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

Chapter 203 The Darkest Day in America

For the American news media, these past few days have been nothing short of a never-ending carnival.

The speed at which headlines are updated is comparable to a factory assembly line. Before one hot topic has cooled down, another more explosive and bizarre event has already appeared. The editors wish they could stretch the day into forty-eight hours.

From Wakanda's meteoric rise to the enigmatic "divine revelation," to the visual impact of the Holy City's manifestation, and finally the federal government's dramatic "diversion of the disaster to the south"... each event was enough to send newspaper sales soaring.

The reporters were as excited as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and the entire media industry was immersed in a state of extreme busyness and excitement that was both painful and pleasurable.

Therefore, when the shocking news of the White House being hit by a plane spread, unlike Logan, all the media focused on the question: Is the president dead?

The news was quickly confirmed: President Coolidge, under the desperate protection of his guards, managed to get into the bunker in time. He suffered only minor injuries and shock from the shockwave of the explosion, and his life was not in danger.

At that moment, countless newspaper editorial offices echoed with sighs: "Alas, he's not dead!" (Regret.JPG)

No, it should be—thank God! The President is safe and sound, which is a blessing for the country. We don't have to change two presidents in one year!
It's a pity, but the news still needs to be reported.

The media quickly shifted their focus to the attack itself.

Who is so creative? Who would think of using an airplane as a weapon for suicide attacks?
Some media outlets initially speculated that Wakanda was the one who had become so arrogant after receiving "divine favor" and wanted to change the world in America!

However, news soon came from Mississippi: Jackson Square, a pilgrimage site in Wakanda, had also been attacked by two suicide planes! This resulted in numerous casualties among the Black pilgrims who had come to the site.
What? The White House and Wakanda were attacked in the same way?

What is the relationship between these two parties? Who has such a deep-seated hatred for both of them?
Almost without much thought, a ready-made villain leaps off the page—the British Empire!
Many media outlets speculate that it was retaliation by British spies against the White House and Wakanda!
Ignoring media speculation, the federal government issued the first nationwide no-fly order in American history: effective immediately, all aircraft in the United States, whether military, civilian or private, are grounded and existing flights are to be forced to land at the nearest airport!
At the same time, the entire federal machinery of violence was activated.

The Department of Justice, the Bureau of Investigation, the Washington, D.C. Police... almost the entire force was mobilized, like a comb, frantically investigating every clue along the possible flight path of the plane.

Aviation technology was underdeveloped at that time, and aircraft had short ranges, so they had to rely on airports along the way for refueling, maintenance, and supplies.

Following this lead, they soon made progress.

The Bureau of Investigation received a tip and discovered another plane in Virginia that was traveling with the plane that attacked the White House—originally, there were two planes that were also planning to attack the White House, but one of them malfunctioned en route and had to land.

The pilot had already escaped, but he was soon caught in the clutches of the law in the face of the fully operational machine of violence.

Before investigators could even feel relieved for the president—if both planes had come at him at once, he probably wouldn't have been seriously injured—they learned from the attackers that they had prepared a total of eight planes for this suicide attack!

All the investigators felt a chill run down their spines. So far, only four have been discovered. What about the other four?
Because all the plans were arranged by Patton, who had already passed away and returned to the White House, the captured attackers were unaware of them.

But news soon came from the north that four planes had defied the no-fly zone order and broken through the blockade to take off from a small airport in Philadelphia. Their destination was unknown, but their flight path was heading northeast!

The investigators' expressions changed drastically.

That direction is New York!

The alert was relayed to the New York City authorities as quickly as possible.

The New York City Hall bureaucrats demonstrated unprecedented efficiency; within ten minutes of the warning being confirmed, the mayor, council members, department heads, and their cronies had all been evacuated to a safe location, leaving only an empty building.

—We are so important that we must be the attackers' biggest target. For the sake of this city's future, we have no choice but to be the first to evacuate!
Only then is the alarm relayed to other places.

But then, New Yorkers even saw airplanes!

……

The mouth of the Hudson River in New York City.

The Statue of Liberty stands majestically in the sunlight, wearing a radiant crown, raising the torch of freedom in her right hand, holding the plaque of the Declaration of Independence in her left, and standing on broken handcuffs, shackles, and chains.

The base is inscribed with the famous lines of poetry: "Let those who have traveled long and hard times, weary and penniless, yearning for the air of freedom, huddle together in my embrace! I stand at the Golden Gate, holding high the lamp of liberty." At this moment, many tourists are indeed embracing the Statue of Liberty.

They climbed the internal steps to the crown observation deck above the statue of the goddess, looking down with great interest at the various ships coming and going in New York Harbor, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility and grandeur.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from the horizon.

Two planes are flying towards Liberty Island.

On the observation deck, unsuspecting tourists thought it was a normal air show or a sightseeing plane, and even excitedly waved to the plane that was flying closer and closer.

But as they waved their arms, they realized that the plane's flight path was so unsettling.
Too low! Too straight! Too fast!
"Oh My God!!! No-"

The terrified scream had barely escaped its lips when the first plane, like a moth drawn to a flame, crashed straight into the Statue of Liberty's proud head—the base of its crown and torch!

A huge, orange-red fireball suddenly exploded above the statue of the goddess! The torch, symbolizing freedom and hope, twisted and broke in the explosion, turning into burning fragments that fell into the sea below.

Just two seconds later, the second plane followed closely behind and "entered the goddess's embrace"!
"Boom!"

Under the gaze of countless desperate eyes, the magnificent 93-meter-tall statue let out a heartbreaking groan as its metal twisted and broke in half!

The upper body, along with the mangled head and broken torch, leaned and fell irrevocably amidst the burning flames and billowing smoke, sending up a towering column of water!

Only the massive, charred leg base remains, like the remains of a decapitated giant, stubbornly and tragically standing on Freedom Island, pointing towards the sky.

Time seems to have stopped!
In New York Harbor, everyone on board the ships, captains, sailors, and passengers alike, stood frozen in disbelief, watching this breathtaking scene unfold as if a myth had been shattered.

It wasn't until some ships, due to crew negligence, crashed straight into the ships in front, producing a piercing thud, that people snapped out of their daze.

"A ship has collided!"

"Get out of the way!"

"My God! The statue... the statue has fallen!"

The once orderly waterway was thrown into chaos, with ships colliding and running aground. Cries for help mingled with desperate wails, echoing throughout New York Harbor.

New York Harbor is in complete chaos!

No, if someone were to look down on New York City from above right now, they would see that the entire city, from Manhattan to Lower Manhattan, was in a state of chaotic utter chaos.

Two other planes were likely heading towards Wall Street, but presumably the attackers were unfamiliar with the area, and they ultimately failed to reach their intended targets.

One of the planes crashed into a more than ten-story commercial building in Lower Manhattan, while the other crashed into the top floor of a nearby office building.

The massive explosion and ensuing fire, while not directly destroying Wall Street, were enough to cause a nervous breakdown in the financial markets.

Wall Street stocks plummeted at a freefall speed!
That evening, the extra edition of The Sun featured only one striking black-and-white photograph on its front page, taking up the entire space:

In the photo, the once majestic Statue of Liberty stands forlornly in the twilight, its base scarred and its skirt partially intact.

Below the photo, there is only one line of bold text—

The darkest day in American history!
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(End of this chapter)