“…… A large number of troops have entered the city and blocked various street points in order to quell the looting and rioting of the mob...... The police said that the riot was caused by the spread of racism, and for the safety of the citizens, it is forbidden to walk freely in the city, so please stay in your own home so that the military does not misunderstand and make regrettable actions......

In the wide screen, the well-dressed host is talking to a serious face, holding the microphone and talking to an officer with a haze on his face, and in the background sound of their conversation, there are also chaotic footsteps and the roar of the engine, which seems to be quite chaotic.

At the same time as the moderator interviewed the officers, three M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicles were slowly driving down the street behind them, the slender 25mm machine gun in front of the turret was aimed at the front, and the 7 on top of the turret was in front. On the 62mm parallel machine gun, there are also soldiers wearing steel helmets and sunglasses, and their faces are aimed at the front with a serious face, as if they are on the front line of the battlefield.

The street in the distance of the camera has long since ceased to be prosperous, in the two rows of carefully manicured greenery, only a few looming figures wander in the distance, but in the near distance there are more individual fortifications built with sandbags and cement blocks, and the heavily armed soldiers each occupy one, set up the squad with M249 light machine guns, load the neat and orderly chain of bullets, and aim the muzzle of the black hole hole at the middle of the street, which is ready to fire at any time.

The camera pans horizontally, and in the upper right corner, a CH-47D "Chinook" heavy transport helicopter is flying quickly over the street, and under the huge fuselage, four stout chains are suspended from an M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicle, the tandem twin rotors rotate rapidly, trying to maintain balance and speed, and the direction seems to be flying towards the depths of the city.

“…… Our army is absolutely invincible, and even those thugs with a small number of weapons cannot resist a powerful and powerful attack, but in a short time, the cunning thugs will flee to any corner, to the homes of citizens, and after deliberation between the president and parliament, the "Temporary Fire Innocence Act" will be unanimously passed and authorized, and measured by wartime standards......"

“…… For the rioters who appear in front of us, we will remind the citizens not to provide any supplies to the rioters, not to accept any temptation from the rioters, and not to have any concerns in the face of their intimidation, the "Temporary Fire Innocence Act" will be implemented from this moment on, and all citizens who see this program are requested to convey to each other that from this moment on, it will not be against the law to shoot the rioters and any gangsters who try to pose a threat to themselves......"

In the footage on the TV screen, soldiers wearing ACU camouflage and bulletproof vests with M4A1 assault rifles are walking in two neat rows, with sunglasses on their faces only serious, but they also seem to have a chance to win. But it seemed that the composure of the soldiers was as if they were disguised.

“…… The military has taken full control of the city, and with the help of the police, we can quickly familiarize ourselves with the layout of the city, and our citizens can be confident that in three days our brave soldiers will bring the thugs who hide like cockroaches in dark corners to the justice they deserve......"

"Oh, my brain is like a crumbling pile of rubber tires..."

Throwing the remote control towards the sofa, Liszt pinched his eyebrows vigorously. The dizziness caused by last night's hangover still made him feel quite painful, but when he looked at the clock on the wall next to him, he sat on the sofa again, and sighed a little helplessly: "Damn, I haven't gone to work at this point, old Kyle must be going crazy..."

As one of the best employees of the auto repair shop, Liszt did not believe in his usual good craftsmanship, and at this time he could exchange for old Kyle, the little sympathy of Grande II. Pouring himself a cup of instant coffee next to him, Liszt couldn't help but lament the perfect attendance award that was announced this month.

"Toot toot... Toot toot... Toot toot toot..."

Picking up the mobile phone next to him, Liszt dialed Old Kyle's phone with a bitter face, and was about to accept the ravages of the storm in his ear, and wanted to lick his face and ask for a day off directly, but was disturbed by a busy sound: "Oh, damn the communication association, the communication fee paid by Lao Tzu every month is... Wait, what's going on? ”

Looking at the zero signal displayed on his phone with a dark face, Liszt could almost imagine the appearance of old Kyle's foul breath foaming on his face. But when he raised his head and finally found the picture on the TV screen, his two eyes slowly narrowed: "A defensive force of this scale is still called martial law in the whole city?" ”

In the picture, infantry squads are scattered on both sides of the road in full armor, and three M2 "Bradley" infantry fighting vehicles are parked in the middle and on both sides of the road. The three infantrymen also walked briskly with a heavy black M2 Browning large-caliber machine gun, apparently trying to set up a standard machine-gun emplacement on sandbags.

Liszt could tell from the real National Army just by looking at the swift movements and standard tactical arrangements of this group of infantrymen that it was the real National Army, and not the National Guard, which only knew that the significance of the show was greater. But what made him even more solemn was the dull roar of the engine in the background sound of the picture!

"If that's right... It's the M1A2 Abrams main battle tank! ”

As a former member of the Marine Corps, Liszt is now retired, but his ears are still quite sensitive to the roar of the engine. Especially looking at the colonel's officer with a serious face on the TV screen, his hand slowly clenched: "No, no, no, officers of the rank of colonel have come out to explain and refute the rumors... What's going on here? ”

The rank of colonel of the National Army alone is more than enough to serve as the commander of the regiment, and looking at the seemingly relaxed questions and answers between the host and the officer in the picture, the doubts and uneasiness in Liszt's heart are getting higher and higher. If this is just an ordinary riot caused by racial discrimination, it is far from the point of sending troops to block the main roads in the city!

Especially when he looked down at the zero signal displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, his brows were already tightly furrowed, and the doubts in his heart had all turned into uneasiness: "Damn..." Liszt couldn't help but muttered to himself, if this no signal is connected with the army, then it means that the signal is blocked or interrupted.

Neither of these was acceptable to Liszt, the signal cut was a city district, and without prior notice, I am afraid that everyone would sue afterwards, and the National Communications Association would pay the price of bankruptcy for this failed decision. As for signal shielding, this kind of tactical means unique to the army, in Liszt's opinion, made his heart even more uneasy.

"Bang bang-"

But Liszt's clue had not yet been cleared, and a rapid gunfire instantly came from the TV screen, accompanied by the violently shaking camera, the originally well-dressed and compulsive host had already thrown down the microphone, and crawled to the side with the help of the officer, with a frightened face.

And the camera also seemed to fall to the ground in the violent shaking, but with the fixation of the camera, it was clear that the soldiers who were originally fully armed and waiting for them were firing at the street in front of them, and only the continuous violent gunfire and the 12 mixed in the background sound had been left. 7mm heavy machine gun and 20mm machine gun, that deafening burst fire!

"Whoa—whoa—"

But there was a deafening roar, even the furious gunfire could not be hidden, and at the end of the road in front of the camera, a black thing as if it was a tide was slowly crushing in the series of bullets visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the countless roars also passed over the scene and passed through the headset to the TV screen in front of Liszt.

However, in less than ten seconds, the entire TV screen was cut off in an instant, and the whole picture was completely turned into a snowflake. After waiting for three seconds, he was switched to a live broadcast room, and at the same time, there was also a female host, holding the speech paper nervously in front of her, and saying the above words with low eyebrows and trembling voices.

“…… Before the military and the gathered ... There was a heavy exchange of fire between the rioters...... Crossfire...... At the same time, we would like to convey to the public...... Admonition from the military and police...... Be cautious in your own home...... If someone has an unknown injury...... It's an excellent idea to isolate as soon as possible... Please note...... Once someone gets hurt......... Quarantine immediately......... And in case of any danger it is allowed to shoot directly...... Killed...... will not be subject to legal liability......"

Slowly put down the TV remote control in his hand, Liszt looked at the TV screen in front of him, the host who was obviously pretending to be calm but couldn't even read the script well, but the corner of his mouth showed a mocking smile, especially the faint gunfire from the window, he couldn't help but grit his teeth lightly and said: "Racist thug? ”

"It's ridiculous."

Liszt stood up gently, the hangover of last night seemed to dissipate as he got up, and the Marines of a year ago reappeared in him. Slowly pulling open the dark compartment on the side of the sofa, a brand new Winchester M1887 lever shotgun with the smell of gun oil appeared in his hand.

Taking a deep breath and clutching the shotgun that had been used for hunting, Winchester, a century-old brand, this calmed the uneasiness in Liszt's heart a little. And he looked out the window at the sky that seemed to have a layer of gray mist, and couldn't help but smile down: "There is nothing that Winchester 1887 can't solve." If there is—" He paused and said repeatedly, "Then two." ”