In an inconspicuous corner, a small black child was squeezed into meatloaf by the crowd, but his eyes showed a calmness that was not appropriate for his age.

Grabbing a swarthy sweet potato grenade in one hand, he bit off the safety with a touch of his mouth, slightly discerned the direction, and threw it in the direction of the military police. In a few seconds, one was thrown in one hand, and two black sweet potato grenades flew towards the US military police.

The U.S. military police are desperately pushing and shoving with the crowd trying to break through the cordon, and from time to time they are firing a batch of tear gas canisters at the crazy crowd, but this trick is not particularly effective, as long as they see the military police firing tear gas, many people take out a pair of gas masks, or water-soaked handkerchiefs to cover their faces, in short, it is an outlaw who does not want to die, the effect of the high-pressure water cannon is not strong, and the fire truck transferred by the military police is overturned to the ground.

Some military policemen inadvertently raised their heads and saw two black things flying over, but they didn't pay much attention to it, but subconsciously tried not to dodge, and secretly thought in their hearts that maybe it was some iron bullet or shot put or something.

However, soon, two grenades flew into the crowd of military and police, and when they hit the unlucky man, they suddenly exploded.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Two explosions in succession, like two thunderbolts on a sunny day, stunned the generals and the demonstrators, and at the same time frightened, the demonstrators thought that the army had opened fire, and the army thought that it had been fired.

In the explosion, more than a dozen military and police officers, as well as a group of demonstrators who were a little farther away, were blown away, and the result of the explosion of the high-explosive grenade was that seven or eight people were killed on the spot and more than a dozen others were injured.

"Ah......h

"God, it hurts me......"

"Help......

After a brief panic, the wounded were the first to scream, and the smoke of gunpowder, blood everywhere, and even flying shredded flesh and shrapnel caused great damage.

"God, what have these goddamn pigs done!!"

A colonel was drinking coffee on the third floor of the White House when he looked at the sudden explosion on the lawn and had no idea what was happening.

He was aware of a great crisis, one that he could not control.

"Boom ......"

"Boom ......"

"Boom ......"

There were multiple explosions again, and several grenades again flew up from the crowd and were thrown into the crowd of military police, again causing great casualties.

"It's over......"

The colonel, not fearing his fright, hurriedly turned around and ran downstairs, drawing his pistol, but before he could rush out of the room, he turned around again and ran to the window, and what he saw made him despair.

"Bang ......"

What he had just heard was the sound of gunfire, and then a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

I don't know who fired the gun first, but anyway, the military and police who had guns in their hands raised their guns, pointed their guns at the demonstrators, and no matter who threw grenades, they began to fire.

The nerves of the military police, who were stimulated by death and blood, were already tense to the extreme, and several military policemen who were obviously excited pulled the trigger happily, and then, the other military policemen did not think much about it, and began to fire without waiting for the order of their superiors.

The demonstrators were knocked down in large swaths, screaming and bleeding, their heads were blown out, their limbs were broken, their chests were pierced, and even a large hole was pierced, revealing the power of military weapons.

"Fight with these damn dogs!!"

I don't know who yelled, and the fierce military police, who were firing, saw a dozen black objects flying towards them again, yes, this time a dozen very portable grenades flew towards the ranks of the military police.

By shooting and wounding the demonstrators, a safe distance of 20 meters was cleared, but the grenade easily flew over a distance of 40 or 50 meters and landed in the crowd of military police.

Grenades are very difficult to defend against, especially in such a dense queue, where more than a dozen of them explode at once, resulting in at least twenty or thirty military and police officers being killed or injured.

"Da Da Da ......"

At this time, repeatedly stimulated by the tragedy in front of them, the machine gun team that was on guard in a higher position finally opened fire.

The condescending American GIs, whose eyes were completely red, pulled the trigger and began to shoot at the reactionary mob in their eyes.

Patches of rioters were shot and wounded, but the number of dead and wounded by the military and police from the beginning to the present has also skyrocketed to more than 50, and the scene was extremely chaotic, in addition to suppressing these rioters by force, the military and police also had to rescue those injured comrades, the scene was chaotic for a time, and the military and police relied on standard military weapons, including machine guns and individual rifles, and for a time they had the upper hand.

The demonstrators could only rely on throwing grenades from time to time to retaliate, but as the distance widened, the grenades were obviously no longer sufficient, and a large number of ordinary people were shot, with a large number of dead and wounded.

Massacre, this is a massacre!!

Except in the beginning, unknown terrorists used grenades to attack the military and police, but in an instant it became a military and police line and in turn massacred these 'mobs'.

When people are angry, especially when death and blood stimulate their normal thinking, they will only lose their minds, for example, when there are only a few 'terrorists', but they prefer to imagine that all the demonstrators they can see are terrorists.

The colonel rushed downstairs and shouted hoarsely to stop shooting, but the occasional grenade thrown by the thugs made it all futile, and the massacre continued, and many soldiers even chased the so-called thugs with rifles and submachine guns, shooting them, and the United States, which originally admired freedom and boiling, turned into complete hostility at this moment because of all kinds of ulterior motives.

The demonstrators were frantically fleeing for their lives, and under the threat of death at gunpoint, they had long forgotten what they were here for, and that it was they who wanted to flee here.

"Quick, run faster."

Paul is an unemployed car manufacturing worker, when the economy is still booming, he is responsible for a bearing process on the assembly line, although the daily work is very hard, but the income is also considerable, at least, can maintain the family's expenses, his wife is a laundry worker, although as the washing machine becomes more and more popular, her income is getting worse and worse, but at least the family of three can still eat.

But soon, the economy began to slump, and then the war began. He was a manufacturing worker, and when the war came, he thought he could find a job, but after working as a worker in a bullet factory, he found that his income was so low that it was completely negligible, his wife was completely unemployed, and his daily business was to queue up to receive handouts.

The family's income was pitiful, and they belonged to the kind of people who could be reduced to abject poverty at any moment, and until he found a new way to make money, the child had not eaten delicious bread for three months.

This job is to follow some so-called Ming Cook people, participate in politics, his daily work is very simple, that is, demonstrations, queue up to get money, queue up to buy supermarkets, there will always be superiors who hand over money to them, and then they do it. He never dared to covet those things, because they kill people without blinking.

Now, he was making $10 a day in the square, which was more than he had been paid for a month's shift, so he quit his job and started working with the man.

Now, the gun went off, the dead man, Paul did what his superiors ordered, and began to run away, because he had other things, just now, he threw two grenades with his own hands, one in a pocket, and killed several military policemen, but he didn't care, because his superiors told him that it was the American political axe's refusal to end the war that brought all this, and the hypocritical American political axe brought the American people, who could have been out of trouble, into the war, into the quagmire of nuclear war.

It's not good, he naturally hates the political axe, so he doesn't have any psychological pressure, and with those Mingzhu organizations, he can still make money and do big things.

He had been running frantically, looking around from time to time, the gunfire of the military police was already far behind, but the crowd was still running frantically.

The streets are full of shops, and although the economy is sluggish and the people don't have dollars in their hands, there are always a lot of rich people who still enjoy cars and enjoy a luxurious life, and the dazzling shops on the streets show all this.

Some wealthy people dressed in formal clothes got out of their cars and hid in stores, staring mockingly and hatefully at the hundreds of frantically fleeing thugs on the streets outside.

"Damn thugs, they all deserve to go to hell!"

Paul seemed to hear the cursing from the lips of the rich behind the shop window.

He didn't wait any longer, remembering the instructions of his superiors, he pulled out a steel pipe from his back, and then shouted, "Poor and oppressed people, we should bring something back." ”

After yelling loudly, Paul rushed directly to a small food store next to him, which was full of chocolates and even not too fresh cakes, which he hadn't eaten for many years, except for the recent Minghe organization began to distribute some daily necessities.

He kicked open the door of the store, bounced the two clerks who tried to block the door, and then rushed into the store, and he was a worker, with great strength, and pushed down the two emaciated clerks, rushed over and began to frantically grab the things on the shelves.

"Oh God, damn thugs, what are you doing."

A fat-headed, big-eared shopkeeper looked at all this with shock and anger, although he also hated these poor people, as a middle-class American, he had no shortage of food and clothing, but he hated these people, and now, they were going to take their things, and he was immediately angry.

However, the next moment, dozens of thugs poured in from the door, frantically pounced on the merchandise shelves, and the looting began.

…… Half an hour later, Truman, who was in the Department of Defense building, learned the sad news that made him forget to close his mouth in surprise.

"Mr. President, there was bloodshed in front of the White House, where a mob threw grenades at the army, and the army used high-powered standard weapons, and when the mob fled, they ransacked the streets of the neighborhood, and many poor people joined in...... The army is trying to control order ......"

Truman was shocked, but finally came to his senses and muttered, "Free America, there have been riots and massacres, and ...... turmoil."

(To be continued)