I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 75 I don't have to be responsible to you
Brooklyn Bridge.

This is a suspension bridge between the island of Manhattan and Brooklyn. At this time, there is a constant flow of vehicles on the bridge.

In a Cadillac, an eight or nine-year-old boy was lying on the window, looking at the shining lights of Manhattan Island in the distance.

Suddenly, the boy saw several flames flying out of Manhattan Island like shooting stars.

The boy immediately turned his head and said to a middle-aged lady who was listening to the phone: "Mommy, look, there are shooting stars."

His mother put down the phone and made a 'silent' motion.

The little boy covered his mouth, and then looked out the window, and saw the flames flying to the surface of the East River, and then something fell from the sky.

It fell on the wide river surface, splashing a few fleeting water splashes.

Immediately afterwards, those flames turned and flew towards the Brooklyn Bridge. When they flew closer, the little boy saw that they were 'people' wearing silver-white streamlined armor.

Those 'people' flew over the bridge, the fire behind them was flickering, and there were streaks of blue smoke rising.

Then the streaks of green smoke turned around in mid-air and fell towards the bridge deck one after another.

The next moment, in front of the Cadillac, fireballs exploded on the bridge one after another, and one after another the fireballs blew up the cars driving on the bridge and broke the bridge!

Suddenly, the deck of the bridge tilted, and cars kept sliding towards the end and fell into the river.

That Cadillac was no exception.

And things like this happened on other bridges connecting Manhattan Island and the outside world in the next short period of time.

The night was illuminated by fire, bridges were blown to pieces, and the screams of people and the groans of bridges resounded through the night sky.

New York, another sleepless night tonight.

After destroying several bridges, those silver battle armors flew towards the center of New York without stopping for a moment.

A moment later, in the lenses of a pair of glasses, the flame trails sprayed by the armor when flying at high speed were reflected.

A few flame trails flashed across the lens, Jeff, a former Olga company employee wearing glasses, smiled, and watched those silver battle armor crash into a building.

That's Olga's product development department.

Afterwards, Jeff focused his eyes on the glasses. At this time, the product research and development building was no longer displayed on his lenses, but the pale face of Arnold on the booth in the Empire State Building.

Jeff said, "How do you think about it, Arnold, my patience is limited."

"I hope you don't test my patience."

While speaking, the picture in the lens turned and came to the guests in the hall.

Then the arm of the 'Titan' armor in the lens was lifted up, the muzzle spewed out flames, and fired at the crowd at will.

Among the crowd, some screamed, some cursed, some cried, and it was a mess.

There were also high-ranking federal officials yelling at Arnold on the booth, asking him to agree to Jeff's request.

But Arnold kept his face ashen from beginning to end, clenching his teeth and refusing to agree.

Jeff wasn't in a hurry either. He had already seen that fireballs were constantly exploding in the R&D building.

A moment later, a large piece of wall on the upper floors of the building exploded, and several silver shadows flew out of the broken stones.

The 'Raptor' suits had left the building, four of them working together to lift what looked like a bank vault.

The other carried a three-meter-high metal box.

The four silver armors carrying the vault flew in the direction of Manhten.

The armor that was carrying the metal box alone fell in front of Jeff's eyes.

Then, the armor vibrated its arm, and a short silver blade popped out.

This short blade was exceptionally sharp, cutting iron like mud, easily dismantling the metal box.

I saw a set of pitch-black armor full of dark style in the metal box.

This set of battle armor is very different from the set worn by Colonel Yuri, although the main color is also dark.

But the armor in the metal box is more like ancient armor, with sharp edges and heavy meanings.

The most special thing is that there is a black cloak behind it.

But the material of this cloak is not cloth, but a special metal, which looks soft and light, but can become as hard as an alloy when needed.

Can be used for cutting, or as a shield.

"Black Maharaja."

Jeff smiled: "This can be used as the ultimate weapon against the people of the motherland."

"Although many parameters are only theoretical and have not been used in actual combat, this is currently the most powerful artificial intelligence armor except for the unusable 'Number Zero'."

Jeff stepped forward, opened a hidden panel of the armor, and then entered a series of commands on the small computer hidden inside.

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Manhattan, Empire State Building.

On the booth, Colonel Yuri's 'Titan' armor suddenly remained silent.

Seeing this scene, a young man in his early 30s came out and looked at Azu who was in the middle of the booth.

"Hey, Homelanders."

"Why don't you knock him down and get us out?"

Azu chuckled lightly, without even looking at the man below: "If I remember correctly."

"Colonel Yuri has publicly stated more than once before that events like tonight do not require superhero intervention."

"And, they can even protect us."

"So I think you can rest assured and wait for Colonel Yuri to save you."

In the 'Titan' armor, although Colonel Yuri cannot transmit his words to the outside world.

But it didn't prevent him from hearing Azu's words.

Immediately, the colonel blushed, and he was lucky to have a visor to cover him, otherwise he would be ashamed at this time.

The young man glanced at the blood on the ground and said loudly, "I don't care that much!"

"Listen yes, this is Joel from Homeland Security, and I order you to get us out of here now!"

Azu shook his head and said: "Don't order me, sir, I don't have to be responsible to you."

"I'm not your father."

The man named Joel blushed, when a beautiful woman came to him, her eyes were red from fright, she pulled Joel and said.

"Didn't you say that even people from the motherland have to listen to your security bureau?"

"So you were lying to me."

"It's not like that, dear."

Joel looked around and said loudly: "Everyone, don't you think that the people of the motherland should rescue us?"

"Isn't that his duty as a superhero?"

"But what is he doing now?"

"He's standing by."

"Is this too much?"

"Where's his morality as a superhero?"

Under his instigation, the guests nodded one after another, and some shouted: "Motherland, if you stand idly by tonight, then you are not worthy of being a superhero!"

"Motherland, kill those damned fellows!"

"Kill them!"

(End of this chapter)