Reborn mosquito, wreaking havoc on your life!

Chapter 130 Madness
Then the problem is coming.

What should the overseas Chinese do if they stayed up late, didn’t sleep, and didn’t fall asleep last night?
Jiang Huai is not panicking.

As a double insurance, he also has another ambition of god-level talent.

Jiang Huai directly spent 60 million faith power and made a wish to the system:

"All overseas Chinese in the United States have been safe and sound these past few days, and have turned danger into safety!"

The moment the wish fell, a mysterious force enveloped every corner of the United States.

No matter how chaotic or dangerous today is, the overseas Chinese will get through it safely.

……

It was 8:05 a.m. on the streets of Florida.

Hooker was driving the Chevrolet vehicle, which was moving.

He is a professional fitness trainer with a bad temper.

He usually relies on his muscles to act lawless.

Just as Hook was concentrating on driving the vehicle, a Buick car behind him kept honking its horn in an attempt to overtake him.

Hook's temper was immediately ignited. He slammed on the brakes, stopped the car in the middle of the road, and stopped the Buick behind him.

He was going to teach this man a lesson.

"Skinny monkey?"

Hooker picked up a baseball bat from the car and walked toward the Buick owner.

He looked at the Buick owner with mockery. The other party was a white man who looked thin and weak and did not pose much of a threat to him.

However, he did not notice that the other person's eyes were calm, and he even looked at him with a kind of condescending and teasing look.

When Hook approached, the other party pulled out a gun from his arms.

Facing the muzzle of the gun, Hook's smile froze instantly.

He raised his hands, pretended to admit defeat, and began to apologize.

Hook thought that the other party would definitely not dare to actually shoot. After all, killing someone means paying with one's life, which is the most basic legal common sense.

"You think I don't dare to shoot?"

The skinny Buick owner sneered, raised his arm, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A gunshot rang out, and fitness coach Hook fell to the ground, leaving the street covered in blood.

This Buick owner is one of the 100,000 dreamers.

After experiencing two hundred time loops, killing has become commonplace for him.

He has killed more people than he can count.

For him, when he wakes up tomorrow, everything will be back to normal.

However, he doesn't realize that the dream of the time loop has ended and now is reality.

Buick owners are just a microcosm of the 100,000 dreamers.

Twenty thousand fallen demons took to the streets across Florida.

They thought they were still in a time loop and didn't care about the legal consequences. They vented their inner evil like wild beasts.

They smashed the shop windows and snatched away valuable items on display.

High-end jewelry stores were the first to be targeted.

There were constant gunshots and the thugs were looting around the store.

The air was filled with the sounds of breaking glass and tearing metal, along with the crazy cheers and shouts of the villains.

Not far away, a loud bang suddenly came from the gas station on the corner of the street, followed by a ball of flame rising.

A villain set fire to the gas tank at the gas station. The flames shot up into the sky, smoke rolled in the air, and the pungent smell of burning spread.

The entire block was engulfed in flames, and the surrounding buildings were soon caught on fire, with the flames engulfing everything on the street.

The villains set fire, smashed and looted everywhere with impunity.

They drove stolen vehicles, rampaging through the streets, knocking over pedestrians and bicycles on the roadside.

They even rammed police cars, completely disregarding traffic rules and order.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the empty streets.

Police departments in cities across Florida are struggling to cope with an exponential increase in reports of violent incidents.

There is a serious shortage of police force!

Violent incidents occurred frequently and the situation deteriorated rapidly.

Police cars kept shuttling through the streets, trying to control the situation, but there were too many thugs to guard against.

Fire and gunshots intertwined, and the scene on the street looked like doomsday.

Thick smoke billowed across the Florida sky.

However, under the same sky.

The world of 60,000 overseas Chinese seems completely different.

The overseas Chinese closed their doors and hid in their own little world, unaware of the chaos in the outside world.

They sat quietly in the room, playing with their mobile phones or watching TV, and no one stepped out of the house.

For them, going out means death.

After many death cycles, they have figured out the pattern.

As long as you don't go out, you can spend the day safely.

Whether they are international students, tourists or employees of overseas companies, they will never step out of the door.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions outside the window came into their ears from time to time, which made them more determined not to go out.

In this way, a city is divided into two completely different worlds.

Sixty thousand overseas Chinese chose to stay at home to protect themselves.

Meanwhile, 20,000 American thugs were on the streets, wantonly venting their madness, setting off endless violence and chaos one after another.

Reality and dreams are intertwined, fear and madness go hand in hand.

The major cities in Florida seem to be collapsing, like a sinking ship, heading towards death.

On that day, the sound of gunfire in Florida never stopped and was as dense as firecrackers.

There were countless American casualties.

Jiang Huai has no pity for these people. There is a logic involved here.

Are there any good people doing good deeds among these dead Americans?

Have.

But these good people have to spend money and buy things to survive, right?

As long as you consume, you are creating value for the U.S. economy.

The money circulates in the market and eventually returns to the United States through taxation.

And where will this money eventually go?

Every bullet and every artillery shell of the US military.

Every satellite that the United States monitors the world and every dollar spent on scientific research.

In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

When two camps are hostile to each other, there is no good or bad guy, only enemies!

Then someone will ask, aren’t these dead people innocent?

Innocent, of course innocent.

But weren’t the civilians who died at the hands of American soldiers during the Eight-Nation Alliance’s burning of the Old Summer Palace innocent?
Aren’t the three Daxia journalists who died in the Yugoslav embassy bombed by the United States innocent?
Who will seek justice for them?
There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.

Only stance.

Jianghuai’s position is to firmly destroy the United States.

Sacrifice Americans for the happiness of millions of our families.

……

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Miami Police Department, Florida.

It was a ruin, flames were rising, and thick smoke was billowing into the sky, like a silent accusation.

The blasted police cars were scattered everywhere, with broken glass and twisted steel wreckage strewn across the ground like tragic evidence of the disaster.

Chief Callum stood in the firelight, his eyes bloodshot, his face gloomy, and he looked like he would collapse at any moment.

His hand holding the walkie-talkie was shaking slightly, and he could hardly control the anger and powerlessness in his heart.

"Damn it! This is the fifth time!"

The director threw the walkie-talkie heavily to the ground, as if trying to vent his pent-up emotions.

However, his roar was insignificant in the chaos, and the only sounds around him were the crackling of flames and the occasional explosion in the distance.

(End of this chapter)