I Have Returned, but I Cannot Lay down My Gun Chapter 672

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Flying over the frozen New York Bay and passing through nurous skyscrapers that were now shells of their forr selves, the plane slowed as it neared Central Park.

The Central Park that once appeared in old videos or TV shows no longer existed. Many temporary buildings had been erected, and walls were being built along the park's boundaries, separating it from the city.

Whether this should be considered a comfort, I wasn’t sure, but at least the buildings near Central Park still had electricity. It felt like a living heart in the midst of the dead Manhattan.

I didn’t really wonder what awaited here. I already knew this world, which I had thought was completely dead, was still struggling to survive. I only wondered what I would be doing here next.

The transport aircraft, which felt like it might float in the sky forever, gradually neared the ground.

Around the landing point were about four or five people. Two of them wore protective suits, reminiscent of those from the COVID-19 era, holding sothing in their hands, while the other three wore masks.

The landing wasn’t particularly smooth, and as soon as it was complete, the door opened.

The soldiers standing in front moved out orderly as the rear door of the plane opened. I wondered what to do. I was a little anxious, but Captain Parkwason held my hand.

I awkwardly took his hand, hoping I didn’t look too pathetic, and stepped outside. At that mont, I naturally made eye contact with many new faces waiting near the landing area.

Captain Parkwason and what seed to be one of the local leaders began speaking.

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anwhile, in Lower New York, Long Island, many began heading towards Central Park for their own reasons.

"Ugh, this is hard..."

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