The news that Chen Shouyi had killed Lord of Lightning spread and snowballed in a short time, like a stone dropped into a still lake.
From the Rising Sun Country in the east to the European Alliance in the west, from the Lucy Nation in the north to the West India Country in the south, even the fallen zones were affected.
The whole world was shaken, as if a magnitude-nine earthquake had struck.
Some celebrated and rejoiced wildly, while others trembled with fear and unease.
At that very moment.
The mood in the Holy Alliance Nation was anything but good. If anything, it was grim.
This was Lord of Lightning's earthly kingdom. It included more than just the United States; its territory spanned all of North and South America, covering as much as 42 million square kilometers. In a sense, it was the largest nation in history.
New Port City.
Once a bustling international metropolis and a global financial center, the city had rapidly fallen into disrepair over the past year. Its former splendor was gone.
The sky was gray, and the air was thick with a stifling, sorrowful mood. The faint sounds of gunfire and weeping drifted through the streets. Countless policemen and soldiers in black, bearing the emblem of the God of Lightning's church, patrolled fully armed, their expressions grave.
Since the night the incident occurred, New Port City had been under a complete lockdown and placed on the highest alert. All citizens had been strictly ordered to stay indoors. Anyone who disobeyed would be shot on sight.
James exhaled and gestured to his young partner. "Let's have a smoke."
Hawk nodded.
The two walked over to a corner. James pulled out a cigarette and tossed one to him, then lit his own and took a deep drag,