Working as a police officer in Mexico

Southwest District of Washington.

A scene of desolation.

Even the trash cans were knocked over, with many bullet casings scattered on the ground, and a few homeless people could be seen huddled in the corners, at a loss for what to do.

This was a popular spot for entertainment and dining, with many restaurants, bars, and night markets, as well as a number of dilapidated shops.

Usually, the place was quite lively, but last night, the White House was attacked, and the National Guard planned to take over the city, with about 200 soldiers coming to the Southwest District to urge the people to go home and sleep.

Damn...

On the streets, people drinking alcohol and taking drugs to excess, including Black people, White people, and minorities, started a "fist and foot" game with the military. Someone pulled out a bottle from a bar to make a makeshift Molotov cocktail and hurled it at the soldiers.

Anyway...

Last night was thrilling!

The police shot and killed at least 17 people, and the entire Southwest District was in chaos. Even now, sporadic sounds of resistance could be heard coming from afar.

Inside a closed "Badash Pharmacy," the shelves were devoid of any medicine. A walk inside revealed a glass door with a TV and a sofa behind it, seemingly quiet, but under the sofa was a basement.

It was very bright inside, and the space measured about 180 square meters.

An iron table was placed in the middle, with gold, US dollars, and weapons and ammunition on it.

Four burly men were tallying, with a uniform sentence written on their shoulders: "Only blood can save the United States."

They belonged to an extreme-right militia organization—the Oath Keepers! The main members were retired veterans + Western cowboys + extreme White organizations + anarchists, with over 40,000 across the country.

"Boss."

One of the bald men shouted, and saw a White man sitting on the sofa facing the TV, with fierce eyes and legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, looking somewhat dignified, although... that scruffiness was quite pronounced.

"We robbed a total of 16.1 million US dollars and 12 kilograms of gold!" the bald man said excitedly. This amount of money was enough for their organization to buy new weapons.

Giovanni Haywood nodded in satisfaction, "GOOD!"

He was the leader of the Oath Keepers' Washington District and one of the creators of this "Veterans' Uprising" plan. He was very extreme, believing that the current US leadership was a bunch of bastards who couldn't suppress Mexico externally, allowing Victor, this scum, to climb to power, and internally couldn't solve the issues of illegal immigration and minorities; they should be overthrown.

He wanted to establish a nation solely belonging to White Americans!

The plan was to start an armed uprising; this time was just to give them a minor shock. The main thing was to get money; without money, nothing could be done.

Just when a few people were celebrating, a very serious voice sounded from the TV, "The Fed was attacked by armed personnel last night, seven people were killed, and 612 kilograms of gold and 130 million US dollars were stolen. The FBI has intervened in the investigation!"

The heads of the five big guys simultaneously turned to look at the TV...

!!!!

"Damn it, they're pinning it on us." Giovanni Haywood threw the wine glass in his hand, jumped up, "Yesterday's Fed operation had less than ten people in total, and we stole over 600 kilograms of gold?????"

"Slander! Boss, this is slander!"

"No way, we have to call the TV station and tell them we didn't steal that much; this is all slander!" someone couldn't help but clamored.

Giovanni Haywood's face trembled with anger.

He understood, he had become a scapegoat.

He had heard before that the gold reported by the Fed internally did not match the amount advertised to the outside world, and now with one robbery, it's all blamed on him.

Each person on average carrying 61 kilograms of gold, plus tens of millions of US dollars?

You think we're giants?

It's too unjust, really too unjust.

"Calm down!" Giovanni Haywood scolded, frowning, "Those bastards, pulling this stunt on us, let's give them something hard!"

"What to do?"

His eyes darkened, "How about kidnapping those Congress lords from Capitol Hill?!"

Several subordinate leaders gasped but then their eyes lit up, adrenaline surged—they were outlaws to begin with, not the petty criminals who commit robberies, but... they considered themselves as extremists saving America.

Also commonly known as: Faith Warriors?

"But relying on us alone is definitely not enough, we need to reach out to more people, we can contact the other four militia organizations, and we can also try to ask the Black Panther Party. As long as we kidnap the congressmen, we can make demands, demand that a White president takes office in the United States, demand a declaration of war against Mexico, demand funding for veterans' benefits, and demand the arrest of those criminal politicians and wealthy individuals!"

Giovanni Haywood became more excited as he spoke, raising his hand as if giving himself a PUA.

United States...

Just a giant standing on one foot.

The fall of the White House on the night of September 3rd lasted until the 5th, and still wasn't resolved...

The time has exceeded 35 hours.

The CIA and FBI's Special Forces were defeated, and with no other option, they directly brought in the SEALs and Delta, charging in fiercely for 55 minutes, breaking through!

In the command vehicle at the White House entrance, many familiar faces could be seen—all high-level military and government officials, gathered around watching the live broadcast from the screen.

It must be said, the SEALs and Delta were indeed different, breaking in from the left and right, their CQB tactics were simply smooth, killing a lot of people, and when they reached the president's office, they kicked the door in and saw a scruffy-haired homeless man shouting loudly: "Justice! When will I get justice as a veteran!!"