Brooklyn Bridge.
It was a suspension bridge between Manhattan Island and Brooklyn. At that moment, traffic streamed endlessly across it.
Inside a Cadillac, a boy of eight or nine leaned against the window, looking at the distant, brightly lit Manhattan Island.
Suddenly, the boy saw several streaks of fire shoot out from Manhattan Island like meteors.
The boy immediately turned back and said to a middle-aged woman who was on the phone, "Mommy, look, meteors."
His mother put down her phone and made a "shh" gesture.
The little boy covered his mouth, then looked out the window again. He saw those streaks of fire fly over the East River, and then something fell from the sky.
It landed on the broad surface of the river, splashing up several bursts of water that vanished in an instant.
Immediately after, those streaks of fire banked and flew toward Brooklyn Bridge. As they got closer, the little boy saw that they were "people" wearing silver-white, streamlined armor.
Those "people" flew over the bridge, flames flickering behind them, trails of blue smoke rising.
Then those trails of blue smoke curved in midair and fell toward the bridge deck one after another.
The next moment, in front of the Cadillac, fireballs suddenly exploded one after another on the bridge. One fireball after another blasted the cars driving across the bridge into the air and blew the bridge apart!
At once, the bridge deck tilted, and cars slid continuously toward the end, dropping into the river.
That Cadillac was no exception.
And similar incidents happened again, in the short time that followed, on other bridges connecting Manhattan Island to the outside world.
The night was lit by flames. Bridge after bridge was blown apart, and people's screams and the groaning of the bridges echoed through the