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

Chapter 285 The Great Escape in Washington!

"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."

(A well-trained militia is essential to the security of the Free State, and the people’s right to keep and bear arms must not be violated.)
—The Second Amendment to the Constitution of America

In 1775, the gunshots in Lexington ignited the flames of the Revolutionary War.

At that time, the main force resisting the British army was the militia organizations scattered throughout this land.

It is precisely for this reason that, after the founding of the nation, Thomas Jefferson, the drafter of the Declaration of Independence and the first Secretary of State, was always wary that the expansion of government power would erode the foundation of democracy, and firmly believed that militia and the right to bear arms were the last bastions for civilians to defend their freedom.

Therefore, the Second Amendment to the Constitution, passed in 1791, explicitly limited federal power and guaranteed the armed rights of states and individuals—what is known in later generations as the "right to bear arms."

It must be said that in that era, the founding fathers of the United States truly practiced the ideals of freedom and democracy, giving every citizen the weapon to resist tyranny.

But two hundred years later, this law has turned America into the country with the most rampant gun violence in the world.

The number of civilian firearms has exceeded 400 million, averaging 1.2 per person, accounting for more than 40% of the global total.

Approximately 4 people die each year from gun violence (including suicide, homicide, and accidental deaths), accounting for 35% of all gun-related deaths worldwide.

This is a nation where the entire population is armed; resistance to authority is ingrained in the genes of these people.

Their motto is simple: If you disagree, fight!
All this buildup is just to illustrate one fact: these rioting citizens are fully capable of confronting law enforcement forces head-on!
"Bang bang bang-"

Gunfire erupted like popping beans over Washington.

Even in the crime-ridden Northeast, there has never been such a fierce firefight, let alone in the heart of the region, such as Friendship Heights and Carolama, where government buildings are scattered throughout!

White House Boulevard has become a battlefield.

Half an hour earlier, the crowd, who had been holding up banners, suddenly went berserk. Those with guns shot at anyone they saw, while those without guns punched people.

Without clear instructions from their superiors, the police dared not use force to suppress the riots and could only retreat in defeat.

But the mob controlled by the "violent signal" had long lost their minds. They didn't care about anything else. Their eyes were bloodshot, and even if they were shot and wounded, they continued to charge like berserkers, fighting to the death!

"OMG—Fuck!"

A policeman, hiding in his patrol car and watching the riots around him, blurted out a curse: "I've never been so opposed to the Second Amendment! How come these guys even brought guns!"

"Things are alright at the White House, I heard there are thousands of rednecks on Capitol Hill, almost all armed with shotguns, and they've even stormed Capitol Hill! That's America! That damn America!"

His partner next to him also cursed loudly, but instead of targeting the rioting crowd, he complained about the person in the white house.

“I knew choosing Black as our leader was the worst decision! Now you see? Because of the laws that guy enacted and implemented, we're like stray dogs now. I bet you, this is just the beginning!”

"Alright, now's not the time to complain. Where are the damn guards and Marines?!"

"So what if they come? Violent suppression? Do you know how many people will die?"

"We can't just stand by and watch these guys smash things up, this is Washington, D.C."

"Not just Washington, but New York and Los Angeles too now."

Before he could finish speaking, the police car suddenly began to shake violently.

The police officer turned around in horror and saw more than a dozen thugs kicking the car door frantically. The next second, the entire police car was overturned!

The unrest continued to escalate, and even the Washington, D.C. Police Department was unable to cope and could only flee in panic.

Fortunately, not long after, the real armed forces from the cities within the country arrived!

National Guard!
Also known as the NG, it is an armed force that can be directly deployed by the president. Most of its members are reserve forces of the active duty forces, and together with the active duty forces, Marine Corps reserves, and Air Force reserves, it constitutes the U.S. military system.

This is not an ordinary riot control unit; every NG unit in every city is equipped with powerful weaponry such as tanks, armored vehicles, fighter jets, and missiles.

Its primary purpose is to address threats such as "insurrection, domestic violence, or threats that cannot be controlled through conventional law enforcement," and its secondary purpose is to respond to natural disasters.
“Buzz buzz—!”

The roar of engines grew louder as they approached.

The crowd fighting in front of the White House turned to look at the scene in unison, and everyone stared wide-eyed.

Armored vehicles!
Not just one or two, but hundreds!
This time, the NG actually drove hundreds of armored vehicles directly into the city center, which is unprecedented in Aramco's history!

Although the scale was not yet what could be called an iron torrent, the sight of the steel behemoths advancing in formation instantly stunned the previously frenzied crowd.

However, before they could react, grenades emitting white smoke were already being thrown into the crowd!

Tear gas, and pepper grenades!

The former uses CS gas (o-chlorophenylmethylene malononitrile), which can irritate the eyes, respiratory tract, and skin, causing tearing, coughing, difficulty breathing, and temporary blindness, forcing people to disperse.

The latter is mainly composed of capsaicin, with a concentration of 10%-20%, which is much higher than that of civilian pepper spray. It is mixed with solvents and propellants, and releases red or orange smoke after explosion. It can irritate the eyes and respiratory tract, causing severe pain and temporary blindness, with the effect lasting for 15-30 minutes.

These two weapons have been America's secret weapons for suppressing demonstrations for over two hundred years.

Each move easily tore apart the crowd's formation, scattering the originally dense demonstrators into disarray, and this time was no exception.

Chemical weapons are something that no matter how strong your will or how strong your body, as long as you are still made of flesh and blood, you can't expect to withstand their power.

Although these rioting people were driven by violent impulses, the intense physical pain they experienced could not be overcome by brute force alone.

In the blink of an eye, the entire street, except for the National Guard members wearing gas masks, was filled with people, both rioters and Secret Service agents, all with their eyes tightly shut and tears streaming down their faces, writhing, coughing, and rolling around in pain.

"Move out!"

At a command, National Guard soldiers jumped off armored vehicles, one hand holding a riot shield and the other wielding a baton, and began a ruthless advance to clear the area.

They attack anyone they see, striking with lightning speed, more than three blows per second.

The sticks flew, and screams filled the air!
Underwood, who had already rushed over from Capitol Hill, was silently watching this scene from inside the armored vehicle.

These National Guard soldiers are all reservists from various branches of the armed forces. They are ruthless and decisive, and they don't care whether the other party is dead or alive. They just smash their batons directly onto the head!

Even though the mob was driven by violent desires, they were far less skilled than professional soldiers, and with their eyes blinded by the gas, they had no chance to fight back.
Moreover, only a minority of the protesters in front of the White House were armed.

Therefore, with the National Guard violently dispersing and advancing the crackdown, a large area was cleared in no time.

Although the situation was quickly brought under control, the corpses and wounded lying scattered on the ground were a shocking sight.

Underwood glanced around and saw at least dozens of corpses.

Keep in mind that there were only a few hundred protesters in front of the White House, and dozens were killed or injured in the blink of an eye. What about the thousands of fully armed rednecks in front of the Capitol, each armed with a shotgun?

The old man rubbed his fingers against the armrest, his heart already filled with anticipation.

However, he also dared not have too high expectations.

Suppressing demonstrations is not uncommon in this country; police or National Guard troops usually use banana bullets or beanbag rounds.

These bullets were designed to inflict pain on targets, rendering untrained civilians incapacitated, leaving at most bruises and rarely causing fatal injuries.

This was not the outcome he had expected.

However, how could Rorschach not have foreseen Underwood's thoughts?
With the precise calculations of the machine, Spectre had already meticulously prepared a (deadly) catalyst for this demonstration!
Capitol Hill.

Unlike the minor skirmishes in front of the White House, this group of fully armed rednecks, once the violence signal was activated, transformed into a suicide squad of desperados!
Not only did they storm Capitol Hill and beat up members of Congress, leaving them crying and screaming, but the Capitol Police and local police (DCPD) were also completely outmatched in terms of firepower and numbers.

The street in front of the building was almost turned into a battlefield by the dead and injured!
At this critical moment, the Marines stepped in!

Compared to the National Guard with its armored vehicles, the Marines, who are known as the "fourth class of the U.S. military," have a much simpler and more brutal style of doing things!
"Rumble--"

M1A2 main battle tanks rolled directly through the city streets, and elite soldiers, fully armed and wearing gas masks, advanced in a menacing formation, suppressing the enemy with iron fist!

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Tear gas was used to clear the way, followed by a barrage of rubber bullets!
After employing the same tactics as in the White House, the mob's formation instantly crumbled.

The soldiers then began a ruthless clearing operation, with sticks flying and screams echoing through the air.

But this time they seriously underestimated their opponent.

These rednecks on Capitol Hill were all armed with guns, riding Harleys and wearing sunglasses. Although the first wave of attacks threw them into disarray, they were still capable of resisting.

Spurred by the violent signals, the group of desperados started their motorcycles and launched a suicide charge towards the Marines!
The gun in his hand spat fire, and bullets flew everywhere.

"Bang Bang Bang!!!"

Caught off guard, several soldiers fell to the ground, and many were hit by stray bullets.

"Fake!"

Commander Marun, who was in charge of the operation, flew into a rage and roared hysterically into the communicator.

He never expected that the protesters would be fully armed and have fierce firepower.

Just then, a woman in a Marine Corps uniform quietly turned on a cell phone and precisely tossed it at the commander's feet.

Then, with a flash, she disappeared into the chaotic battlefield after a few turns.

The soldiers were extremely anxious and shouted to their commander, "Sir! These thugs are armed with live ammunition! Our rubber bullets are no match for them! Should we switch to live ammunition and return fire?"

"Switch to live ammunition?" the commander sneered. "You want to go to a military court? How many American citizens are here? If we use live ammunition, we're all done for tomorrow."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly shuddered, his eyes bloodshot as he roared into the communicator: "Everyone switch to live ammunition! This must be completely suppressed within ten minutes! These are all rebels, kill them without mercy!"

Upon hearing this order, the soldiers were incredulous and looked at each other in disbelief.

But faced with the frenzied counterattack of these rednecks, and their wounded comrades, they finally hardened their hearts, drew standard bullets from their waists, and loaded them with live ammunition!

The next second, everyone's gun barrels spat out deadly flames!

One by one, the charging rednecks were shot and fell to the ground, their blood staining the long street.

Not far away, numerous media reporters covering the scene witnessed this moment and were all speechless with shock.

A terrifying thought exploded in their minds—was this a bloody crackdown?
Good heavens! These guys are insane!
How dare they wreak havoc in DC!
No, it should be said that OBM has gone mad!

Without OBM's direct authorization, how dare they act so recklessly?!

Sensing the stench of blood, the media professionals immediately set up their cameras and broadcast the gruesome scene across the country, causing an instant public outcry!

As Underwood pondered his remarks to the president in front of the White House, his phone suddenly vibrated.

An encrypted text message popped up: "Quick, check the news."

He raised an eyebrow and opened social media; live footage from in front of Capitol Hill immediately came into view.

The sight of corpses lying haphazardly on the smoke-filled streets made him gasp.

My finger scrolled down uncontrollably, and more horrific videos popped up one after another: New York, Chicago, Los Angeles.
The same bloody repression is unfolding in the most prosperous cities across the United States.

In the video, National Guard troops are seen firing wildly at the crowd with automatic rifles. The initially fervent protesters suddenly come to their senses and start crying and running away in all directions.

Anyone who was slow was caught by the soldiers and taken down with a single burst of bullets.

"Hahaha."

Underwood was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, completely disregarding the fact that the Secret Service agents sent by the president to monitor him were still in the car.

The OBM that had been weighing on him for years finally revealed its fatal flaw!

How dare they order the bloody suppression of ordinary civilians!
He immediately signaled the driver to speed up, and they sped toward the White House.

The presidency seems to be within reach.

Meanwhile, in high-rise apartments near Capitol Hill.

Luo Xia stood by the window, looking down at the street below, which resembled a battlefield, his brows furrowed slightly.

But soon, his expression returned to normal, and he was no longer moved by it.

A year ago, he might have felt reluctant, but now...
"At least I died a worthy death," he murmured to himself.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Scarlett, dressed in a Marine Corps uniform, rushed in, saying irritably, "How dare you! We're out there risking our lives, and you're just here watching the show."

She was speaking when she suddenly caught sight of a naked woman lying on the bed, her long, fair legs casually draped over the edge.

Scarlett instantly exploded: "You son of a bitch!"

(End of this chapter)