People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Immediately afterwards.

Retreat, retreat, retreat.

The boss is gone, what's the point of fighting?

Nobody wants to die, okay?

It's past one in the morning.

Las Vegas has fallen. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 177 The White House, Attacked

Las Vegas. (The rest of the text appears to be website navigation elements and doesn't translate directly.)

The mayor died, turned into mincemeat, and the remaining SWAT and National Guard troops all fled, too afraid to fight again.

Las Vegas has completely fallen and entered the hands of Dongfeng Security.

The news quickly spread throughout Las Vegas.

So, naturally, the other criminals, and all sorts of people who saw an opportunity in it, all hurriedly grabbed their weapons and got to work.

Some people chose to rob banks, some rob shops, and some rob wealthy people.

It didn't take long.

The city, out of control, was in complete chaos.

The criminals launched a massive carnival.

Abruzzi and Vincent were still busy and ignored these trivial matters. On one hand, they arranged for their employees to collect the bodies of their fallen comrades from Dongfeng Security and quickly send the bodies to a plane bound for Miami. On the other hand, they led other employees to various locations to install explosives, set up cordons, and carry out demolitions.

As for the reading area...

Haha, one wrong decision has led to Las Vegas falling in just a few hours...

What else can we do after reading the field? How can we fight against Dongfeng Security?

By this time, apart from Philip-Bourne, the owner of Caesar's reading parlor, almost all the other reading parlor owners were in despair. They all chose to quickly load the money in their reading parlors into their cars and run away, lest they really not see the sun rise tomorrow.

Some of the venue owners were quite brave; they chose to tough it out and hold out until the Nevada governor sent troops.

They believed that as long as they held out until the army arrived, the riot would end and Dongfeng Security would receive its due punishment.

The question is, can we hold out until then?

I couldn't hold on.

Abruzzi and Vincent were racing against time; they couldn't possibly wait for the army to arrive.

“We need to destroy all the surveillance footage in this city,” Vincent said, smoking a cigarette outside a reading room. “After dawn, it won’t be long before we at Dongfeng Security will definitely be charged.”

"Without surveillance evidence or the bodies of our people, what follows will be a legal battle, which I can handle."

"There shouldn't be any major problems."

Vincent said with a smile, "Thank you for our laws."

“Yes,” Abruzzi nodded with a smile, and without delay, immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and instructed his employees to handle the surveillance video.

About twenty minutes later.

The loudspeaker broadcasted a message at an extremely high volume, ordering everyone in the reading room to come out and stay away from the reading room. After confirming that there were no loitering people in the surrounding area, Abruzzi and Vincent got into the car and left.

Five minutes later.

Thump thump thump thump thump.

A series of explosions sounded.

A magnificent and luxurious reading room slowly collapsed.

Of course, with such a tight schedule, even if skilled demolition experts were deployed, it would be impossible to completely level an entire field.

But it doesn't matter, half of it is already destroyed.

Abruzzi and Vincent glanced in the rearview mirror and were very satisfied with the effect of the explosion.

The employees did a great job; the impact of the explosion was limited, mainly confined to the area where the explosion occurred, thus minimizing the impact on innocent people.

To be honest, by this time of day, almost no one still wandering around outside is innocent.

After all, normal people would have already hidden themselves away; they wouldn't dare to run around outside at a time like this.

Abruzzi and Vincent are still on the move.

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Inside the state government building in Nevada.

An emergency meeting has been convened.

He was abruptly dragged out of bed by the governor who had summoned him here, and he was furious. "Shut the hell up! I need a solution! The Las Vegas matter must be dealt with immediately!"

Hear this.

The leaders, who had been arguing incessantly for a long time, finally fell silent.

After a while.

"Governor, the situation is extremely difficult. On one hand, there are hundreds of thousands of tourists in Las Vegas, who are essentially hostages. On the other hand, according to our intelligence, the criminals who stormed Las Vegas number at least five thousand, and they are heavily armed and well-equipped..."

The governor grew impatient. "Stop talking to me like that! I want a solution, a solution!!"

The group of leaders started discussing it again.

There is a solution, actually.

However, the details require constant discussion and refinement.

the reason is simple.

Las Vegas is different from Detroit, and different from some other small cities.

Las Vegas is a city of immense value that attracts global attention.

Now, Las Vegas has fallen.

We must definitely take it back, but we must be very careful about how we do it.

Otherwise, if they're not careful, the political careers of all of you here could be over.

Therefore, the details need to be improved.

It takes time.

The governor was well aware of this; after all, no one who had reached the position of governor was an idiot, yet he was still very anxious.

Time flies.

About twenty minutes later.

A call came from the White House to the governor's office.

The governor received the news, and although the president had no power to dismiss him, he suppressed his annoyance, got up, and quickly returned to his office to answer the phone.

The call was made by the president himself.

"Allen, do you know how much I hate being woken up at this hour to deal with things?" the president said irritably.

Nevada Governor Allen Reimus echoed this sentiment, saying, "Mr. President, I'm already handling it, and I believe it won't be long before this unrest ends."

“I hope so,” the president said with a slightly threatening tone, then asked, “My information is that there are a lot of criminals in Las Vegas. Do you need my help?”

“Mr. President, no need. Nevada can handle this,” Governor Allen said curtly.

The reason is not complicated.

The White House is the White House.

Nevada is Nevada.

Why should the White House get involved when it's their own internal affairs to resolve them?

Governor Allen can't afford to lose face like that.

The president was well aware of this reason, but he didn't insist on it, saying, "Resolve it as soon as possible, and notify us promptly of any new developments."

“Yes, Mr. President,” Governor Allen said politely.

call ended.

Governor Allen hung up the phone and, without hesitation, rushed back to the conference room, interrupting the chatter of the leaders, and issued the order, "No matter what, have the military assemble and move to Las Vegas, awaiting further orders."

The riots in Las Vegas could not be resolved by ordinary police forces; only the military could handle it.

that's it.

In an emergency, the Nevada state government has the authority to deploy certain military forces, and has received orders.

It was a little after two in the morning.

The troops began to gather.

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