Working as a police officer in Mexico

At worst, I'll find a more reliable one for Aunt in the future!

He pretended to be very distressed when he heard this, sighed, "The United States can't do without Uncle, and now it's even more chaotic outside. There are demonstrations everywhere, and they've even placed bounties on your entire family."

"Ah?!"

Brenda Holsinger exclaimed, somewhat flustered, "Then... what should we do, Trent? Your uncle has been good to you, you need to help him." She grabbed her nephew's arm, squeezing once with each sentence, her eyes fixed on him, seemingly conveying something.

But the other party didn't notice, instead, he was very happy. He nodded in a pretentious manner, "It's okay, with me here, I won't let anyone near the hospital. Don't worry, Aunt, I can guarantee your safety. Stay here and take good care of Uncle, it's alright. By the way, Aunt, has Cynthia called back?"

Cynthia is his eldest daughter!

Brenda Holsinger was very alert, she also felt her nephew was acting a bit off. Having someone keep an eye on her uncle, isn't this just prohibiting him from contacting people outside?

What's this called?

Isolation from the world?!!

"He called me, and even the doctors can't figure out Eliza's illness, it's really distressing..."

Trent Taylor nodded, "God will bless her."

After saying that, he glanced at his watch, found an excuse, and left. After the door was closed, Brenda Holsinger looked at her husband, the two exchanged glances, silently shedding tears.

"Go quickly, don't worry, I'm still very safe now, they won't let me die, after all, supporting a puppet, especially one who can take the blame at this time."

This remark was indeed spot on.

In future American history, or even world history, Norman Schwarzkopf would leave him a bad review. If it were according to China's honorific titles, he might have been given the title "Ling".

A peaceful America makes money, while a chaotic America makes even more.

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The current United States is really chaotic...

Especially California and New Mexico!

On September 2nd, the frontline command stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico issued a notice, the entire army to withdraw!

Admiral Frederick Franks finally chose to leave.

As he sat in the Humvee, leaving Albuquerque with his troops, there were angry residents on both sides of the road, waving banners and cursing.

"You traitors! Traitors! Traitors!"

"Is our tax money just used to feed dogs? Why are you abandoning us?"

Admiral Frederick Franks' face was very unsightly. He actually wanted to fight too, but unfortunately, the people below had already lost their courage. Most importantly, the compensation standards from The Pentagon had actually been lowered!

During the Gulf War, compensation for deaths consisted of many parts: families of fallen soldiers could receive a one-time payment of about 6000 US dollars, which doubled from 3000 US dollars before the war to 6000 after.) This money was for emergency expenses (such as funeral, family travel expenses to attend the funeral).

Military condolence payment: An additional death gratuity of about 100,000-120,000 US dollars was issued to cover post-mortem arrangements!

But now... the death gratuity is 50,000 US dollars, and the current exchange rate is much lower than it was three years ago!

The most ridiculous thing is that the number of missing persons has increased, with over 3,000 reported as missing, and these people don't need any compensation.

This kind of operation made Admiral Frederick Franks blush.

He asked himself, if it were him, he would have gone over to Mexico by now. Just getting two shots in your honor on the front lines would be worth what you're paid.

"Ah..."

He sighed long and hard.

Bam—

Just after one long sigh, he suddenly heard gunfire. His expression changed, "Where's the shooting from? Where's the shooting from? Do not return fire!!"

Before he could pass on his message, the already repressed army suddenly exploded.

The bullet, from who knows where, hit the head car's driver, and unfortunately, he was killed instantly. Someone shouted, "Make them leave their weapons!!!"

The crowd is easily swayed...

Especially in times of violence, a group of people, carrying pistols, semi-automatic rifles, etc., rushed up to disarm the U.S. military, shouting as they went.

Can this be tolerated?

With Admiral Frederick Franks retreating was the famed U.S. 7th Infantry Division, consisting of two regiments, under the US 1st Army.

This fiasco, as it was, had been frustrating enough...

And now this bunch of thugs was causing trouble, and even dared to shoot?

This instantly provoked quite a few high-ranked soldiers.

"Fire indiscriminately! Counterattack!" shouted a major into the intercom loudly.

Just after he finished speaking, another voice urgently sounded on the same channel, "Do not shoot! Commander Frederick Franks has ordered no shooting!"

"F*** you, go to hell! Damn commander, if you're unhappy, I'll take you down with me, shoot!!" The Major didn't care about any commander now; fleeing from New Mexico in such disgrace would surely mean a forced retirement. So why not go out with a bang!

The soldiers of the U.S. 7th Infantry immediately retaliated.

The heavy machine guns on the armored vehicles opened fire on the crowd...

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The people at the forefront were cut down like wheat, their bodies torn to shreds...

"Attack! Attack!!!"

Americans might not know what a military disaster is, but today they'll learn, "for soldiers' teeth have always been costly!"

In 1926, when bandit soldiers ravaged Western Henan, they burned down over a hundred villages, massacring more than 20,000 civilians. In Baofeng County alone, 4,300 people were killed!

The methods were extremely brutal, using terrifying torture like live burials and execution by slicing, as bandits like Liu Heiqi's gang would skin entire families who resisted to set an example!

The American society already lacks recognition for soldiers, especially with how many times the US-Mexico War has occurred now?

Twice!

Both times were like being rubbed into the ground, as if the ground forces couldn't fight without air superiority. In close combat, they completely lost the flair they had during World War II, some even mocked them for only bullying protestors.

And the soldiers were dissatisfied with the public's lack of understanding of them.

The conflict between both sides had long been intensifying.

Many people in civilized society stayed so long they forgot... that the army is a violent institution!

The sudden slaughter caught the people off guard, oh, even if they reacted in time, could they really fight back against the army?

Frederick Franks stepped out of the car, shouting loudly for them to stop, but who would listen?

"Damn it! Let this idiot command us!"

Major Allen, the officer speaking on the intercom just now, was tall and robust. He wasn't formally trained, and his school wasn't prestigious, so he'd long been filled with resentment. When he saw Frederick Franks, a rush of blood to the head made him recklessly point his gun at the commander.

With a gunshot!

The American frontline commander, Admiral Frederick, clutched his chest as he fell, eyes wide in disbelief. The surrounding aides and guards exclaimed in shock, hurriedly shoving him into the car, but he likely wouldn't survive.

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

"The commander was shot by these motherf***ing rebels, avenge the commander!!" Major Allen roared, firing at the panicking crowd of fleeing civilians.

It turned into a slaughter game.

The soldiers, seeing red, didn't immediately withdraw from Albuquerque but instead began committing violent robberies, rapes, murders, and more.

The whole city instantly turned into a living hell!

Of course, some people resisted, but the more resistance there was, the more fury it invited.

Corpses were strewn everywhere...

Some even assaulted women in front of their husbands and children; the entire Albuquerque was wailing.

Completely unstoppable.

A Canadian journalist hiding in a room was trembling; he risked his life to record it. Two burly U.S. soldiers dragged a young girl by the leg into an alley, while the girl cried and struggled...

But this only excited them more.

"Oh Shit! She bit me!!" one soldier shouted angrily, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed it straight through the girl's throat!

The girl fell into a pool of blood, her eyes dull, reaching out as if for help.

The Canadian journalist, scared to death, curled back, trembling all over, turning the camera on himself with a choked voice, "It's chaos, the whole Albuquerque is in chaos, you can't imagine how terrifying soldiers are once they lose their mind and order!"

"Maybe, maybe today I'll die here too, I'm so scared."

(Bang!)

The sound of the door being slammed, the Canadian journalist shot his head up to see a soldier with a thick beard charging in, eyes crimson, who raised his gun upon seeing him.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a journalist, I'm neutral..."

Before he finished speaking, gunshots rang out one after another.

The pleas were abruptly cut off.

The massacre in Albuquerque continued from 8 PM on September 2nd until noon the next day!

Only sporadic 7th Army units left "in disarray".

The whole city...

was filled with bodies!

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