Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Within a minute of the bounty being posted, the entire American internet was in an uproar.

Not just one platform, but all platforms!

One push notification after another popped up on my phone.

The same topic dominated the trending searches on social media platforms.

The TV station didn't even bother broadcasting the scene of the siege; it immediately switched the camera to the reward page.

The news anchor stared at the teleprompter, confirming the amount three times in a row, his voice rising higher each time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we can confirm once again that the total bounty is 10 billion US dollars! The highest single reward is 5 billion US dollars!"

The comments section of the live stream exploded instantly.

"This is insane, this world has gone completely insane."

"Let's go to Los Angeles!"

"This is terrorism! What is the FBI doing?"

"I just want to know what they're going to stream tonight."

At the very bottom of the bounty page, there is a live stream announcement: Tonight at midnight.

At first, some people didn't believe it, until the first screenshot of the money arriving appeared.

The balance in the screenshot is clearly visible, and the posting time was just a few dozen seconds ago.

"The money is real; they really gave out money."

This statement is more useful than any news article.

In a Los Angeles bar, everyone is crammed in front of the television.

A truck driver slammed his glass on the table, his eyes bloodshot.

"Ten billion? Jesus, that's enough to buy half a state!"

The old man next to him slowly shook his head.

"Provided you're alive to take it."

No one cares about him.

Half the people in the bar had already taken out their phones to check directions, while the other half were calling their families.

Inside the church, elderly people were praying for the governor and the attorney general.

Outside the church, a few young people squatted by the roadside, calculating how much gas it would cost to drive from here to Los Angeles.

Las Vegas betting websites are more direct.

They opened the betting pool on the spot, with only one betting question.

Will the Governor and Attorney General of California be able to leave that stadium alive?

The odds change every minute.

And all of this happened in just five minutes.

California State Capitol, temporary meeting room.

Lieutenant Governor Alan Gray stood in front of the large screen, his face ashen.

The screen displays a map of the entire United States, and the roads around Los Angeles have turned red.

One by one, the small dots representing police force were being swallowed up by the crowd.

The technical supervisor stood to the side, his shirt completely soaked through.

Allen pointed at the big screen.

"Damn it! Remove the bounty!"

The technical director swallowed hard.

"Sir, we've tried many times, but we can't remove it."

Allen grabbed the water glass from the table and smashed it hard at his feet.

"The state government is supporting you, not so you can tell me we can't be removed!"

The technical supervisor kept his head down, cold sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground.

"If we block one entry point, ten more will immediately appear. TV stations, social media platforms, Google systems, private forums—they're all being hacked. Unless we cut off the entire national internet, we can't stop it."

The conference room was deathly silent.

Allen stared at the live broadcast preview in the lower right corner of the screen, and his eyes twitched suddenly.

Twelve o'clock.

There are only three hours left.

Ellen knew better than Whitman and Coleman how much they knew.

If those two open their mouths, half of the California government will be wiped out.

The secretary walked in quickly, phone in hand.

"Lieutenant Governor, it's a call from the White House."

Allen took a deep breath and answered the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone only said one sentence.

"Control the situation, absolutely prevent them from broadcasting live, and launch a direct attack if necessary."

He immediately understood what it meant.

The crowd outside the stadium grew larger and larger.

Some people drove pickup trucks through roadblocks, some used drones to fly around the police station, and some held up their phones to livestream while running and shouting.

"They're right ahead! Five billion is just ahead!"

The police officer braced himself against the shield.

The crowd surged forward in layers.

A young police officer was jostled back three steps by the crowd, his helmet tilting to one side.

He turned to look at the captain, his voice trembling.

"Captain, we can't hold on!"

The captain grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted.

"Requesting backup! Repeat, requesting backup!"

The walkie-talkie was full of static.

All lines of defense are calling for reinforcements.

Further afield, countless people are embarking on their journeys.

Texas, a farm road.

A man with a full beard threw three shotguns onto the pickup truck and dragged a box of bullets out of the house.

His wife stood at the door, holding their child, trembling with anger.

"Are you crazy? That's Los Angeles! It's full of police!"

The man jumped into the car and slammed the door shut.

"Shut up! You stupid woman! That's five billion! I'm going to get rich!"

The pickup truck spewed out a plume of black smoke and sped onto the highway.

Las Vegas, airport.

A gambler who lost everything maxed out his last credit card and bought the next available flight.

He stared at the bounty page on his phone, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"If I can get them out, I can turn things around."

An abandoned auto repair shop in Nevada.

Four mercenaries gathered around the table, quickly inspecting the weapons.

The phone on the table is playing the news.

The captain slammed the magazine onto his rifle and grinned.

"Brothers, after we finish this job, we'll retire to the beach."

At a private security company in Los Angeles, more than a dozen security guards simultaneously took off their uniforms.

The person in charge blocked the doorway and started swearing.

"You're all insane! That's a nationally wanted criminal!"

A security guard threw his work badge on the ground and walked away without looking back.

"How much do you pay me a month? Shut up, old man."

The most ironic thing is a police station.

In the break room, several officers sat around their phones, none of them speaking.

On the screen, the screenshot of the payment receipt is still refreshing.

Finally, someone coughed, lowering their voice.

"We were just there to maintain order. Earning some extra money on the side isn't a crime, is it?"

No one answered.

But everyone's eyes lit up at the same time.

An office building in downtown Los Angeles.

A young white girl sat at her workstation, slowly reading the news.

She was in her early twenties, with long, light blonde hair, delicate features, and wearing the most ordinary gray business attire.

If you throw it into a crowd, it will disappear in three seconds.

No one in the office paid any attention to her.

The girl lowered her eyes and turned off the computer.

She picked up a hair tie and tied her long hair into a neat ponytail.

She then bent down to take off her high heels and put on a pair of black sneakers.

A colleague walked past her and casually asked.

"Vera, getting off work so early?"

The girl looked up and gave a quiet smile.

"Something came up at home."

She walked out of the company and into the underground parking lot.

A black motorcycle was parked in the corner.

Vera put on her helmet and got on the bike.

The engine hummed softly.

The next moment, the motorcycle sped out of the parking lot and headed straight for the stadium.

Eighteen minutes after the bounty was announced, the defense outside the field began to collapse.

Shooting occurred on the western highway.

The southern blockade was breached by a car.

More than a dozen police cars were forced to stop.

Someone in the crowd fired a shot into the air, and many more people shouted excitedly.

In the state government conference room, after listening to the report, Allen slowly sat back down in his chair.

He stared at the big screen, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Whitman and Coleman are still in each other's hands.

Logically speaking, the robbers wouldn't dare to kill the hostage.

That was their only way to survive.

The live stream must not begin.

Allen raised his hand and loosened his tie, his voice icy.

"Order the special forces to launch a full-scale assault."

In the conference room, someone's expression changed slightly.

"Mr. Lieutenant Governor, the hostages are still inside."

Allen turned his head and looked at him, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Other departments and snipers will work together to kill the robbers directly if necessary."

The man hesitated, then stopped talking and ultimately said nothing.

As for whether a direct assault might accidentally injure those two important figures, Allen didn't think about it in detail.

Dead people don't do live streams.