American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Just as the rebellion broke out on the ground

　Amidst the war demonstrations and the racial equality marches, groups of bankrupt speculators were jumping from the rooftops of skyscrapers, screaming and falling on the streets, turning into puddles of indescribable matter, adding a touch of blood to the movement.

　——Ever since President Johnson announced the US dollar default and stopped redeeming the US dollar with gold, which essentially abolished the Bretton Woods system, the US dollar exchange rate plummeted within a week and continued to fall, which in turn led to the collapse of the stock market and futures market.

　Initially, the American press was still lamenting over hot-button terms like "Black Monday" and "Black Tuesday." But after the stock market had been plunging for half a month, everyone was already numb, or muttering, "This week was all black!"

　So, just like every stock market crash and economic crisis in the past, a large number of "jerks" appeared in Manhattan skyscrapers this month.

　It just so happened that the Johnson administration insisted on pushing forward the "One Million Man (Conscription) Plan", which resulted in anti-war marches and black riots.

　There are flying people overhead and demonstrations on the streets... Such a contrasting scene is happening in the heart of world finance.

　Many elderly people in New York sighed and said that they have not seen such a scene for more than 30 years since the end of the Great Depression!

　Of course, the forces are mutual. As a "free" country that has been noisy all year round, when the anti-war demonstrations and the Black Civil Rights Movement organized by left-wing forces broke out, there were usually demonstrations and marches by right-wing forces on the streets to counterattack.

　So, when the anti-war protesters were walking on Fifth Avenue, right-wing groups such as the American Legion and the Veterans of Foreign Wars also urgently organized a group of people, shouting slogans advocating war, and walked towards them from the other direction.

　"Take Hanoi! Fight the war to the end!"

　"We love America! We love our country!"

　"…America is my country—right or wrong"!

　"Can we let cowards bury America?"

　“There is no flag more glorious than the American flag!”

　"We must not allow the Vietcong or any other communist party to win! This will destroy the glory of the United States! There is no peace in compromise!"

　If it were just these empty and exaggerated patriotic slogans, then although they might seem a bit hypocritical, they would not be that harsh.

　But the problem is that just as the left-wing anti-war parade was mixed with a large group of black people, homeless people and other strange guys, the right-wing pro-war parade was also mixed with a lot of KKK members wearing white robes, pointed hats and white masks, dressed like the White Ghost.

　Therefore, all kinds of ugly curses soon emerged from the equally chaotic right-wing team: "Cowards should die of shame! Niggers should go back to the countryside and pick cotton!"

　"All black slaves who don't know their duty will be hung on the stake!"

　"White spies who befriend black people! God will judge your depravity!"

　"Nigger! Why don't you get out of the way when you see us? Do you want to be whipped?"

　——It is conceivable that once these two groups of people meet and argue with each other, the scene that follows will be like a collision between Mars and the Earth:

　First there was pushing and shoving, then fists and kicks, and then accompanied by a few crisp crackling sounds, dazzling flames broke out on the street!

　After throwing the Molotov cocktail, what follows is a full range of indiscriminate street fighting: fists, steel pipes, bricks, stones, bottles, smoke bombs

　The entire Fifth Avenue was a bloody mess, with wounded people with broken heads and bleeding everywhere wailing and rolling on the ground.

　Soon, a hot-tempered redneck from the South took out his pistol, loaded it, took off the safety, aimed at the black man opposite, and "bang!"

　Blood splattered, corpses fell to the ground, screams rang out, and onlookers ran around everywhere, even trampling on each other...

　Seeing that shooting had already occurred, the New York police, who had been slacking off, were finally ordered to appear and try to disperse the crowd. However, due to long-standing racial discrimination, their batons were almost all directed at the black people and the anti-war marchers, which immediately aroused more anger.

　Some veterans who participated in anti-war activities soon took out their pistols and opened fire. Then someone got a small truck that was doused in gasoline and on fire, and rammed it into the police cars blocking the road, causing a huge explosion.

　Next, roadside bombs, grenades and Molotov cocktails exploded everywhere, setting the streets of Manhattan ablaze, filled with flames and screams.

　As the street marches evolved into large-scale gun battles and explosions, the New York police quickly collapsed, abandoning their burning police cars and running away ignoring the pleas of the wounded everywhere - this is just a job, why should they risk their lives?

　If the beatings are too harsh, human rights organizations will likely come out and complain, calling on the police to exercise restraint and respect citizens' right to freedom of assembly. Maybe even some idiotic legislators will stand up and claim to stand with the people, forcing the police department to send in a few scapegoats to take the blame...

　So... retreat, retreat! We police won't take the blame for this. Let the army with heavy firepower suppress it!

　Then, seemingly encouraged by the police's hasty retreat, more and more armed thugs appeared on the streets, seizing weapons, robbing shops, and robbing banks - and taking advantage of the banker's private bodyguards.

　They were fighting enthusiastically.

　If you are really too timid and cowardly, just rob small supermarkets, fast food restaurants, and bakeries: it would be great if you can grab a few donuts!

　By the afternoon of that day, New York was in chaos again, with "beautiful scenery" everywhere. In every district, thugs were engaged in zero-dollar shopping, setting fires, snatching weapons, and building barricades. Dozens of armed groups were clamoring for a bloody battle in the streets, and the police had disappeared one after another.

　However, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. So, the police chief, knowing full well how to do it, called the mayor and asked him to ask the state government to send the National Guard into New York State to suppress the riots. This was how the previous New York riots were suppressed.

　If we want to deal with the blacks and left-wing poor people whose martial ethics have risen recently, we can’t just rely on the police’s pistols, we need the army’s armored vehicles and tanks!

　However, to the surprise of the police chief, the New York mayor flatly rejected the deployment of the New York State National Guard, citing the following reasons: "According to the latest instructions from Secretary of Defense McNamara, the National Guard of each state is not allowed to participate in urban security operations without the approval of the Pentagon. And the governor just called me and said that the Pentagon does not agree to the National Guard entering New York City."

　"Don't let the National Guard into the city? Oh my God! There are already barricades in New York! What is the Pentagon doing? Are they going to watch the niggers and the mob take over Manhattan? Or let those radicals imitate the Paris Commune and set up a New York Commune?"

　The police chief was stunned and shouted, "Those rebels have submachine guns and bombs! We police officers alone can't defeat them!"

　"The Pentagon has already dispatched the newly formed Terrorist Action Team. They're coming by helicopter and will be here soon."

　The mayor rubbed his forehead and said wearily, "Don't worry about what happens next. Since the Pentagon has taken on this job, let the Vietnamese monkeys and Latin American wetbacks fight the niggers and rebels to their heart's content!"

　And so, minutes later, accompanied by the overwhelming roar of engines and shadows cast from the sky, the thugs looting and burning on the streets of New York looked up in shock. They suddenly witnessed the same apocalyptic scene that the Viet Cong guerrillas had often seen in previous years—like a divine attack from the rainforests of Vietnam, dozens of Huey helicopters appeared over the concrete jungle of New York!

　"Terrorist Mobile Team! Attack!"

　Author's Note: PS: The Battle of Kursk has begun again, and both sides have staked their bets heavily, creating the illusion of history repeating itself. The last Battle of Kursk was a tank showdown. Now that tanks have to be disguised as mobile homes, the decisive battle is no longer viable. So will it become a drone showdown?

　Chapter 383: Vietnamese in New York

　A roaring flock of helicopters came roaring, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The airflow stirred up by the rotors carried sand and gravel, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

　The roaring M2 heavy machine gun shot out blazing chains of fire from the air, sweeping the crowd running wildly on the ground and making the streets bumpy.

　——The above war scene was supposed to occur in the tropical rainforest, but it is now happening on the streets of Manhattan in New York!

　The only difference is that in Vietnam, the helicopter gunners yelled – “Those who run are the Vietcong, those who don’t run are the well-trained Vietcong!”

　In New York, the machine gunners shouted: "Those who can run are rebels, and those who can't run are well-trained rebels!"

　Well, to put it more abstractly, in Vietnam, the helicopter gunners were Yankees, and in New York, the helicopter gunners were Vietnamese!

　Does it seem that the Pentagon spends so much military money every year just to let people on both sides of the ocean play a game of exchange killing?

　Of course, as a soldier of the terrorist mobile team who was on the front line of suppressing the riots, Nguyen Cao Mei did not have so many messy associations in his mind. He just hoped that the machine gun on the helicopter would be more accurate and not accidentally injure his own people.

　Although the bulletproof vest on him was thick and heavy, it could only block the kinetic energy of a small pistol at best, but it could not withstand the fire of a heavy machine gun!

　Fortunately, this is New York after all, so the heavy machine gun on the helicopter only fired a few bursts of shots, and the pilot pulled up and flew away.

　Nguyen Cao Mei and others were left holding shields and maces to face a group of tall and strong black and white thugs.

　——It seemed that they saw the helicopter flying away, and saw these "yellow monkeys" with black ointment on their faces, who were generally thin and small, and not very powerful. The thugs who were scared half to death by the machine gun fire before gradually gathered together and shouted and insulted the terrorist mobile team.

　Some people threw stones at them, and some even took out Molotov cocktails again.

　But these Vietnamese, coming from a war-torn country, were not going to go easy on them. Immediately, someone pulled out a submachine gun and started firing.

　——Although it was a warning shot with the muzzle raised an inch, it was inevitable that a few stray bullets would accidentally enter the human body.

　As a result, blood splattered and screams rang out. The cowardly black men scattered in panic. The white youth holding a Molotov cocktail had his palm and the bottle shattered by a bullet. The sticky fuel covered his whole body and he was burned to death, howling like a ghost and turning into a "fireman".

　But there were also a few thugs whose thinking seemed to be out of the ordinary. I don't know if they were high on drugs or just born foolish and bold. Facing the rain of bullets, instead of dodging, they rushed forward with sticks and howling.

　As soon as he went, he was shot by the violent terrorist squad who were no longer polite and was beaten to pieces on the spot.

　During the period, some rioters fought back with pistols, but the thick bulletproof vests, sturdy shields and helmets made the terrorist mobile team almost unscathed.

　Then, just like the line-up executions during the Napoleonic Wars, after the shooting is over, close combat will follow!

　With a dull thud, Nguyen Gaomei's mace struck a ferocious black man's head, leaving him bleeding. He then shoved the seemingly massive man to the ground with a powerful thrust of his shield.

　Next, Nguyen Gaomei ignored the black man's shouts and pleas for mercy—with his half-baked English, he couldn't understand the man's slang and dialect at all—and continued swinging the mace at his head. He didn't stop until he broke the black man's nose, sending blood and minced meat flying everywhere.

　He stood up tiredly, looked around, and found that his colleagues had basically completed the clearing of the area, knocking down those Americans - both white and black - who "not only did not run away, but dared to attack us", and then dragged these half-dead guys to the side of the road and threw them up.

　"Bah! You are a bunch of fools! The American land has fed you too much!"

　The squad leader looked at the white and black men who had been beaten unconscious and handcuffed on the roadside, spat at them fiercely, and then pointed at Ruan Gaomei, "These idiots are yours! Find a deserted place to check them out. Be careful of the impact and don't let any reporters take pictures!"

　"Oh...oh? Oh!"

　Ruan Gaomei, who realized it later, was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes, and finally understood what the squad leader meant. He immediately became excited.

　Is it finally my turn today to be subject to that unspoken rule?

　Overjoyed, Ruan Gaomei seemed to have endless energy. He immediately dragged the five unconscious thugs into a dark alley and searched them thoroughly, earning his first illegal income since joining the terrorist squad.

　Three of the black men were very poor, and they only found less than $100 in change, which was not even as valuable as the watches on their wrists. The other two white men were a bit more valuable, and Nguyen Cao Mei found a full $400 from them, plus a large gold ring and a silver necklace.

　Finally, there were some medicine bottles and oil-paper bags wrapped in grass leaves. Nguyen Caomei couldn't understand the English labels on them, but she knew they must be valuable, but it would be difficult to sell them. So after a moment's hesitation, she stuffed them into her backpack.

　After the search was completed, Nguyen Cao Mei lit a cigarette that he had found on the prisoner, put it in his mouth and took a puff, his face full of joy and satisfaction.

　Although a portion of this gray income must be given to the superiors, the amount that ended up in Nguyen Cao Mei's hands must be at least $400, right?

　In Da Nang, Vietnam, even if Nguyen Cao Mei collected protection fees in the markets or checkpoints he could get his hands on for half a year, he would not be able to make so much money!

　Not to mention, that was just a trial run, there were more fat sheep, no, rebels, waiting for them to rob!

　Alas, America is such a great place, there is money everywhere!

　However, looking around at the devastated New York streets, the charred wreckage of vehicles, the garbage and debris on the streets, and the unfamiliar English signs, Nguyen Gaomei blew out a smoke ring and couldn't help feeling a little confused.

　How could I, a South Vietnamese soldier who was supposed to be kowtow to American advisers, end up coming to New York to beat up American citizens?

　——Unlike the Vietnamese refugees in the Terrorist Squad who have been in the United States for several years, and some Chinese immigrants who have even lived in the United States for several generations, Nguyen Cao Mei just came to the United States this year and is still confused about the environment he is in.

　He was originally a second lieutenant in the South Vietnamese army, stationed in Kon Tum in the Central Highlands Mountains, where he played hide-and-seek with the Viet Cong guerrillas in the vast forest every day.

　Later, the Saigon coup d'état led to the collapse of South Vietnam, leaving only General Zun Shiding in Da Nang, who barely managed to hold on to a corner of the country and established the Kingdom of Quang Nam.

　The former South Vietnamese garrison in the Central Highlands Mountains, under the instructions of US military advisers, voluntarily withdrew from the Central Highlands region, allowing the indigenous people in the mountains to establish an independent country and fight the Viet Cong themselves. The entire army then changed its flag and transformed itself into the "Guangnan Army."

　Well, let the Guangnan Army be the Guangnan Army. As long as someone pays them, it doesn’t matter if they are called the God’s Army!

　As a commoner, Nguyen Cao Mei was not particularly patriotic, so he obediently changed into a new military uniform and was selected to join the presidential guard in Da Nang. He stayed in this wealthy port city for several years, where his life was much more comfortable than in the mountains of the Central Highlands.

　Anyway, dangerous tasks like sweeping the countryside and wiping out the Viet Cong are handled by enthusiastic American soldiers. The locals just need to cheer in the back and act as an atmosphere group, maintain public order, and collect some bribes from the people. Then they can have a peaceful vacation!

　However, good days are always short-lived.

　The mighty US military suddenly began to evacuate in large numbers, saying they were going west to help the Thais fight, or further south to fight the Javanese natives.

　The terrifying Viet Cong quickly emerged from the mountains in the west and south, and rushed towards the small territory of Guangnan with great momentum.

　Nguyen Cao Mei and his colleagues, who had not touched a gun for several years, had to go into battle again and fought several battles with the Viet Cong guerrillas and the North Vietnamese regular army. Although the situation was still inconclusive - after all, there were still tens of thousands of US troops left, President Zun Shiding was still worried.

　But the attitude collapsed.

　After barely repelling the North Vietnamese Army's 1966 Dry Season Offensive, Zun Shiding, who had had enough of being a naked official (his whole family was in the United States), immediately resigned, stepped down at lightning speed, and immigrated to the United States. Before leaving, he even asked the presidential guard if anyone wanted to go to the United States with him.

　Zun Shiding originally thought that only a few people would follow him, perfect for serving as his servants and bodyguards in the United States. Unexpectedly, the entire presidential guard and other direct troops enthusiastically signed up, and in the end, there were over a thousand people going to the United States. Nguyen Cao Mei was also fooled by his colleagues and signed up.

　Obviously, he couldn't afford to support so many people after resigning and becoming a retired official. So, although he fulfilled his promise and used public funds to buy boat tickets for so many people to the United States before resigning, he simply dumped them in a refugee camp and left them to fend for themselves.

　But Zun Shiding did not expect that the United States, across the ocean, was also in the midst of a fierce battle, with street guerrilla warfare everywhere.

　Not long after arriving in the United States, he successfully found a job again and became a consultant for the terrorist squad.

　Furthermore, in order to prevent the National Guard from being reluctant to attack fellow citizens in their own states—and more importantly, to prevent the National Guard from getting out of control during a civil war—Secretary of Defense McNamara specifically ordered the Terrorist Squad to primarily recruit new immigrants from ethnic minorities so they could fight with ease.

　As the saying goes, when one man prospers, everyone around him prospers. Since Zun Shiding had joined the Terrorist Squad, he naturally wanted to recruit more of his own men to help. Colonel Estelline, the commander, was worried about not having enough time to train the new recruits. Upon hearing that Zun Shiding had a group of veterans with "extensive military experience" and "excellence in security and counter-guerrilla warfare," he immediately agreed to recruit them to fill in for a while.

　As a result, not only did President Sonmuro was re-employed in the Terrorist Mobile Unit, but his presidential guard was also re-employed in the Terrorist Mobile Unit.

　In this way, Nguyen Cao Mei stayed in the refugee camp for less than a month in a daze, and before he had learned a few words of English, he put on his military uniform and bulletproof vest again, took a helicopter for a hasty two weeks of training, and then began to travel across the United States, suppressing urban riots one after another.

　Most of the time, they only needed to parachute in with impressive panache, fire warning shots from helicopters, or send a few flares flying, and the thugs would scatter. Occasionally, if they encountered a brave fool, they would just kill a few of the leaders, and the rest would flee in panic.

　But sometimes, the terrorist squad will encounter some tough guys.

　For example, Nguyen Cao Mei, who made a small fortune by "touching corpses", had not rested for long when he received a new combat order:

　The rebels equipped with heavy firepower built barricades at the World Trade Center construction site and repelled the reconnaissance team. All troops immediately rushed to reinforce the battlefield!

　--In another historical timeline, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in New York, which would be collapsed by terrorists using passenger planes on September 11, 2001, had just begun construction at this time in 1966. They had not even laid the foundation. They had only requisitioned a piece of land and had just begun to demolish the old houses on it.

　However, because there were many construction vehicles and building materials on the construction site, as well as newly dismantled bricks, wood and rubble, a left-wing armed group called the "American Revolutionary Brigade" set up a base here and used local materials to build barricades with a wasteland-style apocalypse.

　When a twelve-man reconnaissance team of the Terrorist Mobile Squad approached the barricade, half of them were immediately knocked down by semi-automatic rifles and grenades. The militants in the fortifications seemed to have made a simple catapult out of car leaf springs to launch grenades.

　So, the terrorist squads scattered across New York, receiving the distress signal, converged on the area. From a distance, Nguyen Cao Mei spotted a bright red flag flying above the fortifications and was speechless. Why did he keep seeing this red flag in enemy territory? Even in the United States?

　Of course, although both sides were waving red flags, the rebel organizations on the American side obviously did not have the tactical skills that the Vietnamese had gained at the cost of countless lives.

　The terrorist squad unleashed over a dozen rockets at their barricades. Helicopters bombarded the barricades with rockets, and machine guns plowed the ground, reducing the crude barricades at the World Trade Center site to a sea of ​​fire. By the time the battle was over, the entire World Trade Center site had been razed to the ground, saving the construction company the trouble of demolishing the buildings. But it also meant they had to carefully comb through the rubble, searching for unexploded bombs...

　——For some reason, the RPG rocket launchers equipped by the Pentagon to the terrorist mobile team are generally of poor quality, with a lot of duds and misfires.

　Seeing that there seemed to be nothing for them to do ahead, Ruan Gaomei and others retreated to the door of a store on the corner of the street to rest. As a result, they happened to hear the sound of a right-wing conservative male anchor on the street radio, who was passionately arguing with an enthusiastic listener on the phone.