National Rejuvenation Defense Line

[Warn! The content of the novel is purely fictitious and should not be interpreted as reality! ] "Your country is dead. What you are protecting is just a breathing corpse." A financial bomb crushed Amalika. The government is paralyzed, the currency is reduced to zero, and order collapses. Manhattan became a hunting ground for thugs, cultists, and deserters, and the once proud city slowly rotted away in the freezing cold. Julian Cross is a frontline agent for the National Renaissance Defense (NRD). He believed that order could be re-established and that the fire of the old government was worth guarding. He marked supplies in the rubble, cleared out gangs, and rescued survivors—with his gun and his life to keep this dying country alive. Until he discovered the secret of the NRD: a cement wall sealing off the dark area of ​​midtown Manhattan. Inside the wall are the first batch of agents abandoned by the NRD - those who were once as loyal as him and who believed that "order will prevail". Outside the wall is the revenge army they formed: the undercurrent. They were once the sharpest knives of the NRD. Now, they want to thrust the blade back into the throat of their old master. Julian stood in the middle of the crack. On one side is a corrupt order, on the other is a violent ideal. And the killer who wore a gray-green gas mask and killed his teammates one by one after the explosion was waiting for him to make a choice in the darkness—— Should we continue to guard a rotting remnant of the old world, or burn it with our own hands and welcome a new world that may also be bleeding?