Working as a police officer in Mexico

United States soldiers suffer!

Even if the camps are different, seeing their plight brings tears to one's eyes.

The Corporal's salary is even less than that of a janitor, and a third of United States soldiers actually have criminal records, with the VA experiencing suicides every year, overwhelmed soldiers shooting themselves for not getting the medical care they need.

The same goes...

There was once a veteran, from World War II, who donated his body to science after his death, but what about the hospital?

For 500 US Dollars, you can watch a dissection live.

Of course, some people are discontent, and these individuals happen to be prime targets for extremist organizations.

Outside the "Neos Veterans Cinema".

Two white women walked past, laughing and talking, holding expensive bags that indicated they came from well-off families.

Suddenly, a chaotic noise of footsteps burst from inside the cinema.

A middle-aged man with a bearded, scarred face and a lame leg ran out, his eyes bloodshot, "Why! Why bully me, why not give me disability benefits!"

"Why!"

"Why can those son-of-a-bitch elites arrogantly shout at me, and just because we both have one life, they're allowed to flaunt it!"

He held an M16 in his hand, pulling the bolt, he raised the muzzle towards the white women who had already turned around at the noise, and went ratatatata!

A fully automatic rifle!

F***...

A volley hit them, and they fell in the pool of blood. The crazed man continued to spray the bodies, behind him...

A crowd burst out!

Chanting, "Anyone can be President, why can't it be me!"

Trevor Webster's veins were similarly surging, holding an M16, remembering being respected only when needed, but treated as expendable when not, respect was lacking in society.

Today, let's show them the price of Teeth Soldier!

Over a hundred people wielding weapons started slaughtering, charging towards the White House, which was only about three kilometers away.

This is naturally a bustling street.

The sudden massacre shocked everyone, indiscriminately shooting regardless of age, gender, or race.

They still remembered what was said in the cinema: "If I can't make my name eternal, then let me be infamous through the ages!"

Trevor Webster angrily sprayed a police car on the roadside, holding it steady, shattering the glass, the siren wailing endlessly, but inside were now three bodies, all shot dead.

But it was the government district after all, with many police and National Guard patrols, both sides engaged in a gun battle, with weapons being equal, these regular troops couldn't quickly deal with them.

Indeed, except for certain times, generally, the capital's troops don't have great combat capabilities, basically they are crushed when fighting border troops.

"Support! Support! We request support!" Lying on the ground, clutching a wounded leg, the commanding officer yelled into the car's intercom, not even finishing the sentence before the other side of the car got a visit from bullets!

Buzzz~

A propeller sound came from above, people below looked up to see a Bell 222 helicopter, often used for civilian purposes.

With the doors on both sides removed, one could see a... QJC-88 machine gun on board.

This is a "Type 88 mounted machine gun", cough, cough, made in Sichuan.

But clearly modified to spray below, ratatatatatatata!

Covering those veterans charging the White House.

The police car exploded on the spot, and the folks unfortunately hiding behind it were all blown into the air.

The Bell 222 helicopter flew straight towards the White House, and the guards who ran out with guns were all shot dead.

"Quick! Run downstairs!"

"F***! F***!!!"

Six floors, this is the Office of Management and Budget, an important White House department, staff inside screamed in fear seeing the intruding helicopter, rushing for the exit.

The Bell 222 helicopter tilted to the side, machine guns strafing the floors!

Tatatatatata...

Bullets rendered the inside a complete mess.

Only then did it descend, six men crawled out, entering the White House in combat stance, killing anyone they saw without mercy!

The White House... has been attacked!

Washington was caught off guard, The Pentagon was dumbfounded too. Rumsfeld was dead, leaving the department leaderless, and now it was the deputy minister in charge, but he was so scared hearing about the White House attack that he couldn't even speak.

Finally, a subordinate couldn't stand seeing it, picked up the phone on the desk.

"Deploy the CIA Special Operations Group and SWAT (heavily armed police) to support the White House, National Guard citywide lockdown!"

...

This is not just a small-scale disturbance, there are "veterans" armed and killing in the northeast, south, and west corners of Washington, the entire city in turmoil.

And it's not over.

Around seven in the evening after nightfall, as the National Guard's armored vehicles and tanks began moving towards the White House...

The Fed was suddenly attacked too!

A group of fully armed personnel carrying heavy weapons rushed in.

They seemed very familiar with the internal structure, kidnapping senior management who hadn't left yet, opening up the treasury, filled with glittering gold, leaving people dumbfounded.

"Quick! Grab it, shove it in the bags, we only have 3 minutes." The leader shouted, and a group charged in to fill up, regardless of what it was, shoving it into bags, he checked his watch, visibly tense.

Each tick seeming to pound on his heart.

"Time's up! Go go go!"

He shouted, and the group bolted out in orderly fashion, but some couldn't resist taking more, hell, seeing so much money, dying here seemed worth it.