American Strategic Deception Bureau

　If it were at the beginning of the 20th century, Queens and the Bronx were still desolate. Brooklyn therefore occupied their ecological niche. But after another half century of development, New York's population doubled, Brooklyn's class rose, and the revolutionary foundation naturally dissipated.

　Coincidentally, the People's Temple and the Black Panther Party are now entrenched in Queens and the Bronx respectively, and are gearing up to make some trouble!

　In the historical line that Fieri did not travel through, both the progressive Black Black Party and the People's Temple, which disguised its party branch as a cult, were basically limited to the Midwest of the United States in their activities, and neither of them came to New York to develop their influence.

　But in this dimension, the scale of the United States' participation in the Vietnam War and the Southeast Asian War expanded more than tenfold, and the social divisions caused to the United States also intensified more than tenfold. Add to that the economic crisis, energy crisis, the Great Depression, nuclear war, and the black movement... Even though the Pentagon instructed the formation of a foreign legion called the "Terrorist Mobile Team" to specifically suppress the country's people, it could not curb the surge of various anti-traitors.

　As a result, various radical groups such as the People's Temple, the Black Panther Party, the Ku Klux Klan, the Silver Shirts, Antifa, etc., all experienced explosive growth in such troubled times, making the land of the United States appear full of vitality and prosperity.

　Now, President Nixon and Congress are fighting each other and turning the overseas war into a

　Following the Civil War, New York City, catapulted into global prominence, became a focal point of global attention. Members of the Peoples Temple and the Black Panther Party, along with other ambitious individuals who saw an opportunity, infiltrated New York City, attempting to exploit the turbulent waters and orchestrate a major operation in this 20th-century "City of World Desire."

　As the "President's Special Envoy", Firi was ordered to add fuel to the fire of various rebel groups in New York, fearing that the work they were doing was not big enough!

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　In the midsummer sun, Fili and Marita, wearing sun hats, drove a half-old convertible on the broken roads of Queens.

　It was a lifeless neighborhood.

　The asphalt road hadn't been repaired in ages, was riddled with potholes and a foul odor. Garbage was everywhere, and there were no gutters or sewers. The houses along the street were mostly short, dilapidated, and haphazardly arranged. Although the building density was low, the air was still foul and even had a hint of rot.

　However, Ferry, who had been an agent, and Marita, who had been in a concentration camp, were not pretentious people, and did not show any impatience.

　Along the way, there were always some strong men or hooligans with bad eyes, whistling or making obscene gestures at Fili and Marita who were dressed as witches. But Fili completely ignored these hooligans and just drove straight ahead, and the other party did not seem to have the courage to stop the car.

　The car passed through a dilapidated neighborhood and drove into an even more dilapidated slum. Because President Johnson's "Great Society" universal welfare plan had not yet been implemented in this dimension, it had already died in the womb. At this time, Queens was full of entire streets and many communities. There was no hardened surface, no sewers or other drainage ditches; these places were filled with sludge, garbage and various wastes, gradually rotting and fermenting in broad daylight; there were sewage puddles almost everywhere. The houses were also dirty and bad - not far away was the bright lights and dazzling Manhattan.

　One can imagine how cynical the white people living here must be when they look at the skyscrapers on the skyline.

　So, in Queens, New York, the walls are covered with slogans, slogans, and caricatures. Unlike the horrific graffiti and bloody threats in the "violent neighborhoods" of Los Angeles gangs, the graffiti and slogans here are clearly more politically charged. For example: "Down with Capitol Hill, Occupy Wall Street!"

　"Liberate the new world! The workers will finally break the shackles!"

　"Don't send our children from a green hell to another yellow hell!"

　(The Green Hell is the jungle of Vietnam; the Yellow Hell is the desert of the Middle East.)

　"Oppose civil war, eliminate warmongers! Never turn our homeland into a scorched earth!"

　After crossing a wasteland covered with weeds, Firi finally arrived at his destination, a small bar that looked fairly tidy.

　When Fili and Marita parked the car and walked in, there were already quite a few people inside the bar. They were all men and women, wearing red plaid shirts or durable blue overalls. Their hands were covered with thick calluses, the marks of years of hard work. They all looked strong and tough.

　Seeing Marita and Fili, dressed in priest robes and dressed in a very different way, they were not surprised. Instead, they seemed very happy and quickly stood up to greet them, and then asked the two "ladies" to sit at the table.

　"Nice to meet you, thank you for your support for the revolution." A pretty girl with a round face said as she served beer.

　"I'm sorry, my friends at the People's Temple, I was delayed by something recently and only found time today. I'm late."

　Fili greeted with a smile and spread out his hands.

　"But it's not too late, is it?"

　"It's timely indeed," a haughty voice came from behind, "if you bring what we expect..."

　"Oh, of course. This is what I prepared for you recently."

　Fili nodded, careful not to let his sleeves touch the greasy black tabletop, and turned around to see Jim Jones, the leader of the People's Temple, sitting at the bar in only a pair of shorts, shirtless and barefoot.

　At this moment, this "god-man" of the American Communist Party, who disguised the party branch as a cult, looked at Fili, who came in women's clothing, with a playful look. At the same time, he took the envelope Fili handed over and took out the paper inside on the spot. "Hmm? An address, a key, and a password? What's in here?"

　"A safe house, stockpiled with 3000 rifles, 500 pistols, 100 anti-tank rocket launchers, 20 machine guns, 5000 grenades, 5 million rounds of ammunition, and some other small gifts," Firi said leisurely. "It's considered a sponsorship for your revolutionary cause."

　"Great! On behalf of our comrades, I would like to express my most sincere gratitude to you."

　Master Jones quickly wrote down the numbers on a piece of paper, then looked up and said.

　"You're welcome. Compared to you who are willing to sacrifice your lives for the revolution, my contribution is nothing."

　Firi smiled and replied, "I just did what I could. I hope you can make good use of these things and do as many great things as possible."

　"Of course we will." Master Jones nodded, but then changed his tone. "However, with all due respect, we are very grateful for your support and we are indeed in urgent need of these things. But you must answer me one question: why are you funding us?"

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　Fieri was prepared for this question: "I know some of you must think we have ulterior motives, that we are lackeys of the White House or the KKK, or that we are foreign spies. I am funding you to make New York more chaotic. Is that right?"

　As he spoke, he looked at the people in the tavern, but he saw that the members of the People's Temple opposite him had no intention of smoothing things over, which surprised Fili a little - doesn't this mean "accept all the funding, but give nothing in return"?

　If Firi was the financier behind the deal who wanted to do business with them, seeing this arrogant attitude, he would have withdrawn his investment long ago, right?

　Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, this is not accepting political bribes and maintaining the purity of the organization, but they are too lazy to even say a few polite words...

　Well, it really feels a bit weird that envoys from British and French imperialism are visiting Hong Tianwang, the "second son of God" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

　However, now that things have come to this, Fili doesn't intend to take it back. "I also know that even if I were the kind of person you think I am, you would still accept my funding because your career is the most important thing. If that's the case, then what's the point of asking the question just now?"

　Even if I tell you a reason, will you believe it? Many things cannot be proven, nor do they need to be proven.

　"Wait, Master Jones, could it be that a KGB spy has come looking for you?" Ferry suddenly realized in surprise.

　Leader Jones and his core followers exchanged glances but didn't respond. Instead, they handed Fili's envelope to one of their followers and told him to pick it up at the safe house. Fili and Marita also tactfully said goodbye and left the People's Temple stronghold in Queens.

　——Next, he had to go to the black area of ​​the Bronx to meet with the local Black Panther Party leaders and send them weapons and ammunition!

　Well, of course the aforementioned weapons are all paid for by the US government, and many are secretly stored by the Pentagon or the CIA in New York just in case.

　Now, Firi has found them all and generously given them to the Black Panther Party and the People's Temple as a favor.

　More than an hour later, the believers who went to get the arms drove a truck back to the bar with smiles on their faces and told Jim Jones that they not only found the promised arms and ammunition in the huge basement at the address given, but also found a large number of first aid kits, anti-inflammatory drugs and anesthetics, as well as mountains of biscuits and canned food, as well as generators, gas masks, water purifiers and other various things.

　"That must be an underground shelter built by the government or rich people to deal with the end of nuclear war." said the subordinates.

　Jim Jones nodded noncommittally and ordered his men to bring back the windfall as quickly as possible and distribute it to various locations. He then asked his advisor, a follower who had once been a prosecutor, if he had seen anything from the two women.

　The former prosecutor thought for a moment and replied, "My guess is that they were most likely President Nixon's people, but of course, they could also be from the military.

　Their accents were strange, one sounded a bit like someone from the West Coast, the other didn't even sound American, and their words seemed gentle on the surface, but their attitudes were actually very arrogant, with the arrogance of a wealthy lady and the superiority of a female university professor.

　Considering it's unlikely that Washington would send the wives of generals or congressmen to contact us, I think they are most likely senior female CIA spies, the kind who sit in the office and rarely go out on field missions. It's just that the target this time is domestic, so they were sent here."

　"CIA? Maybe. But that's not important. What's important is that our uprising now has a more sufficient material foundation."

　Jim Jones sighed, "With this windfall, plus the money and arms the KGB gave us before, and the weapons we raised ourselves, we can now mobilize 10000 armed workers' pickets in New York at once.

　Haha, the CIA and the KGB, the two big black hands that mess up the world, both come to invest money in me. They really think highly of a small person like me!

　They all want to use the power of the American proletariat, so let them use it! We are not picky about any funding! But once the fire is burning, whether the reactionary class can extinguish the revolutionary flames they have started is not up to them!

　He turned around and spoke passionately to his confidants, "You all know that I am a Communist, a man who pursues ideals. But America does not allow someone like me to appear publicly, much less to spread my ideas. This forces me to put on the cloak of religion to protect my party branch."

　However, most of my comrades didn't understand me. When they heard that I was going to use religion to spread the Red faith, they looked terrified, just like sheep seeing a big bad wolf! How could a dogmatist like this, who only knew how to follow the rules, carry out a revolution?

　Well, since they don’t support me, then I’ll do it myself!

　In Indiana, I stopped fascists from persecuting black people, I adopted children of color, I fought the KKK and fascists all my life, my home was thrown dead cats and buried with detonators by racists, and finally I was forced to flee to San Francisco.

　But I still persisted, and for twenty years I kept dormant and continued to develop.

　The power of the revolutionary organization is waiting for the opportunity to come.

　Now, a great class war is finally about to begin! The greedy, brutal and stupid bourgeoisie has dug its own grave! "

　He waved his fist excitedly and spit. "In New York, the largest city in the United States, more than 200 million people are now unemployed. They can't feed their families and children, and their houses and cars have been confiscated by banks. So everyone is full of anger, just waiting to vent.

　We don't need to say anything; they'll retaliate against this dark society in their own way. Now that I've got them weapons and ammunition, what's there to be afraid of? In this world, good Americans are either shot to death in their homeland or drafted into the battlefield to kill and be killed. Compared to that, it's better to choose the former and give them a good beating!

　Around him, the devout believers listened in rapt attention. When Jones finished speaking, they all chimed in, "That's right! Let's have a good fight!"

　"We came to New York to do big things!"

　"Long live liberation! Long live the people! Down with the vampires of Wall Street!"

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　However, as his men departed and began intensively preparing for the upcoming armed uprising, Jim Jones felt less confident and ambitious. He knew that with the help and connivance of various "angel investors," igniting the flames of revolution in New York should be easy. But achieving true revolutionary victory, starting in New York and spreading across the country... the chances of success were likely close to zero!

　Some of these factions wanted to use themselves to disrupt New York and teach the arrogant Wall Street bankers a lesson, while others wanted to inflict more damage on the United States. But even the Soviet KGB never imagined that the Peoples Temple would overthrow the entire United States in one fell swoop!

　Therefore, as long as the vampires on Wall Street truly feel the fear of destruction and surrender to Washington, those forces that once supported or condoned the People's Temple's uprising will either stand idly by or join forces to wipe out the immature revolutionary forces in one fell swoop!

　Given the organizational strength of the People's Temple and the Communist Party of the United States, which can only make things worse, the prospects for launching a proletarian revolution in New York are probably very bleak.

　But what about it?

　Didn’t the pioneers who established the Paris Commune also fight desperately in desperate situations?

　When the leaders of the Paris Commune raised the red flag in 1871, didn't they realize they were trapped between the French reactionary army and the Prussian invaders, surrounded by enemies on all sides, isolated and helpless, with a bleak future? Yet, the fighters of the Paris Commune fought bravely to the very end!

　Jim Jones also has the courage that the predecessors of the Paris Commune had!

　As long as he could raise the red flag and establish the New York Commune in New York, the heart of the capitalist camp, he would be able to shock the world and leave his name in history!

　As an idealist, it is better to burn your life and die heroically on the battlefield than to die miserably in bed!

　As he thought this, he pulled out a Communist Party of the United States membership card from his pocket, stroked the yellowed and faded cover, and the almost indistinguishable sickle and hammer pattern, and muttered to himself, "New York Commune... If I can only plant the red flag on the roof of the Empire State Building and on the torch of the Statue of Liberty, and let it fly for even a week, socialist countries around the world will write my story into their party history!"

　Putting his old party membership card back into his pocket, Jim Jones's eyes gradually became firm. "Let's do something big!"

　Seventh Avenue has formed a miniature three-dimensional city, where 25 people come to work, sightsee and consume every day.

　When this complex, which could accommodate 25 people, was completed in 1932, it was undoubtedly the most impressive man-made wonder of its time.

　The buildings at Rockefeller Center are interconnected at their bases, and many of the world's leading corporations have their own independent buildings there. The tallest of these is the General Electric Building, at 259 meters tall and 69 stories high. Its summit is the famous Top of the Rock observation deck, and at its peak, it rivaled the Empire State Building in fame. It wasn't until 40 years later that it was surpassed by the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York City...

　Nelson Rockefeller, grandson of John Rockefeller, founder of Standard Oil Company and current Governor of New York, stood alone on the observation deck on the roof of the General Electric Building, overlooking the huge city below. The observation deck was not open to tourists today and was reserved by him.

　Looking down from the highest point of Rockefeller Center, one sees only the straight streets, the crowds as tiny as ants. Raising one's gaze slightly higher, the tops of the buildings, which appear hazy from the street, are dyed a captivating golden red by the setting sun, like towering thrones.

　Looking at this magnificent scenery, Nelson Rockefeller couldn't help but feel happy, as if all the depression in his heart had been swept away.

　This is the wonder that New York is proud of, symbolizing the magnificent power of modernization. No wonder New York State is called the "Empire State"!

　As the governor of New York State, Nelson Rockefeller was naturally proud and ambitious about his own territory.

　However, just as Constantinople, no matter how much it is desired by the world, it needs a great empire to make it glorious.

　No matter how stunning the skyscrapers in Manhattan, New York are, they can only be as solid as a rock if there is a powerful country standing behind them!

　Thinking of this, Governor Nelson Rockefeller became depressed again.

　Although he was the governor of New York and the most prestigious member of the Rockefeller family of this generation, the interest groups in New York were powerful and deeply rooted, with countless huge monsters lurking beneath the surface. As governor, he was far from having the final say. After President Nixon extended an olive branch of peace talks, Governor Nelson Rockefeller repeatedly contacted the leaders of major family financial groups such as Mellon, Carnegie, DuPont, Morgan, Lehman, Warburg, and Schiff, and held repeated consultations, but was unable to reach a compromise with the White House.

　Even within the Rockefeller family, the voices opposing surrender to President Nixon were so loud that Nelson could not suppress them at all.

　In fact, in the governor's opinion, the conditions offered by President Nixon were already very mild and sincere, and he should withdraw quickly.

　However, a bunch of arrogant young people on Wall Street refused to admit that they were the loser, so the two sides were unable to reach an agreement.

　Governor Rockefeller couldn't control New York State, let alone Wall Street or the entire Old Congress. He couldn't even overcome the opposition of his own family's financial group. So, even if he wanted to bow to President Nixon, he was powerless.

　Fortunately, after capturing the capital Washington, President Nixon did not plan to attack New York in one go.

　Now, the Congressional Army, led by General LeMay, was stationed in Philadelphia, more for a show of force than for preparation for war.

　——The presidential army is in Washington, and the congressional army is in Philadelphia, with the entire state of Maryland in between. If this isn’t a show, what is it?

　In general, although the two sides' alternating displays of strength and threats are nerve-wracking, at least no real fighting has occurred yet.

　But on the other side of the Atlantic, Israel, which has lost the support of the United States, has really been turned into a purgatory-like meat grinder.

　After July, the Arab coalition's siege of Israel entered its bloodiest, most brutal, and most inhumane meat grinder phase. Every day, tens of thousands of Jews died in the "Promised Land," dragging at least an equal number of Arabs with them.

　The Israeli army, in a desperate situation, continuously released poison gas, launched nuclear bombs, and placed nuclear mines to block the enemy's advance. The Soviets also used nuclear bombs and poison gas to clear the way, and then let the Arabs go up as cannon fodder to fight desperately.

　The Jewish state is in unprecedented danger!

　However, in the face of Israel's crisis, the Jewish consortium in the United States talked a lot but did little, and only wanted to be generous to others - although they have been exerting crazy pressure, creating public opinion, and forcing the US military to send troops to support Israel, they themselves are very stingy and even donate some money to Israel.

　Well, if you think about it carefully, among the Jews, seven or eight out of ten are extremely selfish. How could they have the virtue of generosity?

　When the Jews ended their ordeal of "Babylonian captivity" and were released by the Persian King Cyrus and returned to their homeland in Canaan, they shamelessly kept asking the Persian king for money to cover the construction costs when they built the Second Temple in the ruins of Jerusalem!

　Because successive Persian monarchs after Cyrus the Great were reluctant to pay, and the Jews were unwilling to contribute their own money, the Second Temple in Jerusalem was built on and off, and was only barely completed just before the fall of the Persian Empire and Alexander the Great's conquest of the Middle East.

　The Jews were so stingy with the temple where the Ark of the Covenant was enshrined.

　It is easy to imagine how devout one is in believing in God.

　Then, since the Jewish leaders are not willing to pay money even for serving God, then when it comes to saving their compatriots, they can only talk big and talk big, but have no real action - in history, they are better at secretly selling out their compatriots in exchange for benefits!

　After a long while, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared below the horizon. Governor Nelson Rockefeller, feeling somewhat better, turned and greeted his secretary and bodyguard standing nearby. He then headed for the elevator, preparing to go down from the rooftop to find a place to have dinner before returning to his residence.

　However, just as the Governor was waiting for the elevator, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the distance.

　Immediately afterwards, amid the curses and screams of countless people, the lights in Manhattan went out one after another, and the traffic lights also stopped working, causing countless car accidents on the crowded streets of Manhattan. The sounds of television and radio also disappeared instantly, leaving people at a loss.