The so-called military control, that is, a special form of control and management exercised in special periods such as wars, riots and serious natural disasters - that is, the armed forces take over the civilian government power and replace the administrative officials and the police to exercise management functions, is a rather simple and crude but quite effective coercive management method.

Although the inconveniences caused by military control often arouse the resentment of the population, it can always allow the armed forces to take control of the city in a very short time, effectively restore social order, and make it difficult for some people with ulterior motives to take advantage of it.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly very difficult to set off a city-wide riot in a city under military control. The armed forces, especially the formed regular army, are well organized and able to ensure that they extinguish any potential for escalation before the situation escalates – unless they are facing an adversary who is superior to them in absolute power. For the adventurists in the cities who have ulterior motives and try to make a big deal out of the small, military control is like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, leaving them like a fish in their throats.

Of course, all of the above is just based on the general situation. Once the setting of supernatural power is introduced...... Then it's all very different.

"We don't have many opportunities, and if we don't succeed once, it's hard to succeed again." Scarlett said with her hands on her shoulders. "I'll have to leave it to you, Mr. Ronald."

"I've never been an Assassin." Xue Yuan said hesitantly, "It's easy for me to capture or assassinate a helpless war correspondent, but I am not sure that I will not alarm others, after all, it is a big living person with a noble status, who knows how many people around him are secretly protecting." ”

Xue Yuan's words are not shirkable, his skills are suitable for frontal combat, not for stealth assassination.

"So we had to figure out all the keys to the operation — this is the floor plan of the city of Atlanta." Pitty pulled out a parchment map from the cabinet and spread it out on the table: it was a complete floor plan of the city of Atlanta. This map not only depicts a clear and accurate scale, but also indicates the deployment of soldiers and the time of shift changes.

A complete plan of a city is still not something that ordinary people can get in this era, not to mention that there is a detailed army patrol deployment and replenishment plan.

"Wow, it looks like Pitty you're ready." Scarlett exclaimed.

Pitty ignored her and continued, "You can rest assured that the war correspondent doesn't have bodyguards around to protect him...... What we have is a way to get him out. The only thing to worry about now is whether that damn mobile apocalypse is going to happen? When will it appear? If it were to show up out of nowhere, the plan would be completely ruined......"

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"Will you suddenly appear in the coffee shop on the corner......" Xue Yuan hummed a song, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him and walking down the street. He passed through a crowd of frenzied blacks shouting for freedom and liberation, and walked down a short street toward the station. Ambulances and clouds of dust huddled together, and doctors and stretcher workers were busy carrying wounded soldiers.

"We'll give you a chance." Before leaving, Pitty said to him, "Don't worry, there will be a big scene for that reporter to show up." ”

Xue Yuan now finally understood what the so-called "big scene" meant.

Hundreds of wounded, shoulder to shoulder, head to foot, lay in rows and rows under the scorching sun, along the railroad and sidewalks, under the canopy of the carts, stretching endlessly. Some lay quietly and stiffly, while others crouched in the sun and groaned. Everywhere there were swarms of flies flying over their heads, crawling around in their faces, buzzing. Everywhere there was blood, filthy bandages, lamentations, and shrill curses from the pain of the stretcher bearers as they moved.

The smell of blood, sweat stains, unwashed bodies and feces rose in bursts of hot mist, and Xue Yuan couldn't help but gag. Hospital personnel in ambulances scurried around among the lying wounded, often stepping on the wounded who were too closely aligned, and those who were being stepped on had to roll their eyes sluggishly and wait for someone to carry them.

Xue Yuan shrugged his shoulders and cheered up, he held his breath and walked towards this hectic and miserable scene very naturally, while his eyes widened to identify his target from those who were walking. Such a big scene, that war correspondent will never let go. However, Xue Yuan couldn't walk very fast, because he would accidentally step on a poor wounded soldier. He could only move step by step among the men, towards a group of people who were directing the stretchers.

"Damn, we're in an ambush! That filthy Southern scum! A wounded soldier grabbed Xue Yuan's thigh, "I'm Captain Tom!" I need a doctor! I can't die here! ”