Chapter 1153: Chapter 567: Mexico Is the Beacon of Human Civilization!_2
And the military assumed the other side had started attacking the troops as well. Who knows which bastard fired the first shot, but once it started, it couldn’t be stopped.
The M242 25mm chain gun on top of the Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicle opened fire directly!
The scene was extremely brutal…
Blood flowed like rivers, corpses were everywhere, the pungent smell of blood mixed with the scent of gunpowder filled the air, stimulating the nerves of the troops.
Deputy Defense Minister Calvin Waller, who heard the commotion from inside The Pentagon, jumped out of bed, still wearing boxers and slippers, and ran over immediately.
When he saw the carnage outside…
His face turned pale at once.
“Cease fire! Cease fire!!”
He yelled hoarsely, his subordinates joined in shouting, but their voices were drowned out by the gunfire…
Calvin Waller slumped down to the ground, his whole body trembling, knowing that just three days ago, he was still shooting at legislators in Congress…
“Bastards! Bastards!!”
The Defense Minister Norman Schwartzkopf arrived second, his pupils bloodshot, appearing as if he passionately cared for the people, but he just knew.
It’s over!!
That night, the news started spreading wildly on the internet, once again shocking the world.
The “May 3rd Massacre” finally stripped the last shreds of dignity from the U.S. Government.
Appalling!
Simply appalling!
The United States, who prides itself on being the beacon of civilization, had such an event occur.
2:31 AM on May 4th.
Louisiana declared independence!
3:21 AM on May 4th.
Arkansas declared independence!
6:00 AM on May 4th.
Mississippi declared independence.
8:00 AM on May 4th.
South Dakota declared independence.
…
Just on the 4th, eight states declared independence, and announced entering a state of war.
But on closer inspection, it’s noticeable that these states are relatively economically poor, with small populations. Those high-tier states still kept their heads down.
Yet everyone could sense the coming of the “American Apocalypse.”
As for the opportunists…
The time has come to dismember America!!!
Arms dealers were overjoyed…
The Soviet stuff hasn’t been sold out yet, and now American stuff is coming in, is there an end to this money?
And for some European countries, the Sword of Damocles hanging over NATO is about to break.
And would Mexico miss out on such an opportunity to fan the flames?
An article titled “On Mexico’s Importance in North American Social Order” by Victor was published in the largest official newspaper in Mexico.
Looking at the article all higgledy-piggledy, it essentially boiled down to a few words: Mexico is very important.
And you’re welcome to do business or discuss alliance with us.
Bam—
Speaker of the Congress, Mrs. Francesca Daniels, slammed the newspaper heavily on the table and said to her wife beside her, “It’s like I can see Victor’s ugly face printed on it.”
She’s a woman, and she has a wife, is that a problem?
The Rainbow Movement hasn’t been a short-term action.
Many celebrities have come out…
Her wife, a university teacher, glanced at the newspaper and hesitated, then asked, “Do you think there’s still hope for the United States?”
Francesca Daniels was silent.
After a moment, she shook her head slightly, “It’s difficult. At this point, states have begun to pursue their own interests. Americans are great for inventing various world technologies, but they’re also short-sighted, short-sighted enough not to think America needs to continue being great.”
“The United States Supreme Court has ruled that Norman Schwartzkopf and others are unconstitutional, requiring the military to arrest them, and Congress is also in a rocky relationship with the military. All three parties are on edge now, they want Norman dead. Do you think The Pentagon will sit idly by?”
“Moreover, the most important thing is the National Guard in each state, and their weaponry is no worse than the military’s.”
Understood…
America is beyond saving.
“What are your thoughts on this?” her wife asked softly.
“We should either join a side early or leave the United States early; the last thing someone like me fears is indecisiveness.”
Before her wife could speak, she took a deep breath, “Perhaps we can contact the Mexicans.”
“????!!!!”
“Mexicans!!!”
Francesca Daniels looked at her, smiled, and said, “Don’t you also not want to leave North America? Anyway, Mexico is next door, isn’t it just right, and I’ve heard that many American officials are doing quite well over there. If we go to Europe, we may not have much freedom.”
“But… isn’t this treason?”
“We can think of it tactfully, perhaps we can rely on Mexico to save America? It’s called saving the nation through a curve.”
Alright then…
Is she Wang Zhao Ming’s North American junior sister?
“Of course, this is just a preparatory plan; the situation is dire but not yet to that extent.”
Upon hearing this, her wife’s tense expression relaxed slightly, holding Francesca Daniels’ hand tightly, saying nothing, yet it spoke volumes.
In the face of the era’s torrent, even people like her must be cautious and compromising, let alone the American grassroots.
American grassroots have never been truly aligned with the U.S. Government.
If it wasn’t for Roosevelt advocating reform back in the day, the U.S. would have long since disintegrated during the Great Depression; some old timers haven’t even died at this age.
According to sociological experience, when organisms face danger, they migrate for survival.
At the US-Mexico Border.
An endless queue of vehicles was jammed on the road; everywhere you could see impatient Americans getting out of their cars cursing, others frantically honking, beep beep beep nonstop.
“F***, drive forward, the car in front!”
“You bastard, get out of the way, your car hit my side!”
“Mom, I need to poop.”
Chaotic like a vegetable market…
When there are more people, plus the hot weather, many were irritated, leading to multiple brawls, and some even prepared to pull out guns to shoot.
Yet as soon as someone drew a gun, drones in the sky locked on, transmitting the address to the patrol team, pinning them down directly.
Inside the management bureau at the Tijuana border.
Over a hundred staff members wearing border police uniforms sat in their positions, each team jam-packed with people.
Strictly scrutinizing incoming Americans.
Previously, Americans could casually enter Tijuana, while people from Tijuana had to file reports to enter the United States, owing to the significant wealth gap.
Yet in just a few years, the roles have reversed.
Really…
Sometimes it’s just so damned.
And there were even more people waiting outside, allowed in only in batches to avoid overwhelming internal pressure.
“Hey, ma’am, please go through security.”
A staff member called out to a white woman, but she didn’t listen, shoving other people aside and charged in.
Beep beep beep…
The anxious whistle sounded suddenly.
Then policemen and soldiers came rushing over, yelling, “Stop, halt!”
“Let me through, F***, I don’t want security check, it’s radioactive!” the white woman shouted loudly, turning red upon seeing the surrounding police, “I’m pregnant, I need to get in!”
“Squat down! Hands on your head.”
But the white woman still didn’t obey, reaching to grab a female officer’s face, even kicking.
The colleague nearby was decisive, opening the safety, shooting at her, bang bang bang—
At least dozens of shots were fired by three officers at her.
The queuing Americans gasped, a chill running through them.
This…
Such familiar physical enforcement.
“She… she’s pregnant.” Someone muttered.
The police skillfully removed the body, cleaned the blood on the ground, decisively intimidating, directly silencing the line of American Yanks.
An older officer with a police superintendent rank took a megaphone, “Do not challenge Mexico’s judicial system, shoot to kill without concern!”
“Respect the Mexican law enforcement serving you!”
“Also respect your own lives!”
“Mexico welcomes anyone, but also remember, Mexico can resolve any trouble.”
Having said this, he walked off nonchalantly.
Initially annoyed by the queue, everyone now bowed their heads, pretending to be quails.
Mexicans…
Too brutal!
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