Готовый перевод Shadow Empire: My Army of Dead Conquers America / Армия мертвецов: Захват Америки из тени: Глава 21

【Surprise attack on 358 low-level death warriors, battle concluded in 32 minutes and 26 seconds. Click to view casualty details…】

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The screen continuously refreshed battle reports.

Clicking randomly on one of them,

the casualty data appeared clearly:

【Deployment: 336 low-level death warriors】

【Casualties: 59 killed, 13 severely wounded, 12 lightly wounded】

【Battle losses: Gang leader Black killed, 6 key members perished, 146 gang members annihilated.】

【Loot list: 136 currency units (equivalent to 1.36 million USD), valuables including gold artifacts, luxury watches, jade, gemstones, etc.】

【Battle duration: 29 minutes and 35 seconds】

This haul of 1.36 million USD was merely their remaining cash. These gangs had long been bled dry, so such a meager return was expected.

Most of the gold and jewelry were stolen goods that Lin Haoyang had instructed his death warriors to sell to the gang members. Now, they were merely returned to their rightful owners.

As Lin Haoyang reviewed the battle report, a cold glint of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Profits and goods, he wanted it all.

As for those gang scum, now without further use? Their lives were as cheap as grass, worthless to discard.

They had always championed the law of the jungle; today, they had gotten what they deserved. (Limited-time event: June 22nd to 24th)

Meanwhile, **social media buzzed with heated discussions:

Are all New York cops dead? The emergency line is always busy!

They were fighting like a war zone downstairs, and not a single cop showed up!

This place is unlivable, I'm moving out at dawn!

Next time aliens appear in New York, I won't be surprised. This damn city is finished!

Our taxes fed to dogs! They should hang those freeloaders!

Help! They're exchanging gunfire downstairs! This place is terrifying!

Amidst the deafening gunshots and **sounds, New York citizens tremblingly refreshed social media, venting their fear through a flood of curses.

The police department's official website and the White House forum servers crashed under the torrent of angry messages, with pages still inaccessible. Vague live videos circulated on major platforms – filmed from high-rise buildings, the shaky footage showed intermittent flashes of fire. The comment sections presented a bizarre contrast: New Yorkers cursed furiously, while netizens from other regions watched collectively.

God! The cornfields of Arkansas suddenly look much better.

Is this not a filming location for a new Hollywood blockbuster?

Do New Yorkers need to buy bulletproof vests with their groceries?

That firepower... are you sure it wasn't a regular army raid?

Inside the White House in Washington, lights burned late into the night. The President, who had only slept for three hours, was roused by his guards and stumbled into the conference room, his tie still askew.

Shit! Has my New York become Baghdad? The President slammed his fist onto the oak table, sending a coffee cup flying. But no one knew how much of this rage stemmed from the sudden event and how much from his interrupted slumber.

His advisory team, mustering their energy, reported: No organization has yet claimed responsibility...

So you woke me up just to tell me that?! The President's roar made the crystal chandelier tremble slightly. The advisors exchanged glances – it seemed their superior had forgotten the emergency protocol again; this was the third time this month.

"Power and Interest."

"Your Excellency, the priority now is to quell public outrage, not investigate..." the advisor murmured, lowering his voice.

The President stared at the viral firefight video on his tablet, the angry comments in the thread like molten lava.

"Public opinion is spiraling out of control; we must act immediately," another advisor pushed a public opinion poll report onto the table. Their approval ratings were declining.

The President's pupils contracted sharply, as if he could hear the sound of votes slipping away.

He suddenly let out a light chuckle.

Indeed.

Those ants bleeding on the streets, those burning blocks, they were merely pawns on the chessboard. But the numbers in the ballot box were his foundation for survival.

Soon, the sound of rustling papers filled the conference room. Experts began formulating plans – statements to divert attention, carefully edited news clips, and, of course, necessary scapegoats. This was their most practiced play.

Amidst the ruins of Wall Street, Lin Haoyang's military boots crunched on shattered glass. The system's light panel floated in the moonlight:

[482,315 points]

The numbers still flickered, but slower now. He yawned and headed towards his temporary base. He should break the 500,000 mark before dawn.

Distant flames reddened the skyline, the entire city trembling amidst the embers. New Yorkers huddled behind curtains, enduring the long night amidst the rising wail of sirens.

Flames devoured the city, fire trucks raced desperately through the streets, but they could never outrun the spreading blaze.

There were simply too many fires; even their best efforts were like a drop in the ocean.

The death warriors who had completed their missions had long since dispersed, vanishing into the alleys like water seeping into a sponge.

As the morning light pierced through the curtains, Lin Haoyang awoke on time.

Kalena was still sound asleep beside him. He idly toyed with the soft form beside him, his fingertips changing shapes.

The system interface unfolded in his consciousness:

【Infinite Death Warrior System】

【Possessor: Lin Haoyang】

【Life: 21/86】

【Strength: 11 (Human limit 10)】

【Agility: 11 (Human limit 10)】

【Stamina: 11 (Human limit 10)】

【Intellect: 19 (Human limit 10)】

【Troops: 389,365 Basic Death Warriors / 10,000 Elite Killers / 1 Special Talent】

【Points: 513,647】

【Abilities: Martial Arts Mastery】

【Traits: Substitute Rebirth, Eidetic Memory, Omnilingualism】

【Facilities: Daily Shop (2 items purchasable, 1 refresh), Base (Level 4 Barracks, Level 2 Weapons Workshop, Level 2 Armor Workshop, Level 1 Training Camp), Storage Space (15m³)】

Seeing his points total exceeding 500,000, Lin Haoyang's lips curved into a victorious arc.

The plan was complete!

In the mall interface, two items glowed faintly.

【1. Death Warrior Special Training Camp Advancement Card. Original price: 1,000,000 points. Limited-time 50% off, now 500,000 points】

【2. Innate Skill [Death Warrior Domination]: Consumes a small amount of mental energy to project consciousness into any death warrior, gaining complete control. Detachment automatic upon death of host.】

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【Original price: 5,000,000 points. 90% off special offer, now 500,000 points】

Lin Haoyang chose the second option without hesitation.

His account, with over 510,000 points, was reduced to a mere fraction. Simultaneously, a golden orb appeared in his storage space – the skill carrier for [Death Warrior Domination].

With a thought, the skill activated.

Detailed usage instructions flooded Lin Haoyang's mind: activated via the subordinate interface by selecting a gold marker. The possessed death warrior gains localized command authority, forming a hierarchical structure – the host is the supreme ruler, and the possessor temporarily gains secondary command authority.

Upon disengagement or host death, temporary authority is automatically cleared.

Others might deem spending half their savings on this flashy skill a waste, but Lin Haoyang's lips curled into a playful arc.

After all, the invincible needed some amusement to break the monotony of life.

The data panel showed that the lightning operation, which swept through all of New York's gangs last night, had incurred a loss of just over 4,000 basic death warriors but reaped over 300,000 points. A truly profitable venture.

The only drawback was that the New York gang ecosystem had been uprooted, leaving this dungeon zone completely barren. Who knew how long it would take for new leeks to grow for harvesting.

Lin Haoyang was unconcerned. There were numerous underground forces globally; once this region was plundered, he would move to another.

No one truly cared about the lives of those on the fringes anyway.

Even if someone did, what could they do?

Facing the remaining 500,000 points in the mall for the Death Warrior Training Camp Upgrade Card, he had no intention of purchasing or storing it. The price was too high, not worth it.

Rather than have it sit there and clutter his vision, it was better to refresh.

Perhaps when it reappeared, he might get another discount.

He would decide based on the discounted price then.

With a shift of thought.

The refresh count reset to zero.

A golden light flashed, and six new items were displayed.

The first five were junk.

The sixth was a Physique Upgrade Card, priced at 10,000 points.

Finally, something practical.

He immediately bought and used it.

【Physique 11 → 12】

Endurance increased, stamina enhanced.

Physique truly was king. Lin Haoyang felt exceedingly pleased, and casually pulled the person beside him closer, beginning their morning workout.

(Event period: June 22nd to 24th)

...

Mmm? Nngh… Urgh…

Charging forward, fierce engagements.

The intense battle over, Lin Haoyang, bathed and changed, entered the living room in a bathrobe and settled onto the leather sofa.

At this moment, Gerice entered, reporting another matter.

**

"Young Master, the company registration procedures are proving troublesome; someone is interfering from behind the scenes."

Lin Haoyang raised an eyebrow. "Who is it? Have you found out? Is it the Eagle Nation officials?"

Gerice shook his head. "No, as far as I know, three capital families are involved."

Lin Haoyang mused. "Three families?"

Gerice confirmed. "Yes, the Colton, Max, and Hermes families. The specific reasons are unclear. But I plan to negotiate with them soon to understand their intentions."

Hearing these three names, Lin Haoyang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly understood – these were the families of those three brats he had beaten up on the top floor of the Walton Hotel.

He sneered and raised a hand to stop him. "No need to investigate. Go and gather detailed information and whereabouts of the members of these three families, and report to me as soon as possible."

Gerice withdrew with a sound of assent. "Yes, Young Master."

Lin Haoyang leaned back in his chair, lazily muttering, "Heh... Can't solve the problem? It's always possible to solve the people creating the problem, right? Since you're looking for death, I'll grant you your wish."

"It's strange though, Gerice not knowing about this."

"Hmm... indeed, the initial grudge was formed first, and he was recruited later."

"It's normal that he doesn't know the reason."

"Coincidentally, this can be an opportunity to test the combat effectiveness of the killer death warriors, and also to try out the innate skill [Death Warrior Domination]."

...

At the same moment.

Inside a top-tier private club in downtown New York.

The heads of the three capital families met again.

The number of bodyguards behind them was several times larger than last time, strictly on guard.

"Everyone saw the police station live broadcast incident the day before yesterday, right? That Chinese man, Lin Haoyang... managed to mobilize over ten thousand people to surround the police station."

"Heh! Just a bluff. He's merely a puppet, a front-man!"

"Exactly, a clown putting on a show, nothing to worry about."

"But what about the mysterious organization behind him? We targeted him before; could we face retaliation?"

"Hahaha... you worry too much... For that organization, Lin Haoyang is just a pawn they can discard at any time."

"Right, who would care about the life and death of a pawn?"

"Even if, for the sake of argument, they wanted revenge, would they dare offend all three of our families at once?"

"I suspect it won't be long before, as soon as we spread the word, that organization will proactively replace him – opposing us would bring them nothing but harm."

"In terms of influence, we are far more important than Lin Haoyang. Just wait and see; they will surely abandon this pawn to appease us."

...

After this conversation, the previously worried head of the Max family's expression gradually relaxed.

The banquet hall buzzed with conversations, a picture of harmony.

Several hours later.

Three motorcades departed separately.

In the returning limousine, the head of the Max family gazed out at the night scene, lost in thought.

After seeing Lin Haoyang in the police station live broadcast the day before yesterday, an ominous premonition had inexplicably lingered in his heart.

Passing by a charred, collapsed wall, the scorch marks were shocking. This was one of the scenes from last night's city-wide gunfight and fires.

This unease intensified in the heart of the Max family patriarch.

(Event period: June 22nd to 24th)

ECHO system offline.

International public opinion continued to ferment. The Eagle Nation President immediately responded, went to the hospital to pick up Chrome, and returned to Washington immediately!

Yes, sir!

The motorcade changed its original route and sped off.

Sixty minutes later.

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