North American riot police: Start by arresting P. Diddy!

Chapter 283 California Riots!

The protests and demonstrations taking place in Chicago's South Side are just the tip of the iceberg of the recent social unrest in the United States.

As a long-established industrial city, most of Chicago's residents rely on factories for their livelihoods. And with the support of unions, factory workers are less likely to have their wages reduced or their labor rights violated by companies.

After all, once the union gets involved, workers will strike, factories will stop production, and orders will be delayed, and ultimately it is the capitalists themselves who will suffer.

Therefore, the wage shock from illegal immigrants has a limited impact on the core industries here.

The cities that have the most developed service industries are the ones that have been hit hardest.

For example, Los Angeles.

Centered on Hollywood, the entertainment industry has radiated outwards, driving a massive supporting service sector, the largest of its kind in the United States.

The implementation of the Immigration Act granted undocumented immigrants legal work qualifications, and these new laborers lacking professional skills flocked to the country, with the service industry bearing the brunt.

Jobs like waiters, car washers, and movers, whose salaries were already barely enough to make ends meet in big cities, are now facing a sharp drop in wages and fierce competition.

In just a few days, unemployed people holding signs and protesting appeared on the streets of Los Angeles, blocking major traffic arteries.

Slogans such as "Give me back my job," "Reject cheap labor," and "Expel illegal immigrants" rose and fell, forming a series of beautiful scenes.

In a car parked by the roadside, Irish brothers were eating hamburgers while watching the parade with schadenfreude on their faces.

"If you ask me, these people's bad habits should have been dealt with long ago."

Connor took a swig of Coke. "Remember last time we came to Los Angeles? We were mocked as country bumpkins just because we called the Royal Cheeseburger by the wrong name. Damn it, it's just a burger name, not some Michelin three-star restaurant!"

He took a vicious bite of his hamburger, his mouth greasy, and muttered, "With their service attitude, they don't deserve to be paid more than ten dollars an hour. They deserve to be ripped off!"

Murphy, however, appeared much calmer, saying thoughtfully, "This has nothing to do with service attitude; it's essentially a problem of city culture. Los Angeles outwardly touts inclusivity and openness, but deep down it's full of discrimination against outsiders like us, far less genuine than New York. And..."

He turned to look at the Mexicans diligently serving customers in the shops along the street, and shrugged: "Believe me, once these illegal immigrants get their residency permits, it won't be long before they show their true colors. People are always like this; they're humble and subservient when they're struggling to survive, but once they've established themselves, they become arrogant and haughty."

"But at least it's a good start. It's only right to do things for money, and I'm not paying to see your bad attitude. I'm not that cheap." Connor curled his lip in disapproval.

He looked at Murphy strangely: "Why are you so worried? Boss Harold gave us so much money, and we don't have to work in the service industry. Why are you worrying about this? We'll be the bosses wherever we go from now on!"

Murphy chuckled and shook his head, offering no further explanation.

Connor thought the Immigration Act was good and believed that the protesters were eliminated because they hadn't tried hard enough.

This is all because his older brother has never had a proper job; he's either fighting or drinking, and he has no idea how hard it is for ordinary people to make a living in a big city.

Murphy was thinking further ahead.

The immigration bill will not only impact employment, but once these illegal immigrants have established themselves, they will eventually reveal their true nature and begin to break the law.

These days, who among truly law-abiding and honest people would illegally immigrate to a foreign country?

Otherwise, why call them "illegal" immigrants?

"On another note..."

Connor suddenly asked, "Rorschach told us to keep watch here and report any emergencies immediately. What kind of emergencies are you referring to?"

Murphy frowned in thought, then said uncertainly, "Could it be looting, arson, and vandalism? Let's observe first."

He finished his cola, tossed it aside, crossed his arms behind his head, and casually whistled while looking out the window.

The two brothers had a very pleasant time during this period.

Since reuniting with Rorschach, he first massacred a building in Toronto, and then went to the far north to establish a cyborg base.

Now they are all millionaires, spending money like water and doing whatever they want.

Murphy was contemplating whether or not to propose to his girlfriend, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his face.

The only problem is that he accidentally showed his face in Toronto last time and is now wanted by the federal government.

"Bang bang bang-"

The sudden gunshot interrupted Murphy's reverie.

He suddenly looked out the window and saw two groups of very different skin colors locked in a fierce fight, with some even drawing their guns and firing!
Local protesters and illegal immigrants clashed in the street!
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Washington.

In his White House office, the president was leisurely watching the television news.

On the screen, a reporter is interviewing a group of impoverished immigrants.

Now they no longer have to worry about being arrested and deported by the immigration authorities, and they have also gained the right to work legally. It can be said that they have completely integrated into this country and become a part of freedom and democracy.

They thanked the president and the Immigration Act with tears in their eyes, their expressions so sincere as if they had seen a savior.

The president nodded in satisfaction and smiled as he changed the channel.

It's the same news interview, the same people from the lower classes, but this time the subject is an American citizen.

Lying on the hospital bed was an old man with gray hair and a withered face. He was clearly a low-income person with an excessive drinking problem, and he was so slovenly that even his hospital gown was crooked.

"Mr. Gallagher, I heard that your liver has suffered severe functional damage, and according to the diagnosis, the treatment cost is expected to exceed tens of thousands of dollars, is that right?"

"Mr. Gallag? Gallag?"

The reporter called out several times, but the old man on the hospital bed did not respond. He just stared blankly at the camera while wearing a respirator.

Just as the reporter thought something was wrong and was about to call a doctor, Frank suddenly ripped off the respirator and yelled, "What the hell?! Tens of thousands of dollars? I didn't ask you for treatment! You're just meddling! I won't pay a single penny!"

After saying that, the old bastard didn't even bother to straighten his hospital gown, and with his bare buttocks exposed, he pushed the reporter aside and tried to rush out.

The reporter quickly chased after him, shouting as he ran, "Mr. Gallagher, don't run! You don't need to worry about medical expenses. After the new medical reform is implemented, your treatment costs will be borne by the government and the hospital, and the insurance company will reimburse you! As long as you are sick, whether you have money or not, the hospital must treat you!"

Frank ignored him and continued stumbling forward.

As the saying goes, only family members know their own business. He knew everything perfectly well. This reporter actually thought he had medical insurance, which is ridiculously naive.

The most important thing now is to get out of there as soon as possible, so as not to be detained by the hospital and forced to do hard labor because I can't afford the bills!
But the reporter suddenly added, "Even if you don't have medical insurance, don't worry. The medical reform has established a special risk relief fund, which is prepared for low-income groups like you who don't have medical insurance. You don't need to worry about medical expenses at all."

Shila-

Frank slammed on the brakes, his feet slipped on the floor, and he almost fell over.

He turned 180 degrees and looked at the reporter with a serious expression: "Who said I was going to run away? I just need to go to the restroom!"

Upon hearing that the government would pay the bill, Frank immediately calmed down and swaggered back home.

The reporter, not bothering to expose the old man's words, knowingly handed him the microphone again: "This bill was pushed forward by His Excellency the President from drafting to implementation. Is there anything you would like to say to him?"

"Barack OBM?"

Frank suddenly became a drama queen and gave an impromptu rap to the camera: "3Q Buddy! You are the eternal guardian angel of us black brothers! I will always support you OBM! I love you forever!"

After saying that, she turned to the doctor and shouted, "Hey, give me two more injections of morphine, my stomach is still hurting terribly!"

An elderly white man, clearly of Irish descent, addressed the camera as the president's black brother.
Obviously, the interview was somewhat absurd, especially since this old fox named Gallagher seemed like a scoundrel, but the president didn't care about his character or income level.

All he cared about was that public thank you.

A homeless man who used to be unable to afford medical care can now enjoy free medical care, all thanks to the "Medical Reform Law" he strongly advocated.

The president lit a cigar with a smug look on his face, and as he exhaled the smoke, he felt victory was assured.

With the votes of illegal immigrants secured, the hearts of the lower classes won over, and with staunch supporters of Black people, his political foundation was practically unshakeable.

Switching between TV channels, besides reports praising the government, there were also protest footage captured by opposition media.

But the president didn't care at all.

The unemployment rate mentioned by the reporters is nothing more than the growing pains of transformation. These guys are all exaggerating. Is America really so poor that it can't afford to support a bunch of unemployed people?
As for protests and demonstrations?

If implemented laws could be overturned and reinstated through protests, the federal government would have shut down long ago.

However, just as the president was feeling smug and considering whether to arrange another media show, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

He answered the phone, his expression changed drastically, and without even hanging up, he immediately changed the channel to the news channel.

The television screens are showing live footage of the riots that have broken out in Los Angeles!

Violent clashes erupted between local protesters and illegal immigrants, leaving streets littered with overturned police cars, burning roadblocks, and fleeing crowds.

"Bang bang bang-"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the president abruptly stood up: "They're even using guns now?!"

An hour ago, the standoff on the streets of Los Angeles escalated into a full-blown riot.

The two groups, with fundamentally conflicting interests, accused each other.

The local people felt that the other party had stolen their jobs, driving wages to the point where it was difficult to support their families.

The illegal immigrants retorted, accusing these guys of being lazy and only willing to work a few hours a day, and that they deserved to be unemployed.

Conflict is about to break out.

Normally, in this situation, illegal immigrants would only be able to take the beating.

On the one hand, they were worried about making too much of a scene and being caught and deported by the immigration authorities; on the other hand, if they lost the fight, they wouldn't even have the money to go to the hospital for treatment.

But now that the Immigration Act and Healthcare Reform have been implemented, they no longer have to worry about being deported. Even if they are injured, once they are admitted to the hospital, the hospital will force them to receive treatment, regardless of whether they have money to pay the bills.

What else is there to say?

Just do it!

The fuse ignited instantly, fists and kicks flew, and clubs flew everywhere!

Many undocumented immigrants living in slums carry firearms for self-defense, and in a moment of panic, they may resort to violence.

But the local workers, enraged by their lost jobs, were driven to despair by the bullets, and they charged forward relentlessly. The gunfire that once intimidated the crowd now had no deterrent effect; instead, it fueled the flames, exacerbating the conflict and pushing the situation completely out of control!
"Tsk tsk tsk"

Connor gazed at the spectacular parade outside the window, clicked his tongue, and exclaimed, "Why don't we go join the fun?"

"What, your job was taken by illegal immigrants too?" Murphy asked with amusement.

“No, not at all,” Connor grinned, “but we can go in and start fighting right away, beating up whoever we see!”

"Just you?"

Murphy shook his head, took out his phone, and dialed Rorschach's number.

They traveled all the way from the Arctic to Los Angeles, specifically on Rorschach's orders to keep watch there.

The situation has escalated to the point where someone is lying in a pool of blood, and this must be reported immediately.

Meanwhile, inside a hotel in Washington, D.C.

Luo Xia was standing by the window, looking down at the equally spectacular view below.

After receiving the call, he simply smiled and didn't rush into action.

This hotel is located next to the U.S. Capitol Building, also known as Capitol Hill in the news.

Normally, the entire street is patrolled by fully armed guards, but at this moment it is crowded with redneck strongmen riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles.

Even in the dead of winter, they still wear leather jackets that expose their arms, have thick beards, wear sunglasses, and their Harley motorcycles roar with exhaust pipes.

A rough estimate suggests that the group numbered at least a thousand, densely packed together and blocking the street.

The guards around the perimeter were on high alert, but dared not make any rash moves.

After all, anyone could see the pistols tucked into their waistbands and the shotguns strapped to their motorcycles.

"That's really interesting. Hahahaha!"

Rorschach licked his lips and gave instructions to the standby [machine] through the earpiece:
"Contact Valentine and have him activate the violent electronic signal program on SIM cards in the areas of New York, Washington, Los Angeles, and Chicago!"

Rorschach said fiercely, "I'm going to pour another bucket of gasoline on this raging fire!"

Inside the White House.

The president stared blankly at the television for a few seconds, then suddenly snapped out of his daze and blurted out, "Fuck! Are these bastards tired of living?!"

He grabbed the phone to call the National Guard.

But as soon as he picked up the microphone, he hesitated and put it down again.

After a moment's thought, he first dialed Secretary of State Underwood's hotline.

"Frank, did you see the news on TV?"

"Do you mean New York or Chicago?" Underwood's voice sounded extremely tired on the other end of the phone.

"There are riots in New York and Chicago too?"

The president's voice suddenly rose, then he forced back his anger: "Frank, now is the time for you. With your authority as Secretary of State, immediately mobilize the National Guard and Marines to suppress the unrest. We must quell the riots as quickly as possible; we cannot allow the world to laugh at us. You..."

"What?! The gates to Capitol Hill are blocked?!"

The president's words were suddenly interrupted by Underwood's raised voice.

"Sorry, Barack, there's been a huge mess at Congress, I have to go deal with it immediately. I'll hang up now."

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(End of this chapter)