I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 178 The American Civil War 2.0 (Mini Version) (Bonus Chapter 1226)

When the planned "surprise attack" finally arrived, the scene at the designated assembly point left Hoover, who was on-site overseeing the operation, almost speechless.

The National Guard was well-organized and fully armed; at least on the surface, it appeared to be a formidable and regular military force.

This was a pre-arranged force that had been deployed; there's not much to say about it.

What truly made Hoover's eyelids twitch was the enormous auxiliary force surrounding the regular army, which should never have appeared at all.

Following closely behind the National Guard was a large "auxiliary force"—local KKK members—wearing a variety of clothing and armed with a dazzling array of weapons.

Some wore the iconic white pointed burqas, while most wore everyday work clothes, but most had white strips of cloth wrapped around their arms to distinguish them.

They waved their privately owned hunting rifles, revolvers, and even pitchforks and torches, their faces beaming with excitement and fervor for participating in a grand festival, constantly shouting:

"For the purity of America!"

"Kill those black devils!"

"Charge, National Guard brothers!"

Behind this auxiliary team, however, lay an even more chaotic scene.

Dozens of cars from major newspapers and broadcasting companies were crammed together, and many reporters looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering, "Wasn't this supposed to be an exclusive?"

Then they got off the bus, exchanging the gossip they had heard, and then, with looks of disdain or sudden realization, they all set up their cameras and aimed them at the group in front of them.

What really sent Hoover’s blood pressure soaring was the noise in the sky.

Two planes painted with the words "The Sun" and "Voice of Freedom" hovered slowly at low altitude, the roar of their engines like mocking drumbeats striking Hoover's heart.

Hoover took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the urge to draw his gun.

He slowly turned his head, expressionless, and stared intently at the National Guard commander standing beside him, whose forehead was already sweating—Colonel Morris, who had sworn to "keep it a secret."

Translate this for me, what the hell is this "TM"—secret?!

After coordinating the troop deployment and requesting secrecy, he returned to Washington to report the preparations to higher-ups. It wasn't until he arrived in Mississippi that he discovered—

This was no longer a covert military raid; it had clearly turned into a noisy, chaotic armed parade, a public execution announcement under the spotlight!

Colonel Maurice forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Uh, this situation is a bit unexpected... but it's not a big deal, really, not a big deal!"

Colonel Morris knew perfectly well that he was the one who had messed up so badly, spreading the news of the "secret raid" far and wide!

But at this point, it's pointless to hold the person responsible accountable; the most important thing is whether the operation can continue!

He tried to sound confident: “We’ve already sent out small teams to block the main routes to that armed group’s camp. They can’t escape.”

"Moreover, they don't seem to be trying to escape; instead, it looks like they want to fight a trench war with us."

Just then, a junior agent from the Bureau of Investigation came running up, panting, and handed Hoover a newly received telegram. Hoover glanced at it quickly; the contents were almost identical to what Colonel Morris had said: there were no signs of a large-scale evacuation from the target camp; on the contrary, they observed that the enemy was actively reinforcing their fortifications…

Here's the question: he just received intelligence from the front-line surveillance agents, so how did you know in advance?
Colonel Maurice stammered, unsure how to explain.

Finally, he could only ask someone to bring out a radio, pointing to the airplanes in the sky, "Sometimes you have to admire these ubiquitous media outlets; their information is truly well-informed..."

Then, Hoover heard Logan's voice, slightly distorted but still steady, coming through the radio:
"...Dear listeners, this is Voice of Freedom's special battlefield program. I'm your old friend Logan!"

"We have received definite information that today, the Mississippi National Guard, in conjunction with the Bureau of Investigation's elite forces, is about to launch a raid on the accused organization behind illegal immigration, the largest bootlegging syndicate in the South, and the ultimate grim reaper of five hundred European heroes!"

"However, we have already sent planes to scout the target and found that the target seems to have received the news as well, and is actively digging fortifications... well, so it probably can no longer be considered a raid now!"

Hoover: "..."

He slowly shifted his gaze from the radio back to Colonel Maurice, continuing to stare at him expressionlessly.

Colonel Morris broke out in a cold sweat under his gaze, and his smirk almost crumbled. "Even if they are prepared, it's just a futile struggle!"

"Our National Guard is well-equipped, highly trained, and overwhelmingly superior in numbers! Faced with such overwhelming strength, any resistance is futile!"

"The problem...it's not a big problem!"

Then I heard Logan's voice on the radio.

"Listeners, based on the stances observed by our reporter from the plane, this appears to be more than just a simple security operation!"

"I have a feeling that this impending conflict will escalate into a large-scale battle! We at Voice of Freedom would call it—American Civil War 2.0 (mini version)!"

Logan launched into a lengthy analysis, "Although this 'mini civil war' took place in the South, it's interesting that, according to our investigation, the members of the target camp were predominantly Black."

"From a historical and symbolic perspective, we might consider them the former 'Union Army'; while the National Guard and... well, certain groups that came to suppress them could be seen as the former 'Confederate Army'!"

"So, will the outcome of the American Civil War 2.0 be the same as the first one, ending in a victory for the Union Army? Or will the Confederate Army change the course of the civil war?"

"Let's wait and see! Voice of Freedom will continue to broadcast this raid...battle live!"

Hoover: "..."

He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

When the Bureau of Investigation's operations, which should have been conducted "secretly," were broadcast "live," it always triggered some unpleasant memories for him and gave him an ominous premonition!
The key question is, why the hell does he always run into these kinds of insects?

Colonel Morris: "..."

His facial muscles twitched, and facing Hoover's murderous gaze, he forced out a few dry laughs from his throat, "Heh, the media just loves to create these useless gimmicks..."

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(End of this chapter)