Working as a police officer in Mexico

But for Arturo Johnson, the sanitation worker, and the shop assistant, it was shocking!

"F***! It's the Holy Blood Purification Fellowship! Run! Run!!!" The shop assistant shouted in terror, his voice trembling as he bolted to the back.

This group claims to achieve soul redemption through extreme abstinence and the "Purification Ceremony," distorting the symbolic meaning of "Christ's Blood"!

To put it simply, it's a cult!

It's quite popular in Connecticut...

Dozens of "saints" seemed to have a purpose, directly ignoring the two people in the store and rushing towards a nearby building.

"Is that... Gartner Company?!" Arturo Johnson was rather bold, even sticking his head out for a look.

This company is quite well-known, being one of the most authoritative IT research and consultancy companies in the world and a giant in the industry.

Bam Bam Bam—

Gunshots suddenly rang out as this group stormed into Gartner Company and started shooting.

Arturo Johnson saw two security guards who had just come out get riddled with bullets. His pupils contracted, his legs trembled, and he hurriedly pulled down the roller shutter,

grabbing the "immigration agent" brochure on the counter as he ran, not even looking at it before stuffing it into his pocket and sprinting away.

Damn it!

The United States is no longer livable.

Soon, the Stamford police and the Guard Corps arrived and engaged in a shootout with the "Holy Blood Purification Fellowship," with both sides exchanging fire until the Special Forces stormed in to end the farce.

But this tragedy resulted in more than 120 Gartner Company employees killed and over 200 injured.

The Governor of Connecticut urgently came out to "criticize" this, labeling it a terrorist organization, but what use was that?

Everyone witnessed the State government's incompetence in this situation!

And due to this incident, Gartner Company was forced off the market, spiraling into decline...

It truly made those who heard sorrowful, and those who saw it weep...

An industry giant wasn't taken down on the business battlefield but was physically eliminated by a group of dozens.

This further provoked the big businessmen.

The United Technology Company in Connecticut began recruiting "armed security" with a standard fifteen-month pay, prioritizing veterans, and offering more rewards for those with overseas combat experience or who were officers. After a series of actions, damn, the salary was more than in the military.

Making it as if the veterans, who were beaten by the iron fist for "demanding pay raises" and "asking for increased benefits," were... reborn.

Half a year ago, they gathered in Washington and were almost gunned down. Many departments discarded them like old shoes, and The Pentagon even considered deploying tanks, but now, in less than a year, veterans were in such high demand.

You have to admit, fate is really capricious.

Mike: Didn't I say old soldiers never die?

The United Technology Company has military money, but once they moved, many companies quickly followed suit, directly filling the required 1,000 people.

On the surface, the numbers seem large, but for many ultra-large-scale enterprises, it's just a drop in the bucket, so these capitalists started brainstorming.

Since you've opened this door!

Then open it wider...

Give us a designation of "civilian guard corps," subordinate to The Pentagon military, affiliating with local military departments; don't restrict the number of people, and we'll provide all the weapons, ammunition, and equipment ourselves.

"No, absolutely not!"

Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf resolutely said to Anselmo Truman, the CEO of Northrop Grumman Company, on the other end of the phone.

"Buddy, anything can be negotiated. As long as you agree, Northrop Grumman can provide over $2 billion in orders to The Pentagon and the military for free as our token of sincerity."

"We only need the title of a guard corps, or if that's impossible, you could follow formal military protocol and give us an establishment."

The CEO Anselmo Truman was not at all polite.

By his surname alone, you can tell what kind of person he is.

Similarly, before becoming the CEO of Northrop Grumman, he also held a position at The Pentagon as the head of the Overseas Affairs Bureau and was a colleague of Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf.

Their relationship was quite good...

Well, who wouldn't want a good relationship with a wealthy successor?

"Norman, with the United States at this stage, there's no need to distinguish right from wrong anymore, but you have to think of yourself; if things really go wrong, won't you leave yourself an out?" Anselmo Truman seemed to speak to him earnestly and genuinely.

Norman Schwarzkopf wasn't pleased to hear such pessimistic words, his left eye twitched slightly, but as mentioned before, he could shoot at congressmen because they were merely representatives, but he didn't dare to roar at Anselmo Truman because he was an order of interest holder.

"I... I'll think about it carefully."

Anselmo Truman was also very empathetic and didn't rush him. "Sure thing. By the way, I've arranged for someone to deliver the brandy you like, Lombard Armagnac XO, hopefully for us to share a sip later."

His tone was so gentle and elegant.

But after hanging up the phone, Norman Schwarzkopf couldn't help but take a deep breath, lighting a cigarette from the table. His expression was weary, visibly fatigued, with more than a few white hairs at his temples.

"I should consider some fallback options for myself..."

This thought, once it crossed his mind, simply couldn't be shaken off.