The Plane War Begins from Wandering Earth

Chapter 97 096. This country needs a cleansing

Near a middle-class community in the suburbs of Washington, Robert, in a highly nervous state, led his neighbors behind him to a safer area.

He was a leader elected by community residents and was trusted by everyone because of his experience serving in the National Guard.

However, when Robert's heart instantly rose to his throat when he spotted two modified pickup trucks in the distance on the street.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He cursed quietly to relieve his inner anxiety.

Because Washington is a special district, gun control is strict, which is also an important reason why the middle-class community where Robert lives has good public security.

However, with the outbreak of the North American Civil War and the deteriorating situation, the more stringent gun control is in a region, the less means ordinary people have to protect themselves.

Especially now that the federal government forces are overwhelmed.

The suburbs of Washington are nominally still under the jurisdiction of the federal government, but with the influx of a large number of "redneck militias", it has become a paradise for them to act recklessly.

"Bang bang~"

Two crisp gunshots came from afar. Robert, who had served in the army, knew that these were the sounds of AR-15 series rifles.

But he didn't know whether the target of the gunshot was a person or an object.

He also didn't plan to stick his head out to observe, because once exposed and discovered by the other party, these ordinary citizens would definitely be in great danger.

However, Robert was not the only one in the team behind him who was extremely nervous.

A middle-aged "urban elite" man with a slicked-back hair and dressed in a suit seemed to be frightened by the gunshots. He backed away repeatedly, trying to get away from the place where the gunshots came from.

But there are apparently more than two "Redneck Militia" pickup trucks in the area.

"Bang bang bang~"

A series of gunshots rang out on the street not far behind them, and two modified pickup trucks appeared behind the group.

In the end, four modified pickup trucks and 15 "redneck militiamen" surrounded Robert and others like they were driving cattle.

I saw that everyone on the opposite side was holding a rifle, and there were even two M60 machine guns simply welded to the cargo bed of a modified pickup truck.

Robert wisely stuffed the small-caliber pistol in his arms into his underwear.

He had found this small pistol on a police officer who had died on the street.

The "redneck militia" who attacked the police officer looked down on this low-powered pistol that was barely enough to kill a dog.

"Hey guys, I think there must be some kind of misunderstanding here."

As a representative elected by the neighbors, Robert had no choice but to stand up.

"Oh? Is there any misunderstanding?"

The red-necked white man in a wide-brimmed cowboy hat asked somewhat jokingly.

"We are all North American citizens, and North Americans should not kill each other..."

"Oh? Then who are they?"

After hearing Robert's words, the leading redneck "cowboy" pointed his gun at several Asian faces in the crowd.

"They... they are also North American citizens."

"Yes, I'm from Hong Kong in the East. I applied for political asylum here. I have a North American green card..."

One of them, an Asian man, stammered in English about his origins and frantically tried to take out his ID from his backpack to prove his identity.

However, the redneck cowboy on the opposite side ignored it.

"Shut up, did I allow you to talk?"

"Bang bang~"

Two shots killed the Asian man.

The spurting blood splashed all over the people around, and this sudden scene scared the dozen or so Washington residents who were surrounded.

The red-neck cowboy then turned his gun around and shot at the remaining two Asians without hesitation. Even though the two Asians shouted that they were from North America's loyal ally, the Han country, the cowboy's hand did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

"I hate these immigrants. They come here like locusts, snatching jobs that originally belonged to us..."

The redneck cowboy spat hatefully at the three Asians who fell to the ground.

The rest of the people were silent as a group, like frightened quails, not daring to move.

However, killing three Asians was just the appetizer. Several other redneck cowboys soon pointed their guns at the Mexicans, South Americans, and blacks in the surrounded crowd.

After a series of gunshots, only a few white people including Robert were still standing among the surrounded crowd.

The blood on the ground had soaked the asphalt road, and Robert, a veteran, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

“Our country needs a thorough cleansing!

Now, hand over your belongings and you can leave."

The redneck cowboys "mercifully" spared Robert and several other pure-blooded white men.

After collecting the valuables from this group of middle-class residents, he drove away in a modified pickup truck.

After these ferocious cowboys left, several female white survivors finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground crying.

Robert also stared blankly in the direction where the modified pickup truck disappeared. He didn't know what was going on in this country and when this civil war would end.

He was in a daze and hadn't reacted yet when he heard the noise of the pickup truck's engine coming from the street ahead again, mixed with a series of firing sounds like frying beans.

'Those guys changed their minds?!'

Thinking of this, Robert was suddenly startled and quickly asked his neighbors to hide.

Before they could hide, four modified pickup trucks whizzed past them.

Fortunately, they were completely ignored by the redneck cowboys.

The firepower of the pickup truck team was all directed towards the rear, as if there was some horrible monster there that was ready to eat anyone.

"Boom boom boom~"

The next moment, accompanied by a series of tactical pulse gun roars, two UEG armored personnel carriers appeared at the end of the street.

The heavy infantry regiment has been fully equipped with the second-dimensional technology, and its combat effectiveness has been significantly enhanced.

Military exoskeleton armor is responsible for providing battlefield fire support.

The same Delta 6 armor used by special forces has become the individual combat suit of the heavy infantry regiment.

As for the explosion-proof armor equipped with Cobra technology, it is used to deal with offensive and defensive operations on the front battlefield.

The tactical pulse gun greatly enhances the individual firepower of the heavy infantry regiment.

With the coalition government controlling nearly unlimited energy supplies and a massive industrial production system, the military equipment of the coalition government soldiers is being rapidly upgraded.

Under the attack of a series of electromagnetic pulse bombs, the four modified pickup trucks quickly split and disintegrated in the violent rush.

The redneck cowboys who luckily survived the car accident picked up their machine guns and tried to resist.

A Predator drone whizzed past at low altitude.

The hissing sound of a machine gun like a cloth-tearing machine was heard briefly.

In the blink of an eye, all the surviving redneck cowboys were killed on the spot.

This low-intensity battle made it difficult for Zhang Xiaoqiang to have emotional fluctuations.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was mistaken for a federal government soldier by the survivors in the Washington community on the roadside, had no interest in greeting these indigenous people.

He glanced at the battlefield information provided by the artificial intelligence on the tactical tablet.

“Hurry up, there are two more convoys of Aboriginal armed forces in Block B12 that need to be cleared.

Our group must clear out all the trash in the suburbs today..."

(End of this chapter)