shells that used to visit several times a day did not make any movement today. Is it a Chinese holiday today? Are their soldiers on holiday?

After a period of thought, Gibson finally saw the door of his house in the distance. He was about to speed up his pace with excitement, but he was suddenly blocked by some young people rushing out of the street corner.

Short sticks, pistols, shotguns and even military rifles!

Gibson recognized these guys at a glance. They are the thugs who are rampant on the streets and are more abominable than the Chinese!

"Put down your bag."

A thug full of tattoos pointed to Gibson's house with a grim smile and said viciously, "Leave it to us, or we will go there to enjoy."

Gibson, who was ready to bargain, was hit to the point in an instant. For him, he could be hungry for a few days, but he must not lose his wife and children. Especially when he thought of the two female corpses just now, it seemed that his wife was humiliated by these thugs.

The sweat dripped down Gibson's forehead. Finally, he had to clenched his teeth, pinched his fist and put the cloth bag on the ground, and then walked around them slowly towards the door.

He moved very slowly for fear of irritating these bastards, but when he bypassed these people and was ready to speed up and run home to check, a rifle suddenly aimed at him.

"Bastard, you damn devils!"

Gibson was so scared that he was stiff all over. Facing the black hole had been aimed at his muzzle, he knew that he would die. He simply closed his eyes and suddenly raised the pistol to pull the trigger.

"Ban Bang."

The fierce gunfire roared in his ear. Gibson closed his eyes and pulled the trigger desperately. He only hoped to hit a guy before he died.

But to his surprise, the gunshots on the opposite side were obviously dense, and his revolver had also made an empty sound, but there was no pain or feeling of being hit by a bullet.

What's going on?

He quickly opened his eyes, but the world in front of him was shocked. He only saw that the thugs who were still rampant had fallen into a pool of blood just now, and on his left, an armored car that he had never seen before and more than a dozen soldiers in helmets and brown-green camouflage had pointed their guns at him. Finally, even the thick machine gun on the armored car twisted over.

Gibson threw away the pistol without hesitation, and he was too afraid to open his eyes with the thugs. Not to mention these regular troops.

Looking at these Chinese soldiers who began to confiscate the guns and ammunition left by the thugs, he somehow raised a trace of gratitude, because he knew that if it were not for them, he might have shed blood on the street at this moment, and even his wife and children would have been killed and insulted.

But the question is, how can these Chinese soldiers who have long been described in the streets and alleys appear here?!

"Name, work."

A second-class soldier with lame English walked to Gibson. The sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows made his heart cold, and he hurriedly reported his name and previous work.

After the private gave Gibson to his partner, he turned around and ran to the armored car and muttered to a captain for a long time. From time to time, his fingers pointing to this side made Gibson more nervous. But this time he was surprised again. He only saw the captain walking quickly under the leadership of the private, and picked up the cloth bag left by Gibson on the way.

"The 4th Armored Division of the Royal Army of the Xinhua Empire, Reconnaissance Company Changgu Xu." After introducing himself, the captain and company commander, who was obviously better at English than the second-class soldier, pointed to the cloth bag: "Is it yours?"

Although his scalp was numb and he almost wanted to turn his head and leave immediately, in the face of the cold muzzle and the food in the cloth bag**, Gibson swallowed and nodded: "Yes, sir."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gibson saw the captain suddenly muttering a few words to the soldiers around him, and then the soldiers took out dozens of cans of canned beef from the armored car behind him that were enough to cause a street fire in New York.

"We need a guide. Cooperation, these are yours. Your family can enter my armored vehicle to be protected. Refuse. As soon as the captain raised his hand, all the guns were pointed at Gibson.

To be honest, Gu Xu really underestimated the shock of canned beef. He also looked too highly of the patriotism of the Americans. There was almost no hesitation and hesitation. As a descendant of France, Gibson immediately agreed to all the conditions.

Then, under the eyes of Gu Xu and other scouts, he took the child's wife to hide in the armored car and eat delicious canned beef, without hesitation to take them everywhere they wanted to go.

With black characters on a white background, the seals of Chinese and English slogans "Xinhua Property, Whoever Kill" were pasted in important places such as factories, banks, post offices and even universities that were already empty, it took two days and two nights from North Carolina under the gaze of countless American soldiers who laid down their weapons. The Xinhua 4th Armored Division, which swaggered more than 600 kilometers, officially announced the occupation of New York.

One New Yorker after another came out of the ruins, from the dark and wet basement, and from the woods outside the city. They stood on both sides of the street, watching the long string of powerful and terrible tanks and armored vehicles driving into the city, and watching the soldiers in camouflage military uniforms that they had never seen before begin to sweep the streets. Maintaining law and order.

Then, a message immediately spread from New York, which was almost closed.

Armistice!

All the armies of the United States, the United Kingdom and other allied countries have laid down their weapons!

People don't know whether to be happy or cry! After four years of fighting, tens of thousands of people were killed and injured, the agreement finally failed. Everyone can predict the following long prediction that the country will not be like a country, but for ordinary people like them, the years of fear and may be killed by a bullet at any time are finally over.

There is no celebration, no laughter, and no one can describe the mood at this moment. They can't find any words. As a team of [***] quickly enters the north of the United States, watching a team of the United States [***] put down their weapons and accept the reorganization, no one knows where to go.

The most complicated mood is still the New Yorkers. They watched those speculators and thugs who used to take the opportunity of war to accumulate money and commit violence, kill and set fire to them being arrested and shot one by one. They watched the city's security begin to improve little by little, and they all went out to the fourth armored teachers and students like Gibson. A trace of good impression. But when they emptied a factory like bandits and packed all the property that originally belonged to the United States into the ocean-going cargo ships that began to enter New York Harbor, they all gritted their teeth and cursed.

After some negotiations on June 20, the negotiations finally started in Istanbul on the Eurasian demarcation line.

At the same time, the Xinhua North American Theater Command took the last opportunity to negotiate the armistice and issued an order to accelerate the collection of "weapons and equipment", so the organized "robbery" operation, which was later known as the largest in human history, began

(to be continued)