Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 618 American-style soldiers are as easy to comb as bandits!
Anyone who has read history books knows this.

The essence of an empire is actually a product of a "republic of interests" twisted together. There were 422 emperors in Chinese history. If centralization of power could not be achieved, the powerful families and clans under the emperor would rise up in rebellion!

This is an inevitable trend!
Just as the Skull and Bones Society seizes power from the top, while established families rise from the bottom, this is not contradictory.

Almost no feudal dynasty could withstand such a blow, not even... the American Empire!
Pentagon.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill you all! Kill you all!!!"

The corridors of the affiliated hospital echoed with sinister shouts, accompanied by the weary cries of doctors. Then, Defense Minister Norman Schwarzkopf, dressed in psychiatric garb, was seen running around. Suddenly, he spotted a bespectacled male doctor, rushed over, and, to the doctor's horrified gaze, grabbed him by the neck and shook him violently.

"Victor! You're Victor! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Its face was so hideous and terrifying that it made people feel uneasy.

Those around were stunned by this.

Just as the doctor was about to die, those around him rushed forward to pull him away, but Norman Schwarzkopf was still shouting. The crowd dragged him into the ward and held him tightly to the bed...

His wife, Brenda Holsinger, covered her face and wept; her hair was disheveled, as if she hadn't combed it in a long time.

The doctors looked at him, then lowered their heads and left.

In the hospital room, not a single member of his so-called "Golden Knights" was present, not even the "Butcher" Trent Taylor, whom he had personally pushed up!
He had been "crazy" for a long time. His granddaughter was taken to Germany by his parents for medical treatment. At that time, Norman Schwarzkopf still refused, believing it to be "witchcraft." However, his daughter Zhou scolded him and even had a conflict. He resolutely left the United States with his daughter.

Looks like...

Poor thing...

Slowly, Norman Schwarzkopf, lying on the hospital bed, stopped struggling. He suddenly spoke, "Brenda..."

His wife rushed over, took his hand, and said with tears in her eyes, "I'm here, I'm here."

Norman Schwarzkopf looked at his partner with affection, his eyes surprisingly peaceful, not at all like someone who was mentally ill.

"Leave America, go to Germany, go to Europe, don't stay here anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense... It's okay, it's okay."

Norman Schwarzkopf looked up. "Do you think I'm crazy too? They won't let me live. Only by pretending to be insane can they protect you. Don't trust anyone. Do you think I don't know that witchcraft is fake? I know it better than anyone!"

"Cough cough cough..."

"But it is precisely because I understand this that I realize there is a group of people back home who want my life, yet they are able to get close to Alyssa. What does this mean? It means that I have been abandoned by everyone!"

"Including Trent Taylor, your nephew!!!"

Brenda Holsinger stared at her husband with a chill running down her spine, her lips trembling. Had she been faking it all this time?
During this period, Norman Schwarzkopf imitated dog barks and even crawled on the ground, seeing everyone as Viktor. He even assaulted two psychiatrists and smashed their equipment.

Diagnosed with: Irritability, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder…

But now you're telling me it was all an act, you can imagine how Brenda Holmesinger feels.

Norman Schwarzkopf gripped her hand tightly. "Go! Leave America! America is doomed! America is doomed! Don't worry me, get out of here!"

Brenda Halsinger only knows how to cry.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open…

Norman Schwarzkopf reacted as if a switch had been flipped; he began convulsing violently on the hospital bed, screaming, "Get out! Get out! Get away!!!"

"aunt…"

The man who entered was none other than Trent Taylor. He was in high spirits, his eyes were bright, and he exuded a powerful aura. He was now a formidable figure. After he took down the CIA, he had become the top intelligence official in the United States!

In short, maintain composure and inner strength in a high position.

If you see the King of Thailand's dog, you'd probably say something like, "Hello~"

Trent Taylor gently helped his aunt up, looking at Norman Schwarzkopf with concern, "Is your uncle's condition serious?"

Brenda Holsinger hesitated for a moment, but ultimately believed her husband and nephew. She wiped away her tears and said with some distress, "The doctor said his condition is very serious. The long-term stress has caused him to have a mental breakdown, and... and his blood pressure is high. If this continues, he will have a stroke and a heart attack."

Upon hearing this, Trent Taylor's eyes flashed with a hint of nervousness, but also... a hint of smugness?
He had already sided with George W. Bush!
The phone call I made in the hospital restroom was to him.

Seriously, only after becoming their lackey did he understand what a political family truly meant!
Although George H.W. Bush is dead, he was president. But what about George W. Bush? He relied on his family's influence to wield immense power. To put it bluntly…

If the United States were to disappear, everyone would die, but these political families would not. They have many partners or allies in Europe and even Asia.

Not everyone is a "Huang Chao".

Compared to them, what does Norman Schwarzkopf have besides his 200-pound weight?
If Trent Taylor wants to climb the ladder, then I'm sorry, Uncle…

At worst, I'll find my aunt a more reliable one later!
Upon hearing this, he pretended to be very distressed and sighed, "America can't do without you, Uncle. Things are even more chaotic outside now, with protesters everywhere. They've even put a bounty on your whole family."

"what?!"

Brenda Holsinger gasped, somewhat flustered. "Then...what should we do, Trent? Your uncle has been so good to you, you have to help him." She grabbed her nephew's arm, squeezing it after each sentence, her eyes fixed on him as if she were telling him something.

But the other party didn't notice and was actually quite happy. He nodded in a pretentious manner, "It's okay, I'm here. I won't let anyone near the hospital. Don't worry, Aunt, I can guarantee your safety. You take good care of Uncle here, everything will be fine. By the way, Aunt, have Cynthia and the others called back?"

Cynthia is his eldest daughter!

Brenda Holsinger was very vigilant. She also felt that something was wrong with her nephew. She sent people to keep an eye on her uncle, which was to prevent him from contacting outsiders.
What is this called?
Isolate the inside from the outside?!

"He called me, saying the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with Alyssa, and she was feeling very bad..."

Trent Taylor nodded. "God will bless her."

After saying that, she glanced at her watch, made up a reason and excuse, and left. After closing the door, Brenda Holmes looked at her husband, and the two looked at each other, silently shedding tears.

"Go quickly. Don't worry, I'm still safe. They won't let me die. After all, supporting a puppet, especially one who can take the blame at this time, is pointless."

That's absolutely true.

Norman Schwarzkopf will likely receive a negative review in future American and even world history. If we were to use Chinese posthumous titles, he might be given the character "Ling" (灵, meaning spirit/spirit).

Peaceful America makes money, but chaotic America makes even more money.

...

The United States is really in chaos right now...

Especially in California and New Mexico!
On September 2, the forward command headquarters stationed in Albuquerque, New Mexico, issued a notice ordering the complete withdrawal of troops!
General Frederick Franks ultimately chose to leave.

As he rode away from Albuquerque in his Humvee with his troops, angry residents lined both sides of the road, holding banners and cursing.

"You traitors! Traitors! Traitors!" "Are our tax revenues just meant to feed the dogs? Why did you abandon us?"

General Frederick Franks looked grim. He actually wanted to fight, but his men had lost their courage. The most important thing was that the Pentagon's compensation standards had been lowered!

The death benefits during the Gulf War consisted of many components: the families of fallen soldiers received a one-time payment of approximately $6000 (previously $3000, which doubled after the war). This payment was used for emergency expenses (such as funerals and travel expenses for family members).

Military condolence allowance: An additional pension of approximately US$10 to US$12 will be provided for funeral arrangements!

And now... $5 lost, and the exchange rate is much lower than it was three years ago!
The most outrageous thing is that the number of missing persons has increased, with more than 3000 people reported missing, and none of these people need to receive compensation.

This action made General Frederick Franks blush.

He asked himself honestly, if he were like that, he would have already surrendered to Mexico. If he could fire a couple of shots at the front, he would have already paid the money.

"Hey…"

He sighed.

boom-

He had barely finished sighing when he suddenly heard gunshots. His face changed drastically. "Where are you firing? Where are you firing? Don't return fire!!"

Before his message could even get through, the already tense army erupted into chaos.

A bullet, from who-knows-where, struck the driver of the lead vehicle. He was unlucky; the car sped off. Someone shouted, "Make them leave their weapons behind!!!"

The public is easily swayed...

Especially during violent incidents, a group of people would rush up with handguns, semi-automatic rifles, and other weapons to disarm the American troops, shouting slogans as they did so.

Is this still available?

Two regiments of the famous U.S. 7th Infantry Division, belonging to the U.S. 1st Corps, retreated with General Frederick Franks.

I was already quite annoyed by this humiliating defeat...

You bunch of troublemakers, you dare to come up here and cause trouble, and you even dare to fire a gun?
This immediately provoked many of the soldiers in charge.

"Fire indiscriminately! Return fire!" a major shouted into his walkie-talkie.

No sooner had he finished speaking than another voice came through the same channel, "Don't fire! Commander Frederick Franks has ordered that no one be fired!"

"Fuck you! Screw you, Commander! If you're not happy, I'll take you down too! Shoot!!" The major didn't care about any commander title. Fleeing from New Mexico like this, he'd inevitably face forced retirement. He might as well "enjoy himself to the fullest"!
The soldiers of the U.S. 7th Infantry Corps immediately retaliated.

The heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle opened fire on the crowd...

ratt ratt ratt ratt!

The people at the forefront were cut down like wheat being harvested, their bodies smashed to pieces…

"Attack! Attack!!!"

Americans may not know what the disaster of war is, but today I'll show you: "Since ancient times, soldiers have been highly valued!"

In 1926, when Bai Lang's bandits roamed western Henan, they burned more than 100 villages and massacred more than 20,000 civilians. In Baofeng County alone, 4300 people were killed!
Their methods were extremely cruel, including burying people alive and dismemberment to intimidate the public. For example, Liu Heiqi's gang once skinned the entire family of villagers who resisted and displayed their skins in public!
American society itself lacks identification with soldiers, especially now that the Mexican-American War has happened several times.
Twice!
They were all thoroughly humiliated. It was as if the ground troops couldn't fight without air superiority. In close combat, they completely lost their World War II prowess. Some people mocked them, saying they only knew how to bully protesters.

The soldiers were dissatisfied that the people did not understand them.

The conflict between the two sides had long been escalating.

Many people, having lived in civilized society for too long, forget that... the military is an institution of violence!

The sudden massacre caught the civilians off guard. Oh, even if they could react in time, could they defeat the army?
Frederick Franks got out of the car and shouted, "Stop! Stop!" But who would listen?
"Damn it! You idiot, how dare you command us!"

Major Allen, who was speaking on the walkie-talkie just now, was a big, burly man. He wasn't formally trained in law, and the school he graduated from wasn't very prestigious, which was why he couldn't get promoted. He had long harbored resentment. When he saw Frederick Franks, he acted impulsively and recklessly pointed his gun at the commander.

A gunshot rang out!
General Frederick, the U.S. frontline commander, collapsed, clutching his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief. His staff and guards gasped and hurriedly shoved him into a car, but he was unlikely to survive.

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

"The commander has been shot by these damn thugs! Avenge the commander!!" Major Allen roared, firing at the fleeing civilians around him.

It turned into a killing game.

Instead of immediately withdrawing from Albuquerque, the bloodthirsty soldiers began violent robberies, rapes, and murders.

The entire city instantly turned into a living hell!
Of course, some people resisted, but the more they resisted, the more anger they were met with.

Corpses can be seen everywhere…

There were even cases of women being assaulted in front of their husbands and children, and the whole of Albuquerque was in anguish.

It was completely unstoppable.

A Canadian journalist, trembling with fear, risked his life to record the scene: two burly American soldiers dragging a young girl by the legs into an alley; the girl was crying and struggling…

But this only provoked them more.

"Ouch! She bit me!!" a soldier yelled angrily, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed it straight into the girl's throat!
The girl lying in a pool of blood had cloudy eyes and reached out her hand as if calling for help.

The Canadian journalist, terrified, quickly shrank back, trembling all over. He pointed the camera at himself and said in a tearful voice, "It's chaos! The whole of Albuquerque is in chaos! You can't even imagine how terrifying soldiers who have lost their minds and order are!"

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

(Bang!)

The sound of the door being slammed startled the Canadian reporter, who looked up sharply and saw a bearded soldier rush in, his eyes bloodshot, raising his gun as soon as he saw him.

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

Before he could finish speaking, a series of gunshots rang out.

The begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

The Albuquerque tragedy lasted from 9 p.m. on September 2nd until noon the following day!

The scattered 7th Army units then dispersed and left in smaller groups.

The whole city…

They are all corpses!

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(End of this chapter)