, read <Warhammer: Starting Planetary Governor, three hundred years of tax arrears>, and enjoy reading time.
At the temporary press conference in front of Capitol Building, flash lights flashed.
General Jensen was dressed in a straight military uniform, with medals on his chest. He stood in front of the microphone and spitted.
"Everyone, the Washington crisis has been completely resolved! Under my decisive command, we calmed down the riot caused by the mutated orangutan in just forty-eight hours! This fully proves the reaction speed and absolute combat power of United States military!"
He boasted endlessly about his bravery, decisiveness, and calmness in the face of danger, as if he was the one on the front line the whole time.
In the audience, Fu Haoran leaned on the back seat of the bulletproof off-road vehicle, looked at the live broadcast, and sneered.
Jimmy was sitting in the passenger seat and turned around to hand over the tablet. "Boss, the several media outlets you arranged have already asked questions according to the outline you gave me."
"Yellowstone Industries's reconstruction team is already on the way. After this riot, the entire reconstruction order can basically be in our hands."
Fu Haoran twitched his lips and continued to stare at the live broadcast screen.
At the press conference, the reporter <The New York Times> who was the first to ask a question stood up.
"General, there is news that the first team to rush to Washington to put down the rebellion was a National Guard. There are rumors that they were owed project funds, with a total amount of up to 800 million U. S. dollars. Are you here to ask for wages this time?"
The smile on Jensen's face froze for a few tenths of a second, and he cursed in his heart: 800 million? It's obviously only 640 million! What idiot is spreading the numbers randomly!
But he still spoke righteously on his face, and slammed the table to deny. "This is a complete rumor! Our soldiers have always fulfilled their duties. Protecting the family and the country is their bounden duty, and it has nothing to do with military pay! The talk of arrears is pure nonsense!"
The second reporter immediately followed. "General, it only took less than thirteen hours for this National Guard to arrive at Washington from receiving the order."
"According to the normal process, the transfer of National Guard requires the governor's approval and congressional filing, which takes at least 24 hours. How did you do something special this time?"
Jensen almost blurted out: Isn't it good that it came quickly? You have to wait until the orangutans slaughter all Washington before you are satisfied?
He took a deep breath and read out the lines he had prepared in advance, "These so-called National Guard are actually militia volunteers organized by enthusiastic people."
"They rushed to the front line as soon as the disaster occurred, and the military only granted formal establishment afterwards. This is a flexible and efficient emergency response mechanism."
A third reporter asked, "A citizen photographed a heavy tank of unknown type appearing on the street. Is this a new weapon of our army?"
Jensen said simply, "There is no such thing. No weapons and equipment beyond the establishment were found at the scene."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth reporter raised his mobile phone. On the screen was the real shot of Knight Paladin: "Then, is this mecha more than ten meters high a secret weapon of our country?"
Jensen A layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he shook his head crazily: No! I don't even know what this thing is!
But when the words came to his lips, he turned around abruptly.
He knew very well that if he said "no", it would be equivalent to admitting that heavy weapons of unknown origin appeared in the Washington defense battle, but United States military knew nothing about it.
That would be ten thousand times more embarrassing than admitting to having a secret weapon.
Jensen's face was not red, and his heart was not beating. He spoke loudly into the microphone, "Yes, this is a new generation of combat mecha secretly developed by our country, code-named Liberty Guardian. It is still in the experimental stage, and it is inconvenient to disclose more technical details."
"Please believe that we are always doing our best to protect national security."
The reporters at the scene were in an uproar, and the flashlights kept flashing like crazy.
The real-time hot searches on the Internet directly dominated the rankings, and the national confidence of the old and American people was instantly boosted.
Fu Haoran laughed out loud while watching the live broadcast.
All the tough questions at the press conference were fed to the media by him in advance.
If Jensen is forced to admit in public that the mecha is United States military's secret weapon, there will be no proof of blame.
Putting the issue of $800 million in unpaid wages before a national audience, Congress will have to weigh the pressure of public opinion if it wants to default on the bill.
A sure-profit trade.
More importantly, the pot was thrown away and the mecha incident was completely covered, perfect.
The next questions all revolved around new weapons and accountability for orangutan riots.
Jensen almost lost his temper, blaming all the blame on the "illegal biological laboratories controlled by overseas extremist forces", without even mentioning United States military's own experimental project.
Until the last reporter asked, "General, there is currently a large-scale power outage in Washington. The power company said that power supply cannot be restored for at least three weeks, and hospitals and refugee camps are on the verge of paralysis. What is the military's solution to this?"
Jensen's face turned dark instantly. He just came here to grab credit and gain a sense of presence. Why did this kind of Messy Situation fall on him?
He could only bite the bullet and speak in an official tone, repeating over and over again "establish an emergency command center, coordinate resources from all parties, and strive to restore power supply as soon as possible", without even a single useful sentence, and ended the press conference in a hurry.
At the same time, on the streets of Washington, traditional entertainment for zero yuan has been launched on time.
Daniel touched the pulped revolver on his waist and felt a little more at ease.
This gun has been with him for eight years and has not been fired a few times, but every time he bought it for zero yuan, he would touch it for peace of mind.
When buying something for zero yuan, the gun is no longer ringing, but it is scaring people.
He took more than thirty brothers, carried two revolvers, drove three broken pickup trucks, and happily entered the largest supermarket chain in the neighborhood.
As a veteran in the looting world, he knew exactly what to do.
After a major disaster, food, water, and toilet paper are hard currencies. It is best to deal with them on the black market. He has even found his next home in advance.
As a result, when we arrived at the entrance of the supermarket, the rolling shutter door was completely ripped off and thrown on the roadside, with the glass shattered all over the floor.
Daniel's face instantly darkened, and he touched the revolver on his waist again.
"Fake! Which son of a bitch dares to seize my territory? I don't know that this whole area is covered by me, Daniel?"
He pulled out his revolver, waved it in the air, and spat flew. "Follow me all in! Today we must break the legs of these blind bastards and throw them to the orangutans!"
The brothers rushed in screaming.
Daniel rushed to the front, cursing, but as soon as he turned around the shelf, his words got stuck in his throat, as if he was being strangled by the neck.
The supermarket was dark and full of people.
They were not a ragtag group of zero-dollar retail investors, but they were all wearing military boots, tactical vests, and the standard Bolter. Their faces were covered with black cloth, and they were wearing a coat to hide their ears, and they were moving things to the military truck in an orderly manner.
Cans, mineral water, batteries, toilet paper, and even the shelves were dismantled and loaded into trucks, and the code scanners at the checkout counter were all taken away.
Hearing Daniel's curse, hundreds of people turned their heads.
The sound of the gun being pulled was like a crisp rain, and hundreds of black muzzles were instantly aimed at the Daniel group of people.
The leading soldier glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
In front of the truth (the muzzle of the gun), Daniel's rusty brain began to spin rapidly for a long time.
Under the rapid pouring of cold sweat, Daniel's brain was running at a speed never seen before in his life.
The flesh on his face trembled, and he immediately hid the revolver behind him, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Hahahaha! What a joke! Brothers, we are just passing by! Passing by! You continue, thank you for your hard work!"
As he spoke, he backed away in a mess and walked out of the supermarket. His legs were weak. He held on to the wall and touched the revolver again. His palms were all sweaty.
"Boss, do you want to go visit another house?" a brother asked in a low voice.
Daniel slapped him on the head. "Look at your mother! These plague gods are here, not even a hair is left within ten miles!"
He didn't give up and led his people to the luxury shopping mall in the city center.
Now that the supermarkets are gone, you can always miss some of the famous bags, watches, and jewelry in the mall, right? If that doesn't work, you can still make a fortune by hiring a Chinese purchasing agent.
As a result, when we arrived at the entrance of the shopping mall, Daniel was completely stunned.
Even more spectacular than a supermarket.
A dozen trucks were parked at the door, and soldiers were moving in and out, as if they were moving.
TVs, refrigerators, computers, luxury bags, watches, perfumes, and even leather sofas were all carried and stuffed into the truck by two people.
Daniel even saw a "bandit" holding a huge teddy bear in his arms and muttering "a gift for my daughter".
"Is this a zero-dollar purchase or a moving company?" Daniel murmured to himself, and subconsciously touched the revolver on his waist.
He was thinking about whether to sneak in and pick up some leaks when a skinny white drug addict suddenly rushed out from behind him, holding a dagger, roaring like he was high, "This is my territory! Get out of here!", and rushed into the mall like a madman.
The soldier guarding the door raised his rifle without looking at him.
Ta-ta-ta.
A flurry of explosive bombs hit his feet, creating a series of craters on the cement floor and splashing rubble on the addict's face.
The addict sobered up instantly, collapsed on the ground, and ran away crawling on the ground.
The soldier didn't even look at him and continued to move things into the car.
Daniel swallowed, turned around and left.
"Boss, don't you want to watch?"
"What a fart! Go home!"
"But we didn't catch anything!"
Daniel turned back, glanced at the brightly lit but empty shopping mall, then looked down at the revolver in his hand that had been with him for eight years, and sighed:
"These days, zero-yuan purchases have become a regular army. I'd better go back and get relief food."
In the supermarket, recruit Leon, followed by veteran Kahn, was moving boxes of cans onto the cart.
He was a recruit who had just come out of the recruitment camp. It was his first time to go on a mission with the governor, and his hands were still a little shaky.
"Squad, squad leader, isn't it against military regulations for us to take things like this?" Leon asked in a low voice, "During the recruitment process, didn't it say that civilians were not allowed to be robbed?"
Kahn sneered, stuffed two cigarettes into the sack, and spat. "What a fright! The governor said that the ruler of this planet owes us, Hive City, a hundred years of taxes! It is only natural that we use this thing to offset the debt!"
He patted Leon on the shoulder and lowered his voice to popularize science rules. "Remember the three iron rules set by the Governor. First, only touch the rich and shops, and don't touch the things of the common people."
"Second, only wealth is robbed, no harm is allowed, and no women or children are allowed to be touched."
"Third, half of all seizures will be handed over to the Hive City public treasury, and the other half will be distributed to the brothers according to military merit. How much you can take depends entirely on your ability."
Leon's eyes lit up instantly.
He came to serve as a soldier just to make some money and buy a new nutritional tank for his family.
"By the way," Kahn added, pointing to the mask on his face and the gloves on his hands, "Put on the mask and don't take off the gloves. There are a lot of surveillance here, so don't leave your face and fingerprints."
"Also, the clothes you changed into before entering the city will be burned after the mission. Don't cause trouble for the governor, and don't cause trouble for yourself."
Leon quickly pulled up the mask, pushed the cart two steps forward, and stopped in front of the food shelf. His whole body froze.
He had never seen so much food in his life.
In Lower Hive, a piece of Corpse Starch can make three children break their heads, but here, whole boxes of canned meat are piled up like this, with letters he can't understand printed on the labels, but the greasy meat pieces are clearly visible in the picture.
There are also rows of bottled water on the shelves, so clean that you can see people in them, not the recycled water in Hive City that smells like rust.
He stretched out his hand and picked up a can of beef. He turned it over and over, his fingertips were shaking, and he was reluctant to put it in the cart.
His sister had never eaten even a bite of fresh meat until she was eight years old.
"Why are you standing there like that?" Kahn slapped him on the back of the head, "Move! If you can't move it, just move it a few more times! I'll have something for you to eat when you get back!"
Leon came to his senses, put the can in the cart, and then reached out to pick up the second and third cans. His movements became faster and faster, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.
These new recruits had heard what the veterans had said before they came here.
This is Garden World, a place where superior people live, with good food and drink, and many rules.
But they knew better that the soldiers who followed the governor here never returned empty-handed.
At dawn, the wealthy people in the wealthy areas finally dared to come out of their hiding places.
Wall Street, an investment bank executive, Richard, put on the coat given by his neighbor and walked back to his villa shivering.
Last night, he was politely invited out of the house by a group of masked soldiers. They even put a coat on him without hurting a finger.
But when he came back, the whole villa was empty.
The red wine, antique clocks, and oil paintings that had been collected for twenty years were all gone.
The safe was completely broken open, and not even a hair of the gold, jewelry, and bonds inside was left.
There were only a few broken bowls left in the kitchen, the food in the refrigerator had been moved cleanly, and even the outdoor unit of the central air conditioner had been removed from the wall.
Richard was sitting on the floor of the empty living room, his mind was blank.
He wanted to drive to the city to find a hotel, but when he arrived at the garage, he found that the Mercedes SUV he just bought, including the car and the key, had disappeared without a trace.
He took out his mobile phone to call a taxi, only to find that his wallet and credit cards had all been taken away.
The phone is still there, but the signal is intermittent and the taxi-hailing software cannot be refreshed at all.
Richard stood at the door for ten minutes, and finally had no choice but to accept his fate and walk to the city.
The entire Upper East Side street is full of people like him.
The rich man in home clothes and the noble lady wrapped in a coat walked down the street blankly with pale faces.
Their homes, without exception, were all evacuated.
What's even more desperate is that the whole city has a power outage.
Their home's backup generator, along with its fuel tank, were all pried away.
No electricity, no internet, no car, no money.
The rich who once stood at the top of the pyramid became homeless refugees overnight.
Fortunately, the police who arrived nearby guided them to a temporary settlement in the suburbs, a large supermarket that was still open.
As soon as we walked to the door of the supermarket, everyone was stunned.
The lights in the supermarket are brightly lit, the air conditioner is blowing cool breeze, the freezer is running normally, the computer screen at the checkout counter is on, and there are even staff working the checkout normally.
In the darkness of the city's power outage, this place is simply civilized Dawn.
"Why is there electricity here?!" someone couldn't help shouting.
The crowd instantly became commotion. Some people followed the wires extending from the entrance of the supermarket and saw dozens of sci-fi pickup trucks neatly parked in the parking lot.
There is an unfamiliar DYB letter logo printed on the car body.
"What kind of car is that? I've never seen it before. They supply power to the outside world. Can the car's battery hold up?"
"I heard it's a pure electric car."
"What? Who will buy a pure electric one? How long will the battery life last? I'm afraid it won't last a few kilometers before it dies."
The wealthy people present all echoed, and some of them spoke to each other with a sense of superiority in their tone. No one took these DYB electric pickup trucks seriously.
In their perception, gas vehicles are the mainstream, and electric vehicles are synonymous with short-range and toy vehicles.
The rich man sneered at the DYB pickup truck, but he was just a little curious about its appearance.