The tense atmosphere between the two sides lasted until the end of February.
Charlie, unable to travel to Yellowstone Park due to the nationwide martial law, once again heard the piercing air raid sirens blaring over the city.
He turned on the radio while he was in the RV park.
Sure enough, I heard the same emergency announcement as last time, but the host seemed to have learned from experience and didn't stutter like last time.
Charlie snapped the radio off, pulled the blanket over his head, and went back to sleep.
He stopped caring.
Humanity, already fighting amongst itself on the verge of doomsday, is beyond saving.
The engines roared, and pilot George took off again.
The other pilots were already chatting on the call channel.
"Are we going to face those alien fighters again this time?"
"I've heard that's true. Hopefully, they'll exercise restraint this time, just like last time..."
George didn't speak, gazing at the blue sky and the sea outside, his flight gloves soaked with sweat.
Their mission this time was to locate the enemy's mother ship and then launch an attack.
This was clearly not an easy task, but what made it even more difficult was that he had heard that those alien fleets, like their aircraft, could teleport instantly.
There's no way they can catch each other...
This is an impossible task.
At this time, on the eastern coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
Even in winter, many people can still enjoy a leisurely stroll on the beach, including couples and the elderly.
But suddenly, screams rang out from the crowd.
What's that over there at sea?
Everyone looked out to sea.
Suddenly, a massive fleet appeared on the previously empty sea, and even the people on the shore could feel the oppressive aura emanating from the giant ships...
Someone tried to take a picture with their phone, but the next second the fleet suddenly disappeared, as if nothing had happened, with only the waves on the sea remaining unchanged.
"Is it a mirage?" m.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and speculated about various possibilities.
Meanwhile, on the fleet, Zhang Tianyuan wiped away his sweat.
Unfortunately, my GPS location was set too close to the shore.
That distance likely means they've entered territorial waters.
So he immediately jumped again.
This time there won't be any problems; at least we can't see the shore anymore.
The ship's fighter jets began taking off one after another, treating this as a live-fire exercise.
Zhang Tianyuan soon brought back more fighter jets from the Legend Spacetime to the "2012" timeline.
Soon, an Atlantic Ocean offensive was launched.
Air raid sirens blared over coastal cities...
at the same time.
Carl was in Thomas's office, holding a copy of the latest manifesto, silently reading it aloud.
This is a declaration of "condemnation".
After this period of preparation, public resentment had matured, and with the Mutual Aid Society's air blockade once again intensifying, their domestic opposition believed the time was ripe.
So they specifically gave him this "declaration of condemnation" and asked him to read it aloud in a nationally televised address.
The contents of this declaration were nothing special; it simply demanded that Elder Zhou and his group immediately repatriate Thomas, or else they would take drastic measures.
Carl knew that this declaration was not what it seemed; it appeared to be about Thomas, but in reality, it was just a way to get the Mutual Aid Society and Elder Zhou to back down.
This way, the opposition can then negotiate the price.
In fact, the opposition wasn't stupid. They knew that the Global Great Migration Plan was the best way to deal with the apocalypse, and they also knew that no matter how they fought, they could never be a match for the nine fleets on the east and west coasts.
They simply didn't want to relinquish their power, nor did they want to be bound by the Mutual Aid Society in a parallel universe.
So they're just trying to use this resistance to bargain.
They also realized that Elder Zhou and his group did not want to cause trouble during the great migration, which is why they decided to resist to the end, even at the cost of actively provoking conflict.
The purpose was to use the conflict to divert attention and hinder Elder Zhou's Great Migration Plan.
This is essentially the same strategy that Elder Zhou and his team are currently employing.
However, the opposition's cards were too weak.
Unbeknownst to them, after the Mutual Aid Society revealed its hand, even the fence-sitters sided with them...
Not everyone is willing to risk their life, especially when they are promised priority access to certain benefits in a parallel universe.
Carl held the declaration in his hand, glanced at it hastily, and then stopped thinking about it. Instead, he took out another declaration from his office drawer.
"This is what I'm really going to read today..."
"Sir, the live broadcast is ready." The secretary suddenly walked in to announce, giving him a barely perceptible nod at the same time.
"I understand, let's begin." Carl understood, simply placing his own manuscript on the table while casually tossing the declaration of war into the trash can.
The TV crew quickly entered the office, set up the cameras, pointed the lenses at the classic desk, and even arranged...
The Mike was placed in front of Carl.
The machine started operating.
Carl interlaced his fingers, looking straight at the camera:
"My fellow countrymen, today I will be giving my first speech to you since taking office."
"Unfortunately, this is not a good time. Our national state of emergency has been in effect for almost a month. Just now, I received news that unidentified warplanes have reappeared on our east and west coasts..."
In Times Square, tens of thousands of people looked up at the giant screen in the square.
In hospitals, schools, restaurants, air-raid shelters...
In countless homes, countless people watched Carl and listened to his every word.
As Carl explained the appearance of the unidentified fighter jet and the national state of emergency, people's emotions gradually rose.
"Hang the traitor Thomas!"
"Counterattack immediately!!"
The people gathered outdoors cheered, as if they had already anticipated what Carl was about to say.
However, after Carl finished explaining these circumstances, he suddenly paused for a moment and closed his eyes.
It took almost half a minute before he opened his eyes again.
"I know what you who are watching me want me to say and do next, because someone has been guiding you like this for the past month."
As if struck by lightning, the moment those words were spoken, some people immediately sensed something was amiss.
In the opposition's stronghold, several generals picked up the phone and demanded that Carl's live broadcast be stopped immediately.
However, it was only then that they discovered the communication signals had been blocked.
I rushed out of the air-raid shelter, only to find that it was already surrounded by people...
Carl continued speaking, his tone gradually becoming more impassioned. He even stood up, tapped his hand on the desk, and looked down at the camera.
"We've been very abnormal for the past month, not because our country is in a state of emergency, but because we've been collectively framing a hero!"
" Thomas, he's not a traitor, he's a hero!"
He is doing something great!
"And the so-called enemy we've created through media and public opinion over the past month is actually protecting him from harm."
"I have decided to make a visit soon at an appropriate time to welcome back our captain, and I sincerely hope that our allies will stand with me."
"We will hold a historic meeting there and launch an action that will impact human history."