Yes, Prime Minister of Japan

Meanwhile, everyone who realized that the Los Angeles Olympics, as the first battleground of the 2028 election year, would inevitably be the beginning of a bloody conflict, flocked to Los Angeles from Washington to Texas, from Colorado to Mississippi. Ambitious individuals, assassins, and ruthless politicians from all over America were converging on Los Angeles.

In the Director of Intelligence's office, Tulsi revealed the crisis to his subordinates:

"We have received information that at least 30 radical far-left groups have announced their intention to assassinate Trump, just like Luigi did."

It sounds like some otherworldly assassin guild is waging a global team war.

This is why the White House and the California government have completely let themselves go.

They erected a massive 150-kilometer-long, 3-meter-high wall along a 70-kilometer stretch of road throughout downtown Los Angeles, from the international airport to Memorial Stadium, and from downtown main streets to Sophie Stadium, completely separating the entire street from the surrounding slums and dilapidated apartments, making it the most severe segregation event in American history.

Why is it considered the most serious?

In recent years, from Trump's second inauguration to various elections, installing massive walls to separate streets and communities has become standard practice to ensure the safety of events. The excessive chaos in downtown Los Angeles, with its predominantly Black communities of various ethnicities including Black, Latino, Russian, Armenian, and Ukrainian, is a black hole that the Los Angeles government hates but is powerless to control.

Then we can just temporarily separate them.

To Black and Latino activists, this was nothing short of a 'second segregation,' with ever-growing and higher temporary walls acting like a timed prison, effectively locking up an impoverished community.

The most awkward thing is that because the walls are set up so wildly and densely, residents of downtown Los Angeles are not free to go to supermarkets or take the subway to work. Instead, they can only watch from inside the walls as tourists from all over the world walk cautiously through the streets under the protection of fully armed military police and special agents, and look helplessly at the shops blocked by the walls.

Because of the wall, residents are finding it difficult to get to work, roadside shops are unable to serve customers, and tourists are unable to spend money, forcing them to leave hungry. It is well known that the savings of America's poor cannot last a week, let alone two weeks of a deadly lockdown.

People in the slums sighed:

"With 150 kilometers of segregation walls, 150 kilometers of mazes, and 150 kilometers of prisons, we feel as if we have become God's forsaken children."

They had no food reserves, and their phones were controlled by algorithms, preventing them from quickly contacting the outside world. They could only rush to buy things from the community supermarket.

Soaring prices, deadly lockdowns, corrupt police smuggling $50 fried chicken—all sorts of black market transactions born from the rigid, distorted, and insane lockdown system are spreading. You asked if the US would deliberately cause institutional starvation for the Olympics? The answer is they don't care; they don't have time for that now. It's just a two-week lockdown, right? Not many people will die.

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Starving to death is a small matter; the Olympics are a big deal.

The inflammatory algorithms on mobile phones and the death-inducing executive orders have begun a double spiral.

People who are desperate and poor are going crazy.

On the 13th, Koizumi finally arrived in Los Angeles after much delay. He checked into his hotel and kept calling Li Xinghe to ensure his safety.

The opening ceremony began on the 14th.

This year's Olympic opening ceremony was held simultaneously at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum and Sophie Stadium.

First, at the Memorial Stadium, the venue will receive a buff that will enable the Olympics to start three times. Then, the torch will be carried to the Sofitel Stadium, representing the passing of the torch from the old to the new.

This section of the road not only traversed the downtown area surrounded by slums, but also, in order to represent the Olympic spirit, everyone ran together to get there.

At Memorial Stadium, for the first time ever, half of the venue was surrounded by double-layered special bulletproof glass, and various celebrities performed singing and dancing for the audience outside through the glass. Unfortunately, due to Trump's poor taste, this year's lineup of stars can only be described as tacky.

Many prominent Democratic figures were absent, prompting Trump's White House team to temporarily revise their attendance plans, arriving and leaving 10 minutes early.

Then came the tedious announcements, commentary, and farewells.

Li Xinghe and his guards patrolled the area, driving away any potential criminals and ensuring their escape route.

"Valeria, block the gate and don't let anyone close it."

Less than 10 minutes later, the elderly Trump left.

Just then, Li Xinghe clearly felt a bullet fly past him, piercing the self-exploding glass that was supposed to withstand suicide drones.

"Killer!"

The scene was chaotic. Secret Service agents quickly sealed off the area, and military and police officers worked together to surround and capture the assassin in the press section, shooting him on the spot.

Li Xinghe, still shaken, and Maliki's team surrounded the person in charge at the scene:

"Wait, how the hell did they break through these windows?"

The guy was about to argue when Tulsi came over.

Li Xinghe grabbed him by the neck:

“Listen to me, look at my lips, I want to know, where the hell did these bulletproof glass come from?”

At this moment, Maria, who had security experience, checked the glass's markings:

"Wasco? Isn't that the American brand that makes safety glass?"

Li Xinghe was speechless; he had absolutely no liking for this guy.

"You mean the White House paid $15 per square meter for custom-made riot control glass, but it's the same kind of glass that housewives buy for $70 at a supermarket?"

The other party's explanation, however, seemed weak and unconvincing.

"It's not that bad. Besides, there's no time to prepare; shipping and installation are impossible. This board just has slightly lower blast resistance, it's not..."

Li Xinghe took Valeria's rifle and shot her dead on the spot.

"Go to hell, you idiot."

Blood splattered, brains splattered—this person in charge who helped Commissioners Smith embezzle funds probably never imagined he would die like this.

Tulsi Gabbard watched in disbelief as Li Xinghe executed the White House on-site security chief.

"what are you doing?"

Li Xinghe put away his gun:

"Who cares who's watching? I don't care who it is."

Anyway, the military and police were arresting people in the press box, while the media broadcasting team had already gone outside.

Moreover, Li Xinghe was accompanied by a company of soldiers, making them the strongest and most well-equipped small group unexpectedly present at the scene.

Li Xinghe had a bad feeling; he thought the problem with the explosion-proof glass might just be the first step in a series of bad news.

Fortunately, the shooting commotion here only lasted for about ten minutes. Since the broadcasting stations had already moved outside, the situation inside was under control by the White House and was not reported.

Next up is the run to Sofitel Sports.

Just then, as the marathon was about to begin, running from the Memorial Stadium to the Sofitel Stadium and completing the torch relay, the Olympic broadcasting team, who had run several miles, suddenly discovered that the surrounding slum buildings had begun to burn fiercely.

"Fire! They set it on fire!"

The road was filled with wails.

On the rooftops of the surrounding streets, the poor cheered and shouted amidst the billowing flames:

"This is our most desperate struggle! Damn government, we'll fight you to the death!"

"Since we're already going to starve to death anyway, let's die together!"

More and more poor people, like zombies besieging a city, frantically pushed against the sturdy wall behind it, shouting insults at Trump. Fueled by incitement, hunger, hatred, and racial segregation, the slums, instigated by some ambitious individuals, decided to set themselves on fire, tear down the wall, and confront the White House.

On the broadcast cameras, people all over the world saw these isolated, pitiful, impoverished people driven to madness, as if they were witnessing a real-life version of Resident Evil.

Three-meter-high walls separated the slum community from the glamorous Olympic Avenue, but the problem was that, in order to keep the poor and bullets away, these walls were arranged like the Great Wall, so strong and indestructible that even bullets could not pass through them.

So here's the question: surrounded by these 3-meter-high walls, and filmed by official media from numerous countries, how did the leaders of these nations manage to escape?

Staying here will only turn you into a Peking duck.

Or a roadside NPC who gets bitten to death in a zombie apocalypse.

There wasn't a single car at the scene, only a large group of runners and video broadcasters.

The Secret Service didn't care about this or that. They dragged 82-year-old Trump away, and Vance, Tulsi, and others took off running. Protecting the president, the entire cabinet, and the many presidential candidates was the Secret Service's top priority.

To this end, they even pulled off the high heels of the Trump family women accompanying them:

"Lady, throw away your high heels! This is not the time for elegance!"

"But that's an ad for the Trump brand..."

The screams of women were incessant; Ivanka and others had been abandoned on the roadside and no one cared.

Japanese government security personnel hurriedly grabbed Koizumi:

"Run!"

Koizumi ran off in a daze, but how could he run fast in leather boots? He had no choice but to throw off his boots and, wearing only cotton socks, chase after Li Xinghe in a disheveled manner through the streets.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

"Run, keep running forward."

Li Xinghe was also running, leading 200 men, carrying rifles and dozens of kilograms of equipment, rushing forward step by step. He was supporting Valeria, while the Maleki squad kept counting heads behind them.

Fortunately, Ping Yingmei, Tai Feng, and Ba Mo Nu, along with all the other East Asian Olympic teams, left the field early, otherwise Li Xinghe would have been heartbroken.

The scene was chaotic. Italian Prime Minister Meloni tried to stay with Trump's entourage but was left behind by Trump's Secret Service; the presidents of El Salvador and Honduras tried to demonstrate their Latino skills by scaling walls and smuggling themselves across borders, but were thrown off because they were too heavy and no one cared about them, so they were simply abandoned halfway; a group of presidents and prime ministers from small African countries, on the other hand, displayed the athletic talent of black people, taking the lead in a sprint and even surpassing professional marathon runners.

But because they were all of the same skin color, the NBC broadcasters couldn't distinguish who the athletes were or who the Black president was, and could only refer to them collectively as: "Black people! Black people are running at top speed amidst arson in Black communities!"

The white commentator next to him quickly stopped him, trying to salvage the situation by saying, "If you don't run fast enough, you might die."

Meanwhile, Black commentators skillfully launched populist attacks:

"Will I get shot in the back by a police officer?"

The television station instantly erupted into a battle between black and white, as the United States, torn apart once again by racial segregation, starkly displayed its divisions on camera.

This was perhaps the most ridiculous broadcast of the Olympics.

The President of the United States, the ruler of many nations, was so terrified by the arson of a poor community in Los Angeles that he had to flee in panic.

They ran a marathon in front of the cameras to save themselves. But what trapped them was a 3-meter-high, 150-kilometer-long city wall erected by the White House itself.

They've clearly spun their own cocoon.

Thanks to the skilled broadcasters, Trump's obese, sluggish, and slow-thinking expressions and movements were clearly visible to people all over the world. The infighting within the Trump family and their blind, frantic pursuit of profit for their brand were also fully documented.

Not just Americans, but everyone at that moment fully and without hesitation realized that the old man was no longer able to live.

He is 82 years old; he is too old to lead the world.

Those who aligned themselves with Trump and sought greater political advancement, such as Weidel of Germany, Le Pen of France, Farage of Britain, and Duda of Poland, quietly switched tracks and followed behind Li Xinghe's team of 200 followers, who were making small but rapid progress. Now was the time to save their own lives.

At this moment, Tulsi also ran out from the White House ranks and asked the Secret Service:

How long does it take to get to the nearest exit from here?

But the head of the Secret Service gave a fatal answer:

"I don't know, it could be a few kilometers, or it could be tens of kilometers... We only have a map of Los Angeles, but not a map of the exits of the 150-kilometer wall that the White House temporarily set up... Although protecting the president is our duty, the White House itself did the job of setting up the 150-kilometer wall."

Everyone was bursting with anger.

Who set up this city wall? It's so hard to walk through.

Are you trying to run a marathon here?!

But there's no way around it; you have to run like crazy in this marathon, with cameras rolling all over the world!

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Author's note: Thank you all for your support. This chapter is very long, with 6200 words.

Chapter 558: The Marathon of Desperation, This is America! (5000 words)

"Protect us! We need protection!"

“We are at Memorial Stadium in Los Angeles, at the intersection of Martin Luther King Jr. Avenue and the 110 Freeway. We need backup!”

The Los Angeles Police Chief, the California National Guard Deputy Commander, and others ran while throwing off their general's stars and badges, frantically shouting into the communications channel for backup.

In their view, this was absolutely insane.

The fire spread and burned on both sides. Behind the separation wall, an endless stream of angry, zombie-like people roared and cursed. Inside the separation wall, presidents and prime ministers from various countries were futilely running a deadly marathon, broadcast live by agile photographers.

Trump's family members displayed a reckless disregard for life, yet still chose to prioritize life over money, awkwardly running barefoot alongside Trump in the streets. Since only broadcasters were provided, not a broadcast van, the sight of over twenty world leaders running together in the sunset was enough to make history.

Leaving Memorial Stadium, after sprinting west for 2 kilometers along Martin Luther King Jr. Avenue to the corner, Trump's team finally came to their senses and began questioning:

"Where's the helicopter? Send the helicopter down to rescue them!"

The helicopter was indeed overhead, broadcasting the situation below in real time. But their response was:

"Sorry, the helicopter cannot land because of the barriers on both sides!"

This answer was logical and well-founded, leaving everyone speechless.

What's the next step?