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“Someone has offered a reward of $500 million for a photo of Vance online.”

"Are the Democrats really that shameless?"

"They might really be in a hurry; they're hunting down Vance everywhere right now."

It's possible that Democrats are also tracking Vance's whereabouts everywhere, using big data to find out where he is. So instead of blocking the news, they are behind the scenes instigating global media panic, forcing Vance to expose himself quickly, or at the very least, to be unable to fly back to Washington on November 2.

Anyway, as long as they deny it afterward, they can just use the media to whitewash the situation.

After all, no one has any evidence to prove that the plane that crashed on its way to the United States was shot down by the Democratic Party.

Just like it's impossible to prove whether Kobe Bryant's plane crash was actually a setup.

……

Amidst this atmosphere of public panic, on Halloween night, October 30th, Vance, like a ghost that never appeared, caused all flights to the United States to be grounded.

So when exactly will he appear?

The Democrats also seem uncertain; they believe that if they can drag things out until Vance is unable to hold a normal election, they can still win.

Unexpectedly, when more than half of October 30th had passed and major American television stations were quietly discussing when Vance would go to the underworld, Vance appeared at Toronto Airport in Canada.

"I am back!"

The answer is clear: Vance flew on a reckless Russian airline, directly over the Arctic.

Of course, this was done with the assistance of Russia, which is why they were able to disappear without a trace and traverse the polar sky.

Then Vance, along with the pre-arranged Maga militia, led a large convoy to the US-Canada border, bypassed Michigan, and went to Indiana. But then, Vance immediately boarded a wealthy man's private jet and flew to Florida, denying the Democrats any opportunity for an assassination attempt.

The Democrats were absolutely furious.

They were already committed to anti-Russian sentiments, but Vance blatantly flew back on Russian airlines, escorted by Russian fighter jets, and even circled around them.

Therefore, even Li Xinghe knew that the National Guard was probably about to make a move and attempt to occupy Washington.

He hurriedly reminded his subordinates:

"The National Guard is going to..."

"Alright, get ready to fight."

This war couldn't be fought openly, but it couldn't be avoided either; everyone had to find a way to cover it up. So the day the war began was late at night on November 1st.

The Democrats want to forcibly take control of the White House and Washington, ostensibly to 'quell the unrest in advance and take control of the situation'.

The soldiers of G Brigade, however, were somewhat fearful, afraid of being wiped out by tens of thousands of National Guard troops.

"I have a way."

Li Xinghe brought all sorts of robots back for this very reason.

At the same time, he cannot fight too intensely and be noticed by too many people, lest he be accused of 'damaging the Washington environment'.

So soon after, the engineers of the robots and robot dogs were dumbfounded when they learned of Li Xinghe's requirements, saying that they had never seen such a crazy thing.

Soon, the Virginia National Guard appeared across the Arlington Bridge. They tentatively sent someone over to inform him that they were going to the White House to protect the President and safeguard the capital.

But Li Xinghe refused to let them cross the river.

After a stalemate lasting several tens of minutes, the opposing National Guard brigade signaled that it was ready to launch a full-scale attack.

However, they did not have heavy armor, so they could only charge in Humvees.

Gunshots rang out from the darkness, followed by a swarm of drones landing and bombarding the Virginia National Guard. As they activated their drone jamming guns and began a large-scale assault on the bridge, the sounds at the scene shifted again.

On the smoke-filled avenue, a powerful melody suddenly rang out:

"Young man! There's no need to feel down!"

National Guard soldiers lay prone on the ground, staring blankly at the distant cloud of smoke and dust. The commander roared into the radio:

"What the hell? Who's playing music like that...?"

The music continued:

“I said, young man…”

The National Guard soldiers continued their advance, and could vaguely see many dog-like creatures on the ground, carrying long guns and with mouths resembling modified grenade launchers.

Looking up again, I saw a large group of robots crouching in various corners, forming a crossfire network.

The XM250 machine gun mounted on the robot, long enough to rival the Type 38 rifle, was often criticized, but now, without the need for physical restraint, the machine ascended naturally. Infrared sensors detected a human, and bullets rained down, sweeping across the entire bridge like a storm.

The militiamen of the guard brigade screamed over the radio:

"My God...we encountered a T-800! I repeat, we encountered a T-800!"

In the darkness, even the sounds of gunfire couldn't drown out the deafeningly powerful singing that echoed along the banks of the Potomac River, from the Lincoln Memorial to the Jefferson Memorial:

"Y! M! C! A!"

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Author's note: Thank you for your support. Here's a 5500-word post. The idea came from a reader.

Chapter 628: I Also Occupy Washington (Chapter 4700)

"Y! M! C! A!"

In the dead of night in Washington, D.C., as the deafening, frenzied songs emanating from various robots filled the air, the enhanced versions of those robots that danced on the Spring Festival Gala carried ammunition pouches, each holding a machine gun, and fired around the side of the bridge with mechanical steps that would only trigger the uncanny valley effect in normal people.

The combat effectiveness of the U.S. National Guard varies greatly. Some units rotate overseas and are comparable to regular troops, while others are more of a "go-with-the-flow" unit, with a level of competence similar to the police. The Virginia National Guard, for example, is a militia force that is very much like a police force and often acts as a police unit.

Therefore, their Humvee charge immediately faltered after being mowed down by the robots, and the soldiers hid behind their shields, lying on the ground, at a loss.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of robotic dogs emerged from the darkness, their machine guns on their backs and grenade launchers in their mouths firing simultaneously, easily sweeping the Humvees and soldiers into the river and disappearing without a trace.

The radio signal exploded; everyone was yelling:

"There's a dog! A dog is shooting at me!"

"Dogs, so many dogs!"

Radio discipline in the U.S. military has always been very poor. When it was time for the commander to begin issuing emergency orders, the soldiers would shout louder and louder, leaving the commander speechless.

In the U.S. military, dogs have many nicknames, sometimes representing loyalty, sometimes the law of the jungle, and sometimes friendship. So everyone on the channel was taken aback and didn't know what the sentence meant.

What do you mean by "there's a dog, and the dog is shooting at me"?

Did you get fucked by a dog?

It wasn't a full moon, so the Virginia militia couldn't see what was happening in the distance. Their night vision goggles had long been sold off, leaving them practically blind.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

After losing dozens of men, the American troops had no choice but to retreat and flee, running away to the climax of Ymca's music, giving Li Xinghe a strange illusion of victory.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire and deafening music, Washington residents, already burdened by the constant background noise of sirens and the added brainwashing loop of Ymca, were subjected to an endless barrage of gunfire.

The simple probing fire quickly turned into a rout as the Virginia militia was surrounded and routed by a formidable array of robots, robot dogs, and drones. After all, the closest route from Virginia to the White House was this narrow bridge, forcing the Virginia militia to retreat to the other side and move northwest, cutting off contact with the Pentagon to prevent them from being taken away.

After the retreat, the Virginia National Guard was still in a daze.

They couldn't see any enemies, not a single living person. In the darkness, there were only endless T-800s and robot dogs, as well as drones flying silently in the sky, encircling and annihilating them from three sides.

"Could he be Chinese...?"

Many militiamen had already guessed the outcome.

Because robots, robot dogs, and drones are some of the characteristics of the Chinese military.

On the other side, the officers sitting in the Lincoln Memorial, directing the counterattack, were also stunned.

This counterattack involved no living people; it was merely a few officers directing a group of Chinese programmers. The programmers input pre-defined commands and then, at opportune moments, suppressed the American forces. The programmers couldn't see the enemy in front of them; the robots fired relentlessly, without any emotion or judgment.

Judging from the results, although the unmanned combat mode cannot yet be fully deployed, the Chinese forces seem to be completely different on local battlefields, fighting a high-dimensional war on a different level from the US military. The officers of the G Brigade were very upset, as if their ideal world had collapsed.

"Are there still enemies?" Ayman asked from upstairs.

Li Xinghe scratched his head and concluded:

"This is just a test."

Clearly, tomorrow is the official voting day for the election. After a day of vote counting, if the Democrats win, Li Xinghe will have to make preparations immediately. If the Republicans win, he will also have to guard against a surprise attack. The next few days will be the real battleground.

However, it is clear that a dynamic reconnaissance and Maga robot gunfight show performance is not enough to satisfy the gamblers.

Jill counted the global plane crash index, her heart breaking:

"It's over, only four were lost! We had so many people who put down contracts for five planes worth forty or fifty thousand dollars each."

"Ask the new generation woman, how did she dare to invest $2?"

Everyone sent messages to the new generation of women.

The new generation woman replied:

"I am indeed from the business school, but I am also a sports specialist. I just randomly calculated it using AI models."

Jill was furious:

"Then you still dared to invest $2!"

However, the new generation of women, Hye-na, has many reasons:

"That money was Xinghe's unclaimed allowance, money from the CIA."

At this moment, it seemed as if they suddenly remembered, "Oh right, she was a sports student in the business school. After graduation, she participated in a Ponzi scheme and served several years in prison, and is currently on probation. She was Li Xinghe's financial secretary; isn't it normal for her to use the allowances Li Xinghe left in the accounts for her own purposes?"

As '

Many US soldiers, including the new generation of women, bought contracts for five crashed planes, showing that while they were paying attention to the battlefield, they were even more focused on their mobile phones.

Just as the new generation of women, Huina, inadvertently stirred up a gambling market worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, the fifth plane crashed as expected.

Not far away, on the south bank of the Potomac River, at Ronald Reagan Airport, a plane that had just arrived in Washington from Paris suddenly collided with a military helicopter that was monitoring the battlefield from the air. Both planes crashed.

It appears that the firefight on the Arlington Bridge caused the helicopter to delay its flight without notifying air traffic control, thus occupying someone else's airspace.

This isn't surprising; after Trump abolished the Air Traffic Control Authority, aircraft accidents in the United States have been steadily rising. However, when it comes to military aircraft and ships, the responsibility often lies more with them. It's well known that US military aircraft and ships have long been domineering in the seas and skies, often barging in without warning, betting that you won't dare provoke them. This led to the 1995 incident where the USS Lincoln carrier strike group and Canadian lighthouse personnel exchanged the famous exchange: "I am the Lincoln, please turn around," and "I am the lighthouse, now it's your turn to answer."

As the American plane crashed, the people inside the Lincoln Memorial were asking:

"Does the helicopter count in the gambling contract?"

Some people checked and concluded that helicopter and airplane are not the same word:

"I guess...it probably doesn't count, right?"

Jill and the others were very happy:

"That's five! As expected, AI and robots are the future of the world! Flesh and blood are weak, while machinery soars! Sisters, you've made a fortune!"

That statement is true, but for these female gamblers to say it, Li Xinghe was speechless.

A group of gambling addicts cheered for their gambling victory today. Although their contract earnings were actually far less than a penny earned by following Li Xinghe around, the hormone stimulation from gambling was more exhilarating than that from the battlefield.

Americans betting on plane crashes is a hellish joke, but it's precisely because it's hellish that it's so realistic.

If even Trump's plastic surgery issue has a gambling contract, what else can't be gambled on?

As dawn approached, Li Xinghe pulled Lin Mulan aside:

"On November 2nd, if Vance wins, you tell the Democrats this... that a CIA insider leaked information that during the Tokyo Four Rounds talks, Vance compromised with China, and the Chinese sent troops to protect Vance back to Washington, and will persist until Vance wins the election."

This was both to pave the way for Vance's legitimate inauguration and to consolidate the strength of the Republican Party.

Enora asked in confusion:

"What if Vance loses the election?"

Li Xinghe tapped her little head:

"What are you doing, Mulan? If Vance really loses the election, then we will truly be the Chinese army, and we will immediately storm Washington and put Vance in the White House!"

What was the point of wasting so much investment and spending half a year repeatedly causing trouble in Okinawa?

Isn't this all for this moment, so that we can continue to act recklessly and lawlessly in East Asia for the next four years?

Even if the Democratic Party's invisible hand works, Li Xinghe will cut off their hand.

Mafia?

Go home and train for a few more years, then take back control of the Democratic National Campaign Committee.