New York.
Once the most prosperous city in the United States, it had now become a ruin, its former glory gone.
After the fighter's communications officer contacted the United States and received the relevant instructions, they activated the vertical landing system and slowly brought the aircraft down. There was no need to decelerate along a runway like an ordinary fighter jet.
The cabin hatch opened.
Lian Feng, at the head of the group, led her subordinates out of the cabin.
"I remember your rank isn't low. You're only one rank below Du Kao, so shouldn't I be calling you Chief Lian Feng now?" Yun Chuan said with a slight smile as he walked behind her, catching the faint, elusive fragrance around her.
Lian Feng's steps faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. Her pretty face remained stern as she stared straight ahead and said, "This is the United States. I hope Lord Yun Chuan will consider China's dignity and behave with more solemnity! This is not the time for jokes."
"All right, you're right." Yun Chuan shrugged and said nothing more.
At that moment, an elderly white man in a suit approached under the escort of numerous people. He had a high nose, deep-set eyes, and was well past fifty.
The old white man looked at Lian Feng, then at the people behind her. A false smile immediately appeared on his face as he spoke fluent English. "Honored envoys from China, greetings. I am Nick Edison. Welcome to New York, once a prosperous city of the United States."
Lian Feng was proficient in nearly every language on Earth, so naturally she understood English. She immediately replied in Chinese with a smile, "Hello."
Several burly soldiers stood beside the old white man, their expressions solemn and their eyes