"...Over here. A little closer. Good, lower it slowly, slowly!"
A massive crane was hard at work, clearing large pieces of construction debris from the city ruins...Meanwhile, the people had also begun spontaneously doing whatever they could to help.
After all, aside from the large number of tourists, most of the disaster victims were permanent residents of the area. If they did not repair their own homes, then given America's national circumstances, the chances of the government taking responsibility were practically nonexistent.
It was already the third day after the disaster, and everything was recovering in an orderly fashion.
Out of obligation as the joint government and for humanitarian reasons, various countries had successively dispatched rescue forces over the past few days--though given Beautiful Nation's wealth, there would be no shortage of daily necessities.
At the headquarters of the joint government, a discussion was currently underway regarding the incident in DC Washington. This time, the foreign ministers of various countries had shut themselves inside the United Nations headquarters, and they were not merely chatting, drinking tea, and assigning tasks. Instead, they were arguing their cases fiercely, shouting until their faces were flushed.
...As for all that, Ah Xiruo, who was still staying at the Divine Prefecture Embassy in Washington, had no interest whatsoever.
Long Xiruo had already set the tone. Aside from her, no one else could remove the Heaven Punishing Sword Qi currently laid out along America's lengthy border.
--Rumor had it.
--Apparently, not only were power users above LV1 unable to pass through without permission, even any offensive shells fired from American soil would be intercepted directly.
"I heard that during the council's closed-door meeting, that foreign minister from Beautiful Nation didn't dare say a word. She kept a dark face and pretended to be dead the