"Oppose war! Call for peace!" A group of American civilians in front of the Pentagon sat outside at the intersection, holding various signs of anti-war slogans, and shouting a few words from time to time.

During the Vietnam War, Americans often gathered large anti-war teams outside the Pentagon. But now, this scale has become smaller and smaller. The wars that Americans launched abroad over the years have brought huge benefits and brought great benefits to the recession Americans. Therefore, the anti-war protests have long since disappeared from the intense Vietnam War period, and are more like a performance show.

During the protests, those people would not block traffic at all, nor would they affect the normal operation of the Pentagon, nor would they affect the interests and decisions of the senior American executives. The senior American executives were also happy to show their performances to show a propaganda poster of boiling persimmon oil.

The American people, who have always regarded themselves as the core of the world, don’t even care about China, and they don’t even care about a small Taiping country. Many people have never heard of Taiping country or Taiping country forgot the interesting news, but it does not prevent them from holding up anti-war signs. Regardless of other reasons, the anti-war reason is always a stage to resist reality. Those American civilian protesters have even regarded this as an entertainment and have used it from time to time to show off their non-mainstream.

Generally speaking, even if these non-mainstream people make too much trouble, they will not affect the problems of the entire mainstream society.

The American persimmon oil ideology made the violent institutions begin to let go, and this time, the same was true for the anti-war demonstrations in order to get more and more tense with the peaceful country. Not far from them, there were only a dozen policemen maintaining normal order, and some of them were still talking and laughing.

"This is damn weather!" Ron cursed and got into the police car parked next to him. Wilson inside immediately handed over a cup of hot coffee.

November in the northern hemisphere is already very cold, especially Washington, not Florida or Hawaii. It is a pleasure to drink a cup of hot coffee in the cold wind outside for most of the day. Knowing that today's task is to maintain the order of activities of these performing artists, the old Ron has prepared everything, including an electric coffee stove that can be boiled with the help of automobile power.

"Hey, there are more and more people outside!" Wilson, who had just been a policeman for three months, said with some concern. "Do I want to go and take a look? There seems to be drunks there."

"Don't worry!" Ron blew the water above. He took a sip of hot coffee in a small sip and glanced at him, "The weather is not good today. Maybe the cold wind will blow them all away after a while. As for the drunk..."

"Those drunks will fall asleep after a while of excitement. But we have to worry about it. We have to clean up the garbage. Don't let them affect the mood of those big guys." He paused, looked out the car window, and said carelessly. "What threat can those guys who are so drunk that they can't even hold their wallets?"

"Clang!" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sound of hitting metal coming from outside.

"A drunk is throwing a shoe!" Wilson, who had been watching outside, exclaimed.

"Shoes?" Ron was stunned, but then he curled his lips and continued to take a sip of coffee. "Don't talk about shoes, even other garbage and stones are common. Sometimes even bullets are available!"

It seemed as if he had said that throwing stones and garbage was common. Under the leadership of a drunkard, the protesters who pursued alternatives also excitedly touched the garbage around them and threw it over.

"These damn idiots must kick their ass in a while!" Seeing that things were getting a little big, Ron cursed and finally drank the coffee in one go. Under Wilson's anxious eyes, he slowly moved out of the police car.

This kind of thing is very common to him, especially in areas of color and slums. However, as long as the police intervene, those who use throwing garbage to vent their dissatisfaction will quickly escape.

"Peng!" A loud noise in his ear made Ron shrink his neck and hurriedly hide behind the door of the police car. He looked at a whiskey bottle that was still rolling back and forth on the roof of the car. He couldn't help but curse: "These damn idiots, give you another bullet to taste!"

"Boom!" As soon as his scolding came out, a crisp gunshot shocked him.

Although there are many guns in the United States, some places still have strict management of guns. Perhaps in some slums, gunshots can be heard at any time, but this is the Pentagon, the location of the US national-level violent agency. Nearly 30,000 military elites gathered here can influence the operation of the powerful armed forces of the United States, the world's largest military power.

The place is loose on the outside and strict on the inside, especially after being hit by the plane, the security measures here are even stricter. Faced with the threat of terrorists who are hostile to the United States all over the world, here is not to mention the tide here, but at least they are more sensitive to gunshots. This gunshot undoubtedly means a big deal. Especially Ron, who has been a police officer for more than 20 years, suddenly heard that the gunshot was from. The 357 Colt police used a revolver and was even more shocked.

He hurriedly followed the gunshot, and the sight of him was the thing he was most worried about.

On one side was a policeman in his twenties holding a muzzle with his hands, and he still vaguely saw a trace of blue smoke, while on the other side was already in chaos.

"Police - shot! Killed people!" Although American civilians are familiar with guns, they are not familiar with death, especially the sound of guns from the state violent agencies, this did not prevent them from shouting in horror with a tone that tore through their throats.

The protesters fled around, but some bravely stood up and continued to fight back with garbage, such as the drunkard.

The bullet knocked down a civilian, but the drunkard who started throwing out the shoe triggered all this was not hurt at all. Perhaps it was alcohol that anesthetized the reason, making him feel meaningless. The gunshots just now continued to throw garbage and fight back to defend his courage. His behavior also inspired the courage of some other people, and a second person fought back, then a third person, and even more people.

In the minds of these American civilians, they always believed that the gunshot was caused by the police's fire. Otherwise, in this land, no policeman could have dared to shoot and kill people without trial like hundreds of years ago. The crowd was so panicked that they were angry about their performance just now, and they were also angry at the police's shooting. They continued to throw garbage and even stones at the young policeman who shot.

"Bang!" Two more gunshots were heard. This time it was still from the police, not the young man in his twenties, but the gun of another policeman.

"What's wrong with this?" Ron's head, who had just woken up, was blank again. Everything happened was something he had never encountered in more than 20 years of work. He knew the two policemen who fired the gun. How could they shoot? It's normal for police to shoot, but it is usually against those vicious criminals. Even the criminals are not jeopardizing their lives. But now after two gunshots, two American civilians have fallen into a pool of blood.

"The police fired!" At this moment, people finally understood that the gunshots were not fire, but that the god of death was really coming.

People were crying and running around, and even some media reporters who rushed over after hearing the news ran away, but some people stood still, and were so excited that they captured such a once-in-a-lifetime shot like a chicken blood, and even broadcast it live to the TV scenes seen by Rogers and others.

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"Big News! Big News!" On November 1st, the whole of the United States was stunned by the same news.

This kind of thing may be normal if it is in Africa and some places, but it is definitely big news in the United States.

The police shooting incident in front of the Pentagon subverted the image of Chinese violent institutions in many people's minds, and even the image of the American persimmon oil guard suddenly collapsed in the minds of many people.

But more elites from all walks of life in the United States stood up and pointed their anger at the incident at the police and the government. Even the capital tycoons put pressure on the rule game that had lasted for hundreds of years through violence is absolutely not allowed. No matter how much wealth they have, they are mortals, and they cannot stop the destructive power of a bullet. When they find that the wealth in their hands cannot control the threat to life, they are also afraid.

The US government and various agencies have long begun investigating the matter, but they cannot find any more clues. The two policemen who shot were shot dead, and it is impossible to find out what was wrong with these two normal policemen, except for their skin color and belief.

One of them is a black policeman, the other is a white man who believes in Middle Eastern doctrine. Anyway, they cannot involve Chinese or Taiping people. Even if the Americans want to take the opportunity to talk about it, they have no idea how to start. They can only conduct further investigations and prepare for an autopsy to see if there are special circumstances such as psychedelic agents. However, at this time, the bodies of the two policemen suddenly disappeared, leaving only clothes and guns that committed the crime.

"There are insiders! There is conspiracy!" This made the American senior officials start to suspicious randomly, and the shadow of conspiracy theories continue to linger on everyone's heads. All forces began to be wary of any dynamic that used this to attack their own side.
Chapter completed!