Chapter 550 Messy America! (First Update!)

As the old saying goes, the soldiers on the front line only need to consider bombing and being bombed, while the Smiths in the rear have to consider more.

After several hours of urgent discussion, the corresponding plan came out from the office where Chels and others were, but before that, Chels had left Wyoming openly and returned to his loyal Washington.

Cheyenne House, Clays Second Street.

The parade team held high flags, held loudspeakers in their hands, and kept shouting slogans. On the wide street, they formed an airtight wall and slowly moved forward.

At the end of this street is the state capital of Wyoming, which is the seat of the highest authority.

The people in the team, with grief in their eyes, lined up consciously and moved forward step by step.

They gathered here for nothing else, just to seek justice for those children, and to ask the officials on behalf of those children how they were going to deal with it.

The parade team was very large. In the process of moving forward, people kept joining and leaving.

Just before entering the First Street, there were more people in the team, but they were all wearing black hooded sweatshirts and carrying small black backpacks, which looked out of place in the parade.

However, the people immersed in grief did not notice this slight abnormality, but continued to hold the flag high and move forward.

"Let the president come out! Let the president come out!"

"We want to change a president, we want to change a president with humanity!"

"Let Chels get out, let that damn coward get out!"

"Burn that guy, he is Bush's accomplice, burn him, put him on the cross and burn him!"

"Let that damn coward get out, we know he is there, let him get out!"

"Catch him and burn him!"

"Chels, you bastard, get out, or we will nail you to the cross and burn you alive!"

"Get out and testify against Bush!"

The shouts became louder and louder, but in the midst of these shouts, the black-clad men who had sneaked into the team not long ago also opened their backpacks, took out Molotov cocktails from them, and lit them.

They smashed the surroundings hard, whether it was cars, crowds, or the buildings next to them, these people smashed whatever they saw.

The glass bottles filled with gasoline collided with the hard ground and walls, and shattered instantly, and gasoline mixed with rubber particles and sugar gushed out from the broken mouth.

Then it was immediately ignited by the flames.

The characteristics of gasoline made the burning flames expand instantly, and the high temperature of the flames melted the rubber particles and the white sugar.

These two things turned into adhesives, sticking the gasoline to the walls, trucks, and people.

The raging flames followed the gasoline and attacked the surroundings like a maggot.

In just a moment, the intersection of First Street and Second Street turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the people on the street were unable to avoid the first wave of Molotov cocktails because their formation was too dense.

A large number of people were covered with a mixture of gasoline, white sugar, and rubber, and then they were engulfed by the burning flames.

The high temperature baked their bodies, and the severe pain was like a thousand ants eating their hearts, and they cried and screamed in pain.

Some people were running, some were lying on the ground crying, and more people, after witnessing this scene, chose to take off their clothes to put out the fire, while a few people, with light flashing in their eyes, gradually disappeared into the crowd.

After a group of people's unremitting efforts, the burning flames were finally put out. Before they could take a breath, the local police and garrison arrived.

These people did not express anything, carrying guns and weapons in their hands, rushed into the crowd like wolves and tigers, and taught these people who marched a good lesson with their fists.

With the help of intelligence, the person responsible for planning the march was caught, and the magazine was emptied on the spot without trial.

After seeing this scene, the rest of the people were furious, but they could only choose to endure it because of deterrence.

In just one afternoon, Cheyenne, which was originally bustling and about to be occupied by the parade, returned to its former tranquility.

Only at the intersection of First Street and Second Street, the mottled traces on the ground reminded the passers-by and proved to them that a tragedy had happened here.

But no one cared about them.

The network cable was cut off!

The phone was also unreachable.

However, Mr. Smith's quick actions did not prevent others from being faster than them.

After the tragedy on First and Second Streets, a group of people immediately spread the relevant news.

Before the news was completely blocked, it spread throughout America.

San Francisco, California.

As the city that once best represented America, San Francisco has always been the collision point between new and old ideas.

In a seemingly ordinary office building, several Israelis were busy collecting news from all over America.

When the news was collected to a certain extent, these Israelis uploaded all the relevant news and sent it to the Internet for others to see.

Therefore, when the photos of the tragedy on First and Second Streets were uploaded to the Internet by these Israelis, a stone stirred up a thousand waves.

At this moment, whether they are native Indians, descendants of white people, descendants of black people, or descendants of black people and white people.

They were all stunned at this moment.

Because this was a massacre, a premeditated massacre.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that there is something wrong with those people in black clothes. However, the Wyoming authorities did not see it. Instead of arresting those people in black clothes, they chose to extend the butcher knife to ordinary people.

After seeing these tragic photos, America's ordinary people's anger has reached a new level.

More and more demonstrations appeared, and at the same time, workers went on strike.

The railway workers chose to go straight to work. It was impossible to transport supplies. They could only lie in the front of the locomotive every day and live like a waste.

Next came the truck driver.

America is a vast land with sparsely populated areas. Excluding some places that are not suitable for survival, the distance between small towns is very large.

Thus, Truck Driver came into being.

They are responsible for shuttling back and forth between small towns and cities, transporting various supplies.

The truck drivers' strike meant that these supplies would not come over. Suddenly, the supply and export of supplies in America came to a standstill.

Washington, D.C., White House.

Looking at the news coming from various states, Bush Gomen only felt that one was bigger than the other. Everything was obviously fine, but why...

Why did the situation change all of a sudden?

As disaster approached, Bush began to carefully take stock of all the players involved in this incident.

They are all weaklings and are incapable of starting a storm this time. They are determined to investigate, but the problem is that there is not enough time.

The top priority now is to throw this incident that happened in Wyoming out into the hands of others without involving yourself.

Otherwise, the public support that I have managed to accumulate through several years of planning may be lost overnight.

Once the public support rate is lost, then the president himself may have to get out now, let alone re-election.

Sweeping all the incomplete information on the ground, Bush slowly raised his eyes and locked his gaze on the opposite side.

Opposite him stood a dozen people. These dozen people were the heads of more than a dozen intelligence organizations in America, including the CIA and FBI.

After taking a look at the dozen or so people, he sternly scolded me: "Don't tell me that you have spent so much money and raised so many people. So far, I can't find out who is behind this."

His words made the dozen or so people across from him speechless. They stood there looking at each other, perhaps because they were bored, so a group of people started discussing in a low voice.

The voice was sparse and sparse, making people feel inexplicably irritated.

After several angry curses, Bush could no longer control his emotions and started yelling curses at the dozen or so people in front of him.

"They're all rubbish. When it comes to funding, one of them is more capable than the other. They say they can monitor and spy on the whole world."

"You can make anyone in this world disappear with a flick of your finger."

"But when it came time to use you, each one of them said there were insufficient funds, not enough manpower, and the information was buried too deep to be dug out."

"You guys are useless, I don't know what use you are for."

"Finally, I will give you two more days. No matter what method you use, I will suppress this chaos. In the next few months, I don't want any problems to occur in my election campaign."

"If the same reason occurs and the election cannot be held, then I will have no choice but to dig you guys out of the trash and throw them into use."

"Then, the only thing that will greet you is death."

When the dozen or so people in charge on the opposite side heard this, they didn't dare to take a breath and could only listen to the Mr. President's reprimand in silence.

It wasn't until the president's mouth went dry that he stopped talking and waved them away like flies. Only then did the dozen or so people in charge stumble out of the office as if they had been granted amnesty.

After these people left, about ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open from the outside, and a staff member who looked to be in his 40s opened the door and walked in.

He came to Bush, looked at the anxious president, and said very calmly: "Mr. President, I have a plan for your current situation, but this plan is a little risky and requires your own consent."

"And once this plan is successful, you can get rid of all accountability and even get help from the Americans in one fell swoop."

The staff member's words made Bush overjoyed. He couldn't wait to get up, walked around the desk, came to the staff member, grabbed the other person's wrist with both hands, and asked eagerly:

"What plan?"

Facing the expectant eyes, the staff member calmly uttered one word: "Shoot!"

"You were on your way to Wyoming and you were shot at."

"Doing this is equivalent to giving all interested people an opportunity to sell them a flaw."

"As long as you are shot, the subsequent public opinion initiative will fall into our hands."

"We only need to publicize that your injuries are very serious and you are receiving close treatment. However, the situation is very serious and you may die at any time."

"When this news spreads, those who have been secretly fueling the flames will come forward."

"Because it's already June, if they don't come out and fully express their ideas, then in July, August, September, and October, it will be the new year."

"In the new year, it's time for a new president to take office!"

The words of the staff were very plain, but in Bush's ears, they were as clear and bright as the sound of a fairy, which made people unforgettable for a long time.

Yes, he only needs to create an accident.

If you get involved, you will win half a step.

Nodding to the staff in front of him and verbally agreeing to the plan, Bush began to make arrangements.

In fact, there is no need for any arrangements. You just need to find someone who is trustworthy enough to make arrangements on the way out, and then find a few people to stop the car on the road.

The vehicle stopped, and when the president stuck his head out of the window, the so-called killer fired two shots at the car, and asked someone to take a picture of the scene, and everything was ready.

At that time, you only need to vigorously publicize that the president was seriously injured and needed to be hospitalized for observation. Other situations are not convenient to disclose for the time being.

This task is good.

The staff turned around, took a phone call and made a call for a while, then turned back and said to Bush:

"Done!"

After getting the confirmation from the staff, Bush did not hesitate for half a second and announced that he would go to Wyoming to visit the relevant victims and comfort them.

At the same time, he also posted a schedule very considerately, and posted a line of small words under the schedule-human beings need to move forward at all costs!

So, when the presidential motorcade left the White House and headed towards the air force base in Virginia, a large number of people appeared from the roadside, holding flags in their hands, and directly stopped Bush's car.

And Bush got out of the car as planned and began to comfort the people around him.

But before he could say two words, gunshots rang out, and the opponent's first shot hit his chest, but it was a pity that under the thin coat was a bulletproof vest, which was very thick.

Then there were 10 more shots, and it was not until the killer had used up all the bullets that the others reacted and then stumbled towards the president.

Some of the bullets from the 10 or so gunshots hit the president's arms, and some were empty.

But this did not prevent several staff members from carrying out the relevant plan.

Half an hour after the American president left, a piece of news soon came out of the presidential office.

[President Bush was shot and was in critical condition, but his strong will to survive kept the president's heart beating, waiting for a miracle.

So, dear American friends, can you help me wake up our dear president together? 】