"Too strong, those genetic warriors are too strong, our soldiers have no power to fight back in front of them."
"Useless, what a bunch of useless people our taxpayer money is supporting. So many of them are being suppressed by just twenty people, it's an embarrassnt to our Beautiful Country."
"This is a disgrace to our Beautiful Country. Fight back now! Where are our air force and tanks? If bullets can't kill them, can't shells and bombs take them down?"
"Is Los Angeles going to start a war? My God, if that's the case, I can't just stand by, I want to join the battlefield too."
"@Freedom Black Black: What are you going to do? Even the National Guard can't handle them, do you think you can take them down with just your handgun or rifle?"
"Idiot, only fools would go to fight for them, I'm going to enjoy so free shopping."
"Count in."
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The livestream room was buzzing with excitent, Jimmy's phone caught sight of Miao Lun just exiting a building at this mont.
Covered in blood from head to toe, Miao Lun, captured by a 50-gapixel phone cara, looked like a devil walking out of Hell.
Blood dripped drop by drop from the chanical life armor, two heavy machine guns mounted on his shoulders with smoking hot barrels, each step he took left a bloody footprint.
Huh?
Miao Lun suddenly lifted his head and locked eyes with Jimmy on the fourth-floor window.
In an instant, Jimmy felt his heart stop, his face turned ashen, and his tongue went stiff.
But luckily, Miao Lun didn't make a move on him, he had no ti to waste on civilians, and turned to continue searching for other soldiers.
"Scared to death... I can't stay here, it's too dangerous, what if those monsters start attacking civilians."
Jimmy only dared to speak after Miao Lun walked away, venting his fears into his phone's cara.
"Fake, I was just on the toilet, and seeing him almost made cut my shit off."
"My dog was watching the livestream with , and just one look scared it into tucking its tail, is killing intent a real thing!"
"These genetic warriors are battle-hardened, didn't think much watching them during the Olympics, but their eyes now are terrifying, scarier than any beast."
"Are you crazy strear, you want to be a deserter, we haven't had enough of this livestream yet."
"That's right, I tipped you, keep the livestream going, I want to see rivers of blood."
"You better not run, millions are watching the stream, if you dare ghost us, I'll co find you offline."
In the livestream room, when Jimmy said he wanted to run, the viewers imdiately protested.
They hadn't had enough yet; such a real battlefield, while so were physically uncomfortable, many more were eagerly watching.
Whether it was out of curiosity, or an admiration for the strength of the genetic warriors, or wanting to see their eventual fate, they didn't want to leave at this mont.
Originally planning to run, Jimmy, seeing the audience numbers skyrocket and tips flooding in, the amount reaching millions of US Dollars, felt a rush of heat to his head.
He instantly dismissed the idea of running, thinking he could never forgive himself for abandoning such a fortune.
"I was just kidding folks, war correspondent Jimmy never backs down, only death can stop . I will continue to livestream the battle in Los Angeles and bring you the most real-ti coverage."
Jimmy shouted excitedly, life-threatening wasn't a big deal, for a chance to get rich overnight and beco a super famous strear, he decided to go all in.
More and more viewers were drawn in, and with the situation escalating, not just Jimmy was streaming, but all local Los Angeles news dia were hurrying over.
The faster ones had already flown helicopters near the Olympic Village, broadcasting live to television audiences.
Such sensational news had already spread across the entire Beautiful Country. Homakers stopped cooking and ran to the sofa to watch the news, employees secretly watched the livestream on their computers at work, countless people excitedly watched the live coverage from Los Angeles.
Now in the Blue Star Village era, information from all over was interconnected. Once the news hit social dia, it was shared wildly, and the whole world knew about the large-scale casualty incident in Los Angeles.
Miao Lun and the others were nearing the end of their fight because with the National Guard's urgent redeploynt, a large number of heavy armored units and ard helicopters entered the city.
Those M1A2 main battle tanks, self-propelled howitzers, Apache ard helicopters and so on, all entered the Los Angeles city limits.
Miao Lun and his group hid in tall buildings, using the natural cover, plus the presence of many civilians in the buildings, making those heavy weapons hesitant to fire.
The tanks and helicopters on site could fire, but with the whole nation and even the world watching live, the consequences of firing were unthinkable.
The battle thus entered a bizarre stalemate. The Jieke Group took over the high buildings, while the 40th chanized Infantry Division of the National Guard made a large-scale entry into the city, but with the experience of the Olympic Village dormitory building, they dared not send infantry in to clear the buildings, only to be massacred by the genetic warriors.
However, while the fighting at the Olympic Village paused, the chaos in Los Angeles didn't stop.
A large number of black people wouldn't miss this opportunity to loot, calling friends, banding in groups, starting their happy "free shopping".
Stores, phone shops, appliance stores were emptied by them.
Releasing their nature, they were extrely excited, so even holding homade Molotov cocktails to start fires, burning cars and shops, thick black smoke rising from all over the city.
Others took to the streets with weapons, purposefully robbing and killing, making a fortune, leaving Los Angeles police and firefighters overwheld.
With many police redeployed near the Olympic Village, a lack of officers to maintain order made the blacks even more unrestrained, turning the city into their carnival, wantonly indulging in violence and joy.
This was also the backlash from Beautiful Country's gun proliferation issue. Due to the demands of arms dealers, Beautiful Country faced repeated setbacks in gun control policies, with a vast number of weapons in private hands, creating huge chaos and destruction whenever order falters. As the saying goes, with a weapon, cos the intention to kill.
With large-scale "free shopping" by blacks, Los Angeles beca a battlefield with gunfire all around in no ti.
It started with sporadic gunfire, but with fewer police, the blacks beca increasingly reckless, freely destroying, and the gunfire grew ever denser across the city.
Those unaware might even think the genetic warriors of the Jieke Group had succeeded in their raid, and that Los Angeles was about to fall."
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