Ugly country, black palace.
The President was furious in his office.
"What happened to his Third Fleet? Totally destroyed?! Such a large naval fleet is gone? There were a total of sixty warships, and now only fifteen are left!"
The President scolded the commander of the Third Fleet for a full half hour before he stopped temporarily because of a sore throat. After taking a sip of hot coffee to moisten his throat, he continued scolding for another half hour.
"Have you found the cause? Gordon is a seasoned general after all. It's impossible that his mistakes led to the destruction of the navy. There must be other reasons."
Finally, the President calmed down, reason began to prevail, and he thought about why the Third Fleet was destroyed.
Seeing that the President had calmed down, the secretary quickly reported some of the findings of the investigation.
"Your Excellency, President, according to investigations, these are a special type of zombie created by the Z virus. They appear to be patches of dark red fungal mats, but in reality, they are composed of a large number of Z virus protomers, capable of easily invading the interior of a ship..."
"It shouldn't be possible to destroy 45 of my warships in a row, right?" The President frowned, very dissatisfied with the investigation results.
The rest of the navy is still out there guarding the coastal defense line. If they don't resolve the incident once, what will they do next time it happens? Are they just going to wait for death?
"No matter what, let the think tank come up with a practical solution for me immediately!"
"Can't think of it? If not, then let's all die together. How many zombies do you think are there at sea? If the navy wasn't there, how would you handle so many zombies rushing towards us? Do you really think that just setting up a few cannons to repel the zombies from Canada and Mexico is enough?"
After the president finished yelling, his subordinates handed him several more documents.
He sat back in his chair and read a few copies. The veins on his forehead suddenly popped out, and with a "bang", the coffee cup fell directly to the ground!
"Fuck! Illinois, Texas, and Florida actually had Freedom Marches, and black riots broke out in six other states?!"
"What are you doing? Oh my God, these black people are a bunch of trash. Now is the critical moment of life and death for the country, and you garbage are actually coming out to cause trouble!!"
The President roared angrily and called the Army Commander directly.
"Suppress them! Suppress them all! Kill anyone who dares to resist. Show no mercy. We absolutely cannot let these niggers destroy our ugly country at this moment!"
The secretary watched in fear, and when the President recovered a little, he quickly reported to the President some of the causes of the black unrest.
"Your Excellency, President, isn't this too cruel? According to investigations, most of them were forced to riot due to lack of food."
"How could there be a shortage of food? Didn't I issue a policy of work-for-relief? People can get food by working. Why do you say they have no food to eat?" The President became even angrier after hearing the reason. It was estimated that the country's food reserves could sustain the country's normal diet for at least three years. How could there be a shortage of food?
As for work? Faced with the global Z virus crisis, even the Ugly Country wasn't sure it could survive safely. It urgently needed to build necessary military facilities and projects. These required manpower, and it was impossible to have soldiers do the work of industrial workers. Then who would defend the Ugly Country?
Therefore, we can only recruit the general public to work together. Just in case of economic market collapse, we can use food instead of wages to ensure that people can have food to eat!
But the result was not as he expected. Why?
The secretary also remained silent. The information he received was that the riot happened because there was no food, but he didn't know the specific reason.
After the president finished the phone call, he suddenly felt extremely tired. At this moment, he suddenly felt confused about the future of the ugly country.
Look at Long Yan and Mao Xiong. In the face of a major disaster, they can still unite as one and fight against the Z virus together across the country.
And what about the Ugly Country? Not only did it not do anything, but it was actually dragging its feet everywhere, as if it was afraid that the Ugly Country would be able to pull through.
The Ugly President's face was stern. No matter what, anyone who dared to hinder him during this period...
Must die!
He didn't care whether there would be rumors of his dictatorship back home. As long as the Ugly Country could survive this crisis, what did it matter if he was a dictator? By then, with his achievements, with just a little publicity, he could even become the Ugly King if he wanted!
The most important thing is that those are just a bunch of niggers, the real masters of the ugly country are still the white people!
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The other side.
Minnesota, slums.
A dense crowd of black people surrounded them.
A black man in a tattered yellow leather jacket stood on the table and shouted loudly.
"We have nothing to eat, we have nothing to drink!"
"We are starving and cold, so why should white people get bread and hot dogs for free while we need to work?"
"It's not fair, it's not fair, they discriminate against us, we must resist!"
"Resist, resist the white people!"
As the black man on the table danced and shouted at the top of his lungs, all the black people in the audience joined in and shouted loudly.
"Let's go, we want food!"
"If they don't give it to us, we'll take it ourselves! That's our food, and they white people are taking it away from us!"
"Take back our food, everything that belongs to us, charge!"
At the sound of a slogan, a dense crowd of black people poured out of the streets. They rushed into the streets with baseball bats, hammers, and some guns, shouting and yelling, occasionally shooting at the nearby closed shops, and dancing an inexplicable dance.
People hiding at home were trembling and hugging their children, for fear of being targeted by this group of lunatics.
Gradually, some hooligans in the black protest team could no longer tolerate it and rushed directly to other people's homes to buy things for free, smash and loot, and even hug other people's wives...
"Bang!"
A white man shot and killed a black thug who tried to insult his wife.
The scene, which had been barely able to remain harmonious, suddenly became chaotic because of the gunshot. The blacks went completely crazy, shot the husband to death, and took his wife away.
Everyone was laughing, but soon they couldn't laugh anymore.
On the empty streets, a number of troop carriers were parked on the roadside. Soldiers armed with live ammunition jumped out of the vehicles and quickly formed a thick human wall in front of the marching crowd.
Before the blacks realized the seriousness of the problem, one of them rushed to the front and started cursing at the soldier. Seeing that he was silently holding back his curses and not moving, he even wanted to pick up a brick from the roadside and throw it at him.
The next moment, dense gunfire rang out, and the man was instantly shot into a hole. At the same time, the crowd behind him was also within the range of the shooting...
After a long time, the gunfire stopped.
I don’t know how long it took, but someone saw the scene on the street and was immediately scared to the ground. There were hundreds of black people’s bodies lying on the ground.
Such scenes occurred in every corner of the Ugly Country, and the black riots were temporarily suppressed.
But in the dark corners, undercurrents are surging.
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