American Strategic Deception Bureau

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　Standing on the devastated helipad, looking across the East River at the Manhattan skyscrapers, their lights sparse and flames flickering, Secretary Jones couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I'm actually going to fight alongside this bunch of extraordinary lunatics. I wonder what the future holds for me."

　"Why overthink it? Jim, we never thought we could leave this city alive."

　A handsome middle-aged man with a mustache and dark skin came up from behind and tried to persuade them, "As long as we can raise the red flag in New York and let the whole world see us fighting in the heart of capitalism, any price is worth it!

　"Anyway, we probably won't live much longer! Why bother thinking so much about what happens after death?"

　Che Guevara stood on the shore, looking at the shadowy United Nations Building on the other side of the East River, and said this in English with a slight Latin American accent.

　——When he arrived in New York, Che Guevara regarded the New York Uprising as the last battle of his life.

　After leaving Cuba, Che Guevara traveled across Latin America, Africa, and Southeast Asia, spreading the flame of proletarian revolution. During this time, he sought support in Moscow and sought advice in Beijing, encountering countless setbacks and failures, yet remained resilient and unyielding.

　Over the past decade, Che Guevara has become extremely famous among the world's left-wing revolutionary youth and has become a star idol.

　However, as time went by and his attempts to launch revolutions failed again and again, Che Guevara began to feel tired and bored.

　He had a premonition that he would not be able to see the victory of the world revolution, and gradually began to want to die gloriously in a great and vigorous battle.

　If we always stay in the remote countryside and tropical rainforests, no matter how many plantations and small villages we conquer, we won't be able to shake the deep-rooted capitalist camp. On the other hand, if we can capture even one district in New York and raise the red flag, we will immediately make a sensation around the world!

　Admittedly, this behavior is definitely risky, but as a popular traffic star, you should risk your life to attract attention!

　Why be a revolutionary if you are afraid of death?

　So when

　When Jim Jones invited him to come to the United States to "join in the effort" and "do something big" in front of the whole world, Che Guevara readily agreed and rushed to Jones's side as quickly as possible to offer him advice and contribute with great revolutionary enthusiasm.

　In reality, Jones, who had practically no experience in armed struggle, his skills revolving around religion and charlatanism, and a serious lack of military combat experience, was able to mobilize an armed force of nearly 10,000 men from Queens, New York, in such a short period of time. This was possible thanks to the generous financial support and support of various sponsors, as well as the personal guidance of Che Guevara, a veteran guerrilla warfare expert.

　Now, although the process was somewhat magical and seemed to be mixed with some "brain-trembling" supernatural factors, no matter what, the red flag of the proletarian revolution was finally raised in New York, and the vanguard of a red army was only separated from Manhattan by the East River.

　As for what to do after breaking into Manhattan and breaking through Wall Street, Che Guevara hardly thought about it.

　Anyway, he had already prepared himself to die in battle in New York, so it was worth it to live such a glorious life.

　Of course, they haven't made it to Manhattan yet, so they have to keep trying and not fail at the last step.

　"I wonder how the Black Panther uprising in the Bronx is doing now? Have they carried out a massacre in Central Park, or are they still fighting with the reactionary armed forces in the Bronx?" Che Guevara looked back at the northern sky and asked Jones.

　——While many supernatural groups that believe in the Dark Sun were causing chaos in Manhattan by blowing up shit and spreading poison that night, and the People's Temple was raising its flag in Queens and Brooklyn, the Black Panther Party, an armed black organization in the Bronx, also launched an armed uprising on this chaotic night.

　According to pre-war negotiations, the two sides would jointly establish the New York Commune after the war. As for the proportion of power within the Commune, it would depend on their performance on the battlefield.

　In short, theoretically speaking, no party in an alliance can sit back and do nothing, trying to take advantage of the achievements of its allies.

　Moreover, the dire situation and the fact that the New York Commune's lifespan could only be measured in days made the struggle for power and profit meaningless.

　According to the People's Temple, since they only seek fame and not real profit, the Black Panther Party should work hard this time.

　However, ideas are ideas, and reality is reality. Especially after witnessing the dismal performance and abstract expressions of various black "revolutionaries" in Africa, Che Guevara seems to be less confident in the fighting power and reliability of American blacks...

　"According to the victory reports sent by the other side via radio, they should have reached Greenwich Street and are fighting in the shadows of the skyscrapers. But the problem is, we are looking at Manhattan Island from Wall Street to Central Park, and there seems to be no obvious gunfire."

　Secretary Jones shrugged. "It can't be helped. Black comrades tend to brag and be unreliable, and the Black Panther Party is no exception."

　"Well, at any rate, as long as the Black Panthers are genuinely fighting, we should be satisfied.

　Regardless of whether the Black Panther Party's armed forces rely on

　"No matter where we hit, after the poison gas dissipates at dawn, we will rush across the East River along the Brooklyn Bridge and continue our march towards Manhattan! By the way, have you taken control of the Brooklyn Bridge?"

　Che Guevara suddenly asked.

　"We have taken control of the bridge. The reactionary military and police seem to have no time to care about it and may even have lost their command system."

　Secretary Jones replied, "This is all thanks to the Dark Sun Cult. They've driven Manhattan's class enemies completely mad!"

　Although the Dark Sun Cult didn't directly kill many people in Manhattan, their actions of blowing up shit from the sewers and poisoning it were clearly terrorist attacks and excessive violence against civilians, making them war criminals worthy of being brought to an international court.

　If you were a Puritan revolutionary with obsessive-compulsive disorder, you would probably be disgusted by this kind of behavior that has no bottom line and lacks moral integrity.

　However, Che Guevara in this dimension is no pushover either. In order to advance the world's revolutionary process, he repeatedly waged a "dirty war" of "looting, burning, and killing" in Africa, Latin America, and Southeast Asia, and his methods were no less brutal than those of the adventurers of the colonial era.

　Therefore, instead of feeling any resistance to the insane methods used by his ally, the Dark Sun Cult, he rather admired them.

　Treat your enemies as ruthlessly as autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves!

　Of course, admiration is admiration and allies are allies, but Che Guevara also knew that the two sides were not on the same side after all.

　If you want to raise the red flag on Manhattan Island, you have to rely on the revolutionary fighters around you to fight for it!

　Hopefully, the New York State National Guard will arrive a little later! Just wait until the insurgents cross the Brooklyn Bridge and enter Manhattan!

　The workers' armed forces around him were very immature in all aspects and could not fight the complex and brutal amphibious landing battle on the enemy's beach!

　If the enemy takes the initiative to cut off the bridge and set up defenses on the shore, trapping the rebels in Donghe River, all their efforts will be in vain!

　As Che Guevara thought so, he watched the sky gradually turn pale. With the help of the faint morning light of the rising sun, he raised the telescope and once again pointed it at Manhattan Island across the East River... Then, his hands froze involuntarily and he was stunned.

　"Comrade Jim, are you sure you haven't sent an advance team to Manhattan before? What's going on over there at the Empire State Building?"

　After a while, Che Guevara put down the telescope and asked Jim Jones with a suspicious look on his face.

　Empire State Building?

　What happened there?

　Jim Jones, confused, looked at Che Guevara in confusion, snatched the telescope from his hand, and looked towards the other side.

　Then he saw the antenna tower atop the Empire State Building, still the world's tallest building, on Manhattan Island across the East River. That architectural wonder of the 1930s, where King Kong, the super-gorilla, climbed up and smacked an airplane with his palm in the movie, and where the Empire State Building, still the world's tallest building, stood...

　A huge red flag with a hammer and sickle was flying in the sky!

　The bright colors sparkled in the rising sun, like a burning flame, leaping over Manhattan!

　Chapter 498: Raising a red flag on the ground and stealing gold underground (more updates, please vote)

　When the first rays of dawn on the morning of August 1, 1970, shone over Manhattan Island in New York, which had been in turmoil all night, those who looked up at the city skyline were all shocked to find an incredible scene!

　——The Empire State Building, the tallest, most spectacular and most famous building in the entire Manhattan skyscraper complex, is 448.7 meters high including the antenna tower on the top. At some point, someone had hung a huge red flag with a hammer and sickle on its top!

　Looking up from the ground, and estimating the proportions of the red flag to the Empire State Building itself, the actual size of the red flag should be as big as the sail of a sailboat.

　At this moment, under the shining of the rising sun, the red flag was coated with a layer of faint golden glow, making it look even more bright and dazzling, and captivating.

　A giant red flag with a hammer and sickle wasn't uncommon in the heyday of the Soviet Union. But seeing one this large atop the Empire State Building in Manhattan, towering over the entire central business district, it evoked a sense of unhinged devastation.

　Inside the United Nations Building on the east side of Manhattan Island, countless diplomats from all over the world, all those who were still awake at the moment, were all stunned to see the huge red flag with a sickle and hammer proudly flying over Manhattan Island, the heart of the capitalist camp!

　Some were in mourning, others were jumping for joy, but the majority were in disarray and in disbelief.

　As for the interns sent to the United Nations by American universities, due to the ideological imprint of long-term demonization propaganda during the Cold War, they almost had a mental breakdown when they saw the red flag with the hammer and sickle flying on the top of the Empire State Building, as if the sky had fallen!

　And those upper-class people who were still trapped in luxury hotels in Manhattan were all on pins and needles when they saw the red flag on the Empire State Building.

　All kinds of puzzled, bewildered and fearful expressions appeared on the faces of these men and women, and finally turned into a dreamlike confusion.

　However, countless journalists who aspired to win the Pulitzer Prize set up their cameras and took pictures of this famous scene at the Empire State Building.

　But in fact, the person who quietly raised the red flag under the cover of night was not a loyal Communist spy who bravely broke into the enemy's nest, but an American

　Major General Philip King, the first and last commander of the United States Space Forces in Vietnam, and his wife, Marita, the "Flower of the CIA."

　At this moment, they even continued to stay on the top observation deck of the Empire State Building without fear, watching the red flags fluttering in the wind.

　——No one came to disturb them, because the Empire State Building itself not only had a power outage, but the emergency generator was also destroyed. Even the people who were originally in the Empire State Building were bewitched by Ferry's wide-area mental magic, and tricked into leaving the building and escaping.

　When Phili and Marita hung the red flag on the top of the building, the entire Empire State Building was almost empty.

　"Oh, this is so much fun! Hoisting the Bolshevik red flag on top of the Empire State Building!

　This is truly scarier than any Halloween prank!

　Well, for some, even scarier than Hollywood horror movies!

　It'll definitely give those granite-headed old fogies a heart attack!"

　Looking up at the huge red flag on top of the Empire State Building, Marita couldn't help but put her hands on her hips proudly, feeling proud of the feat she and her husband had just accomplished.

　Looking at the red flag flying above her head and the devastated streets below her feet, she felt as if she was possessed by the Soviet soldier who once raised the red flag on the Reichstag in Berlin and the American Marine warrior who raised the Star-Spangled Banner on Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima. Her heart was truly surging and full of pride!

　——As a silly beauty, Marita naturally has no ideal of liberating all mankind in her mind. She just thinks it is cool.

　If the environment wasn't so inappropriate, she might have taken off her pants and let Fili "fuck" her here as a souvenir!

　But the excitement that filled her soul, the excitement that was about to overflow, still made Marita glow.

　Endless joy surged from her heart uncontrollably, the feeling was a hundred times better than taking anesthesia!

　Is this what they call a sense of accomplishment?

　"Raising a red flag from the Empire State Building is exciting, right? Want to try something more exciting?"

　Fili, who also looked very proud, turned around with a smile, stretched out his hand to scratch Marita's chin like a cat, and asked.

　"Is there something more exciting? Okay, okay?"

　Marita, who had just gone crazy, had her eyes light up when she heard this and nodded repeatedly, "Where are we going to play next?"

　"How about we act like a pair of thieves and rob a bank?" said Fili.

　"Robbing a bank? That's it?" Marita curled her lips. Although for ordinary people, robbing a bank is already an intense sport that can make people's heart beat faster and adrenaline flow wildly. But in the eyes of Marita who just messed up New York... this is nothing?

　Just in the past night, because of the crazy potion mixed with feces and urine that evaporates into poisonous gas, countless banks in Manhattan have been robbed by crazy thugs - or in other words, it is difficult to find a bank in Manhattan that has not been robbed!

　As for the police? After smelling the insane gas, the police themselves are going crazy! Some of them can rob banks faster than the criminals!

　Of course, on this crazy night, the ones who were most active in robbing the bank were the bank's own managers, employees, and security personnel...

　"Hahaha, how could people like us rob an ordinary bank? If we're going to rob, we'll rob the biggest one!"

　Fili laughed heartily, "The next goal is to rob the Federal Reserve! Empty the world's most famous super vault!"

　"The Federal Reserve's New York vault? Oh yeah! How could I forget there's such a thing in Manhattan!"

　After hearing what Fili said, Marita, who was originally uninterested, couldn't help but become interested and interested.

　Before leaving, Ferry destroyed the elevators, emergency exits, and employee passages leading to the top of the Empire State Building, and sealed the doors with quick-drying cement.

　I believe that after all this trouble, at least before the revolutionary fighters in New York are annihilated, there should not be any "ox-horse holy worker" with the "capitalist spirit" in his head who would be willing to use the method of barehanded rock climbing to climb from the outside of the Empire State Building to the top of the building to take down the red flag?

　As long as the red flag on the top of the Empire State Building does not fall, Wall Street financiers will be frightened and unable to sleep peacefully...

　——Compared to being hanged on the street lamp by the Bolsheviks on Wall Street, bowing to the White House and handing over the Federal Reserve does not seem so difficult to accept.

　And Firi, the worker for American imperialism, has successfully completed his mission!

　Row.

　The Federal Reserve Bank of New York is a massive structure built of massive stones, said to be as strong as a fortress. Twenty-five meters beneath the building, buried in granite, lies the world's largest gold vault, housing over 7000 tons of gold—roughly a quarter of the world's total gold reserves!

　It's said that this world's largest vault boasts the world's most advanced security system, with numerous armed guards on duty around the clock. The entrance is a 90-ton solid steel cylinder reinforced with 140 tons of steel and concrete. In addition, there are a variety of high-tech anti-theft devices, and the door itself is so strong that even artillery shells can't blow it open...

　Even though there was chaos in Manhattan last night, the armed guards at the Federal Reserve vault still wore gas masks and stayed at their posts.

　Unfortunately, these anti-theft measures can only prevent theft and robbery by ordinary mortals, but are powerless against the supernatural powers of extraordinary people.

　At the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, Ferry simply cast an "Expel Idlers" spell, and those dedicated guards and bank employees all left the bank building with dazed eyes - who could blame the fact that dozens of them couldn't put together a protective mental amulet?

　Then, Firi casually used a "knocking spell" specifically for unlocking the door, and the door of the Federal Reserve vault automatically opened for him.

　As for the various anti-theft measures that followed, they were all useless to Firi, the evil god's follower who did not follow the beaten path.

　At this moment, Marita was being held by him, walking hand in hand in this vault that was the dream of thieves all over the world. Just like Granny Liu when she first entered the Grand View Garden, she was almost dazzled by the "mountains of gold". For a moment, she couldn't help swallowing her saliva, her eyes full of greed.

　The entire underground vault of the Federal Reserve is half the size of a football field and is divided into 122 small vaults. Standard 400-ounce gold bars, 172mm long, 84mm wide and 41mm thick, lie quietly on the shelves, piled up like mountains, emitting the unique cold light of metal. At first glance, it is full of golden glow and brilliance, which is truly captivating as if it has magic.

　She couldn't help but stretch out her hands and forcefully pick up a heavy 400-ounce gold bar. She examined it carefully. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, almost reflecting a person's shadow. Its corners were slightly rounded, but the edges were still sharp. Under the light, its deep golden color was particularly dazzling.

　The light shines on the surface of the gold bricks, reflecting each other, just like a flowing golden river, which makes people intoxicated.

　The allure of a single gold brick is already so captivating, but what's piled here is over 7,000 tons of gold! It's truly insane!

　When Marita was deeply obsessed with the charm of gold and almost lost her ability to move, Feri had already started to take action.

　He held the purple skull emblem in his hand and chanted a few difficult incantations. Then the gold bars in the Federal Reserve vault began to disappear in large numbers, just like being erased from a picture. In just half an hour, the entire underground vault of the Federal Reserve had been cleared out by Fili.

　Although Fili's personal storage couldn't hold the approximately 100,000 gold bars in the Federal Reserve vault, as a follower of the Prince of Lies, it wasn't difficult for him to pray for divine grace through the "system" to temporarily increase the storage capacity of his personal storage.

　After all, gold is extremely dense. Even if there are more than 7,000 tons of gold piled together, it would only take up less than 400 cubic meters.

　However, just when Marita was overjoyed to think that Feri would take all the gold away so that she could swim in a pool of gold coins in the future.

　Fili simply walked to the lobby of the Federal Reserve Bank of New York on the first floor above the vault and laid out the gold bars again, filling the entire floor. He even spread them all the way up the stairs to the second floor and along the corridor to the offices in the back...