I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 130 The real big shots never flinch in the face of explosions (Bonus chapter for 1500 monthly votes)

The second battle over the demolition began amidst deafening gunfire.

Warren Snow stood behind the artillery position, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The previous defeat did not anger him; instead, it fueled his even stronger desire to conquer.

That's really tough stuff!
He really loves tackling tough challenges!
He tried his best to persuade the old guys in the mafia—if even cannons and tanks couldn't take over the young guys' territory, the old guys were starting to back down—when gangsters do something, they either don't do it at all, or they do it to the extreme!

To show his determination, he swore an oath in front of the old men, "God is my witness, if I don't raze the demolition area to the ground this time, I won't come back!"

"You will either receive news of my victory or news of my death; there will be no third outcome!"

In the end, he persuaded the old folks to increase their investment in purchasing more "demolition tools," and the government surprisingly cooperated without hesitation.

Warren was too lazy to think about the government's ulterior motives; if the other party was willing to give it to him, he was willing to use it!
Then he brought more cannons and more shells.

As the cannons spewed fire, shells rained down, ravaging the already devastated streets once more.

The smoke from the gunpowder rose slowly, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The onlookers, who were watching the battle for the first time, were so frightened by the terrifying spectacle that they fell silent. Even the most boisterous "Black Gang Cult" followers stared blankly, with only the roar of exploding shells echoing in the air.

Inside the restaurant of the Wall Street building, the "VIPs" were too frightened to speak in the face of this scene. Only two active-duty soldiers remained calm and even had the leisure to comment on the battle situation.

MacArthur calmly replied, "If we deploy heavy artillery, cannons alone will suffice to solve the problem."

Guderian shook his head: "If it were the Wall Street district where we are, even heavy artillery wouldn't be effective. The high-rise buildings in the area can withstand far more damage than we can imagine."

MacArthur looked at it for a while and nodded in agreement.

As a reference, although the buildings in the demolition area are not tall overall, as long as they are made of reinforced concrete, they can basically maintain their frames without collapsing under continuous bombardment.

In a steel jungle-like neighborhood, even deploying heavy artillery would probably be too much of a challenge.

The battle continued.

After the artillery bombardment, Warren changed tactics this time.

He stopped splitting his forces and concentrated all his tanks and troops, preparing to advance straight ahead!

Even so, a similar scenario to the last one still occurred.

As the demolition team advanced, it was as if enemies were lurking behind every window and every pile of rubble; even in piles of rubble that seemed unlikely to harbor any living people, sniper bullets could emerge.

The defending forces also seemed to have concentrated their defensive forces, and the intensity of their sniper firepower was greatly increased.

The elusive defenders could even emerge from the ruins behind the attackers' rear, launching a pincer attack.

MacArthur hit the nail on the head: "They've dug a tunnel down there."

Guderian nodded in agreement. "The garrison has put a lot of thought into this."

During their discussion, a tank squad was the first to be hit.

First, they were blocked by a terrifying barrage of metal bullets from heavy machine guns and the squad behind them. Then, they were destroyed by "nails" that emerged from the nearby ruins, which were then blown up with homemade "cluster bombs"!
Once the subsequent support teams unleashed their firepower on the machine gun positions and the "nail" hiding places, they all withdrew.

Guderian raised an eyebrow: "Excellent! The defending side must have strict tactical discipline. I calculated that the firing positions almost never stay in one place for more than two minutes..."

"This place is actually a gang?"

The American gangs are truly terrifying.

MacArthur, however, was not surprised. "It's gang territory, but the people fighting aren't necessarily gangsters."

For example, some demolition teams even have retired U.S. military personnel among them. But that doesn't need further explanation.

MacArthur subtly changed the subject, saying, "If the attacking side doesn't come up with a solution, they'll suffer a great loss."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Warren ordered the artillery to enter the demolition zone and destroy all buildings in the way, including piles of rubble, using close-range direct fire.

Tanks are the same; they spare no ammunition, turning any suspected "roadblocks" into rubble or fragments.

He seemed to realize the existence of the tunnel system and ordered the demolition team to immediately throw grenades to blow up every tunnel entrance they found.

"You're quick-witted," MacArthur couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "The defenders are in trouble!"

Guderian also gained a lot of inspiration from this wave of tactical adjustments. "Hmm, tanks are actually not very effective in urban warfare. We should develop a dedicated urban breaching gun to use for heavy artillery sweeping in street fighting..."

"We should also develop engineering vehicles that can pump gasoline into tunnels, which, when used with flamethrowers, would be incredibly effective against urban tunnels..."

MacArthur couldn't help but glance at him; this guy certainly had ideas about mechanized warfare.

They were learning, but the garrison seemed to have no time to learn.

With artillery "fixed to bayonets," tanks transformed into "bulldozers," and tunnel entrances cleared one by one, the defending troops retreated step by step, eventually forced to huddle in a small area, stubbornly resisting with only a few buildings that had withstood the artillery fire.

Warren couldn't wait to personally "crush the hardest skulls," so he rode in a tank into the demolition area.

He then pretended to send people to persuade them to surrender again, saying, "Make them all come out and surrender with their underwear up. Remember, only underwear up is allowed to surrender!"

"..."

Silence reigned in the final defensive zone.

MacArthur then stood up and said calmly, "The game is basically over here. The defenders didn't give me any surprises this time..."

Before he could finish speaking—

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Manhattan!

The building he was in seemed to be shaking, the glass windows were buzzing, and the chandelier on the top floor was swinging wildly.

MacArthur's eyes widened: "This is..."

Guderian couldn't help but stand up: "What spirited defenders! Did they detonate the explosives planted in the tunnels?!"

A huge fireball rose from the ground, causing the entire demolition area to shake violently, and the remaining buildings on the surface were completely razed to the ground.

Then, a mushroom cloud mixed with blood-red smoke rose into the sky, as if the gates of hell had opened on earth.

Everyone, including the two active-duty soldiers, was speechless with shock at this cruel yet somewhat beautiful scene.

In the Voice of Freedom live broadcast studio, Jeff Hackman remained motionless for a long time, unaware that the microphone had slipped from his hands.

Only Logan, after his eyes widened slightly, spoke into the microphone in a calm, almost serene tone:
"Listeners, I can now announce that the demolition work in the New York demolition zone is 100% complete!"

Jeff Hackman turned to look at Logan blankly, speechless with shock!

At a time like this, you're actually concerned about the demolition progress?!

You didn't even frown?!
To be this calm and collected is just too much!
……

(End of this chapter)