New York had been leveled. Those high-tech drones were gradually reshaping the city into something else, and no one could stop the process.
The National Guard and even the military had arrived, but the situation on the scene was somewhat... awkward.
"People on the other side! You have violated—"
"Fuck that. Let me talk."
The commanding officer snatched the radio away—though they had actually been standing here for quite a while already.
At first, they had been incredibly nervous and sent out a rookie soldier to call out. No one knew what to say to aliens. Under normal circumstances, superheroes handled things like this.
So the rookie could only recite legal provisions and the like. But the other side ignored them completely. As the reconstruction progressed, those huge robots gestured for them to move their armored units aside while expressionlessly crushing any armored vehicles they had not driven away into scrap metal with their bare hands.
Yet strangely enough, no one had died in this... invasion.
That was why this general had stepped forward—this was a great opportunity to make contact with aliens. Aliens this mild-mannered were not easy to come by.
Maybe they understood what laws were?
"Aliens in there, listen up! You have broken the law! Earth will not let you do whatever you please! The United States certainly will not! Put down your weapons and submit to inspection, and perhaps we can still cooperate amicably!"
A Titan Robot in the middle of construction raised its head. The general's eyes lit up—were they finally willing to negotiate?
But then the armor plates on Titan's shoulders opened, revealing missile launchers...
Boom!
In an instant, hundreds of missiles launched at once! Terrifying explosions erupted behind him!
"Another strike will commence in thirty seconds. Any unauthorized units within the controlled zone