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Since the twilight day that shocked the world, the US military base was completely destroyed overnight. This incident not only shook the military foundation of the United States, but also had a profound impact on the global strategic pattern. Russia, the former opponent of the United States, took the opportunity to declare war after a period of silence. Although this move was unexpected, it was also expected to some extent. When facing this sudden war, the allies of the United States were unable to take care of themselves and could not give the United States enough support. In the end, after a series of crushing, the United States was unfortunately defeated.

The failure of this war was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the United States. Russia had to settle old scores with it, and the United States not only suffered a major blow in military terms, but its economy was also severely weakened, and even regressed to a level that had been 200 years lower. Under the pressure of defeat, the United States had to sign a series of unequal treaties, which not only caused the United States' international status to plummet, but also put the lives of the American people into a difficult situation.

Forty years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically.

california.

This once prosperous state now presents a scene of decline. The shadow of war still looms over this land, and people's lives have fallen into hardship. The once tall buildings are now dilapidated, and the traces of being baptized by the artillery fire of war are still clearly visible. On the streets, people are wearing tattered clothes and have haggard faces. Their former pride and hope have now been worn out by the pressure of life.

underground base.

This underground base was secretly built in the pre-American era to defend against nuclear war. It is located fifty meters underground and few people know about it. Although the war broke out suddenly, emergency measures were still taken and a small group of top scientists were sent here.

A group of scientists and researchers are working hard for the resurgence of the United States. They know that only by re-developing science and technology can the United States regain its former glory and stand up again. In the long forty years, they have been conducting research silently and working hard to find opportunities for resurgence.

This underground base has become the hope for the United States to rise again. Perhaps because the technological barriers have been broken, the scientists here have also continuously broken through the limits of science and technology, developed advanced weapons, and worked hard to return to the center of the world stage. However, this process has not been smooth sailing. In the past forty years, they have experienced countless failures and setbacks, but they have never given up.

In the laboratory.

Scientists with oil-stained faces worked nervously in front of the control console, their eyes full of fatigue, but full of determination. In this underground base, they conducted research silently, trying to find a ray of hope for this devastated country.

The leader of the base, a white-haired man, looked at the data on the screen, took a deep breath, and then said to the scientist beside him: "Prepare for the experiment."

The scientists nervously checked their equipment, then nodded.

The white-haired man looked at them, a trace of relief flashing in his eyes:
"Remember, our goal is to restore glory, so let's get started."

...............

On the ground, in an abandoned apartment.

"Save the Earth?"

Watching the story of the U.S. military defeating aliens and defending the Earth on the screen of an old color TV, a ragged young man couldn't help but sneer and said sarcastically:
"At any time, this self-deceiving statement makes me feel a little ridiculous! They can't even deal with the earthlings, how can they deal with aliens? Haha!... Chopper, do you think that the United States was really so powerful in the past?"

"It's a movie, a fictional thing, just something to entertain and relax people."

Chopper stroked his graying hair, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "However, at that time, the United States was the world's number one power. When we were stationed at the Japanese military base, those women... Oh, those were really nostalgic days. Unfortunately, such days only lasted for 40 to 50 years."

"Then why have we ended up like this?"

Looking at the piles of stones and the rusty discarded iron blocks in the room, the young man's eyes were full of suspicion.

"Hey~"

Chopper sighed quietly and said nothing more.

The young man was silent for a while and looked at the wall clock. "It's getting late. I'll go see if that rat has come out. He sold me a pistol that can't be fired and cheated me out of twenty rubles. I have to settle the score with him."

"Damn those rats!"

Chopper nodded: "Go ahead and teach them a lesson! Dennis!"

Dennis stood in front of the window, staring at the gloomy sky outside. Dark clouds like thick ink blocks pressed down the city's skyline, and the dim lights on the streets swayed in the rain, looking particularly desolate.

"I'm leaving!"

Dennis sighed and took a worn raincoat from a hook beside him. The raincoat had been with him for many years, and it was worn out in many places and the edges were jagged, but it was his only tool to fight against the bad weather.

He put on his raincoat clumsily, the hem rustling and water dripping from the holes. Although the raincoat was worn out, it had a special meaning to him, as it witnessed his ups and downs in this city.

Without extra time to think, Dennis hurried out the door. The world outside the door was surrounded by heavy rain, and the raindrops poured down like a waterfall, and the streets became muddy in an instant. Dennis's steps were heavy, but he had to speed up because he knew that life would not stop because of the heavy rain.

On the street not far away, a group of people wearing uniform army green raincoats, carrying tools or packages in their hands, walked quickly in the heavy rain. The color and style of the raincoats reminded him of a scene long ago, but that memory was quickly replaced by the uneasiness of reality.

Suddenly, Dennis' eyes lit up, and he quickly walked into a tent on the side of the road, grabbed the collar of a fat white Asian man in the middle, lifted him up, punched him in the face, and knocked him to the ground.

Several people nearby quickly stood up and tried to separate the two.

"Go away!"

"roll!"

Dennis yelled and pushed all the baskets away. He glared at the Asian man fiercely, then pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the Asian man's forehead.

Ignoring the pain on his face, the Asian man raised his hands and begged, "Stop! Don't shoot!"

"Click~"

"Ah~~~"

Hearing a snap, his body trembled and the Asian man screamed in fear. He closed his eyes tightly, but he didn't feel the pain for a long time.

"Remember me, bastard?"

Dennis gritted his teeth and said, "The broken gun you sold me didn't work. It almost killed me. I spent 20 rubles on it. Give me back my money!"

After that, he smashed the man's head with the butt of a gun. The man screamed and fell to the ground with blood flowing from his head. The pedestrians around were frightened by this sudden situation and hid far away, not daring to get close.

Dennis stared with eyes as ferocious as a wild animal and looked around. He quickly squatted down, grabbed the man's hair and dragged him into a nearby alley.

The alley was dark and damp, and filled with a strange smell. The strong man dragged the man to the corner and made him sit with his back against the wall. Then he took out a sharp knife, cut off the bag on his body, took out 20 rubles from it, and kicked the man to the ground.

Staring at the heavy rain, I walked to the stairwell of a building. I looked at the old lady selling food inside and pointed to a box of food in the frame: "How much?"

"Five rubles!"

"How many?"

Dennis' eyes widened as he listened to the old lady's words.

"Four dollars and a half! Never mind, four dollars and a half!"

"Thank you!" Dennis smiled, put the food bag on his shoulder, took out the bill from his pocket and handed it over.

Carrying the food, Dennis walked across a street and returned to his residence.

Dennis lives in a simple hut with a few of his favorite scrawls on the wall and bookshelves filled with books. He puts the food on the kitchen table and starts busy preparing dinner.

I took out a piece of bread and cut it with a knife. Suddenly, the rich aroma of wheat filled the air. I cut off a small piece, put it under my nose, sniffed it deeply, and smiled with satisfaction.

Then, Dennis took out a bottle of ketchup, poured an appropriate amount on the bread, and spread it evenly with a knife. He placed it next to the bread. In this way, a simple and delicious dinner was ready.

Dennis pressed the play button on the radio, sat down at the table and began to enjoy his dinner. While eating, he looked at the night view outside the window, and his heart was filled with peace and satisfaction.

"The problem is fairness and democracy. If Russia focuses its efforts on suppressing militancy in this region..., it is simply a massacre... Many victims were killed while visiting factories, bombs were thrown into factories during rush hour...,"

Listening to the various messy news broadcast on the radio, Dennis' good mood was gone. He turned off the radio and began to concentrate on eating dinner.

Suddenly, the house shook violently, as if the whole world was shaking. Dennis was startled by the sudden shaking and instinctively used his body to protect the dining table to prevent the tableware from falling and breaking.

Then, a deafening "boom" sounded throughout the house, the wall was blown apart, bricks and dust flew everywhere, and there was chaos. The light in the house suddenly became dim, and the originally tidy living room became a mess.

"Here!"

"Go and see!"

"Safe, no other personnel found!"

Dennis was completely unprepared for this sudden attack. Before he could react, a large number of fully armed soldiers rushed in. They were wearing heavy military uniforms, old-fashioned equipment, and had cold expressions on their faces.

"Dennis, get up!"

A familiar voice reached Dennis' ears. Dennis raised his body expressionlessly, turned his head, and said in a cold tone:
"Karl, is that you?"

Karl said coldly: “Don’t let me say it again, get up!”

Dennis didn't stand up, his tone full of disdain: "I thought you were still killing kids in Washington!"

Looking at Dennis who didn't take him seriously, Karl shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Dennis said calmly: "Remember the last time we met, I told you that if you point a gun at me again, I will kill you!"

Carl shouted, “Get up!”

"Who would hire a child killer to kill me?"

"what!!"

Hearing Dennis's humiliation, Carl could no longer hold back his anger, raised his submachine gun, and smashed it hard at the back of Dennis' head.

Dennis dodged Carl's rifle butt by moving sideways, and with a bang, the butt of the rifle smashed the plates on the dining table into pieces.

"what!!"

Seeing his attack fail, Carl roared, his voice echoing in the narrow room. His eyes were full of anger, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement. He raised the submachine gun in his hand and swept again, his movements were rough and fast.

Dennis swiftly dodged Carl's gun butt and grabbed Carl's wrist with his backhand.

"Is this your level?"

Dennis sneered, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at an incompetent weakling. He twisted Karl's wrist behind his back with force. Karl gritted his teeth in pain, but couldn't struggle out.

"You...you dare to touch me!"

Carl struggled angrily, but he couldn't break free because of Dennis's strength. His anger burned in his chest, but he couldn't vent it. He looked at Dennis with resentment, but he also knew that he couldn't defeat Dennis at this moment.

"Stop! Don't move!"

A group of soldiers raised their submachine guns and aimed at Dennis.

Without paying attention to the actions of the soldiers, Dennis pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Carl's forehead, and said coldly: "Who sent you?"

Karl was a little flustered and explained:
"I'm asking you for help, I don't want to take your life!"

Pulling the safety pin, Dennis said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, Carl, you want me to help? You can only blow up this building directly, who is it?"

Feeling the cold murderous intent, Carl quickly revealed the mastermind: "Chanin! It's General Channin!"

"Chanin?"

Dennis gritted his teeth and lifted Carl up: "Carl, you are a disgrace to our industry. If you are not a mercenary, you are a militant. To do this job, you need two things - courage and integrity! Obviously, you have neither."

After a pause, Dennis glanced at the surrounding soldiers and said calmly: "Karl, do you know the difference between you and me? If I say I want to kill you, I must kill you!"

Dennis' voice was not raised, but it was full of determination. His finger slowly pulled the trigger, and at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"boom!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the tent, deafening. Carl's eyes froze in disbelief at that moment, and his body seemed to be drained of all strength. His forehead felt warm, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

"Put your hands up!"

"Not allowed to move!"

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by this scene. They looked at Carl lying on the ground and stared at Dennis nervously, but did not pull the trigger in their hands.

"take it easy!"

Dennis casually threw the pistol on the ground and slowly raised his hands: "This is just a personal grudge between him and me. Let me get something."

Putting on a heavy coat and holding a piece of bread in his arms, Dennis nodded and said, "I'll go with you!"

(End of this chapter)