Paine's game

"This is the reason why you asked me to come to Atlanta, to be an assassin for you? You know you still owe me payment."

Paine pretended to be dissatisfied and said that he would not be stupid enough to tell Scarlett that he would join this plan even if she did not ask her, because his mission was to sneak into Atlanta and assist the southern resistance forces to retake the city of Atlanta.

"This is a matter of mutual benefit, Mr. Ronald." Scarlett Scarlet crossed her arms on her chest, "As for the reward, Petey has plenty here."

"Can he be trusted?" Pitty interjected. Scarlett Hao, who had always had a higher level of ambition, would sometimes ask for help, which made her look strange.

"There is absolutely no problem with his strength." Scarlett Hao said.

"But I've never been an assassin."

Paine Road.

"It's easy for me to capture or assassinate a helpless war reporter, but I can't guarantee that I won't alert others. After all, he is a living person with a distinguished status. Who knows how many people around him are secretly protecting him?

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"So we have to figure out all the keys to the operation - this is the floor plan of the city of Atlanta."

Petey pulled out a parchment map from the cabinet and spread it out on the table. It was a complete floor plan of Atlanta. Not only was this map clearly depicted with accurate scale, but it even indicated the soldiers' deployment status and shift change times.<

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A complete floor plan of a city is still not something ordinary people can obtain in this era, not to mention the detailed military patrol deployment and supplementary defense plan.

"You are very well prepared."

"Of course, and I can also tell you something. That war reporter is a young man with a bad temper, so the Yankees won't be too concerned about him. You can do it with confidence."

"Just kill an ordinary reporter, can't you do it yourself?"

"Of course you can, but you have to do something to prove your joining."

"What about my reward?"

"You will definitely be satisfied."

Scarlett Hao motioned to Petey to open another cabinet, and with just one glance, Paine made up his mind at the contents inside.

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The city of Atlanta is currently under martial law.

The so-called military control is a special form of control and management implemented during special periods such as wars, riots and severe natural disasters - that is, the armed forces take over the power of the civilian government and replace administrative officials and police to perform management functions.

A rather simple and crude but quite effective mandatory management method.

Although the inconveniences brought by military control often arouse public resentment, it can always allow the armed forces to take control of the city in a very short period of time and effectively restore social order, making it difficult for some people with ulterior motives to take advantage of it.

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Therefore, it is undoubtedly very difficult to set off a riot that spreads throughout the city in a city under military control. The armed forces, especially the established regular army, have strong organizational capabilities, which can ensure that they can handle the situation as the situation expands.

Eliminate any possibility of escalating the situation before - unless they are facing an opponent whose absolute strength is superior to them. For those adventurists in the city who have ulterior motives and are trying to use small things to make big things happen, military control is a tool.

The sharp sword hanging over their heads felt like a lump in their throats.

Of course, all of the above are just based on the general situation. Once the setting of extraordinary power is introduced... everything will be completely different.

Paine walked on the street ignoring the strange looks from the people around him. He passed through a group of fervent black people who were shouting for freedom and liberation, then walked through a short street and walked towards the station. There were ambulances and clouds of dust and mist.

Together, doctors and stretcher bearers were busy carrying wounded soldiers.

"We will provide you with opportunities."

Before setting off, Petey said to him, "Don't worry, there will be a big scene for that reporter to appear."

Paine now finally understands what the so-called "big scene" means.

Hundreds of wounded, shoulder to shoulder, head to toe, row after row, lay in the scorching sun, along the railways and sidewalks, under the awnings of large cars, stretching endlessly. Some quietly

Lying stiffly, there were also many crouching in the sun and groaning. There were swarms of flies flying above their heads, crawling on their faces, and buzzing. There was blood, dirty bandages, and lamentations everywhere.

and the screams of pained curses uttered by the stretcher bearers as they moved.

The stench of blood, sweat, unwashed bodies and feces rose in the heat of the human mist, and Paine could not help but gag. The hospital staff in the ambulance hurried among the lying wounded.

Running around, he often stepped on the wounded who were arranged too closely. Those who were stepped on could only roll their eyes and look around, waiting for someone to carry them.

Paine shrugged his shoulders and cheered up. He held his breath and walked towards this busy and miserable scene very naturally. At the same time, he opened his eyes wide to identify his target among the people walking around. Such a big scene,

The war reporter would never let him go. But Paine couldn't walk very fast, because he would accidentally step on a poor wounded soldier. He could only move step by step among these people, towards a group of people who were walking.

The person directing the stretcher bearers walked away.

"Damn, we were ambushed! Those filthy Southern scum!" A wounded soldier grabbed Paine's thigh, "I'm Captain Tom! I need a doctor! I can't die here!"