9: An uprising without bloodshed cannot succeed!

Horton was an ordinary soldier at the Darwin U.S. Military Air Base.

His enlistment period had ended, and he planned to retire and return home, not continuing his service.

Everything had been fine.

Unexpectedly, some brain-dead idiot, driven by lust, committed an act of aggression against an Indigenous girl, who was only 16, after leaving a bar.

This caused a huge uproar, and the base at one point required U.S. Military officers and soldiers not to leave without legitimate business.

Just as the protests organized by the Indigenous people finally ended, another incident emerged where Anthony shot and killed an Indigenous leader. Fearing suspicion, the base quickly declared its innocence and once again sealed off the base.

It could be said that Horton and other ordinary soldiers were implicated by a series of idiots, and they were once very anxious.

However, the police eventually caught the perpetrator, confirming that it had no connection to the base. Under repeated petitions from the soldiers, the base finally agreed to suspend its lockdown policy, but only allowed staggered leaves for outings.

Horton was fortunate to be one of the first allowed to leave. He still remembered the envious glances of his comrades from the same unit when his superior announced the list.

Now, Horton had left the base and was contemplating where to enjoy himself.

Just as he thought of a place and was about to go, someone patted him on the shoulder.

He turned around, and before he could see clearly, a stream of white spray shot directly at his face.

The spray was irritating, so tears immediately welled up in his eyes, and he coughed incessantly.

Then, he felt his body being restrained on both sides by someone. He tried to struggle, but the other party was very strong. The next moment, he was dragged into a minivan with a sliding door. Afterward, a wet handkerchief was pressed over his nose, and he finally passed out.

He didn't know how much time had passed. When Horton regained consciousness, he found himself in what seemed to be a dimly lit basement. His hands and feet were tied, and only his head could move.

Strangely, his outer jacket was gone.

Then he noticed several other people lying haphazardly not far away, also without their outer jackets.

He felt these people looked somewhat familiar.

Then he remembered.

Weren't these the soldiers from other units who had left the base gate with him?

Why were they all captured, and who captured them?

A chilling sense of terror shot through Horton's spine, like a venomous centipede burrowing under his skin.

He wanted to shout.

But his mouth was taped shut.

Horton suddenly had a very bad premonition.

A conspiracy targeting his U.S. military base was unfolding…

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Tula Suo was the deputy leader of the Indigenous Party in Darwin City.

He was currently organizing core members for a meeting.

The purpose of the meeting was to elect a new party leader.

The previous party leader was the deceased Moe Water.

Soon, many members at the meeting proposed:

“Tula, you are the only choice for the new party leader; there’s nothing to consider.”

“Moe has passed away. We don't have time for internal strife. Someone must lead our party quickly to continue the mayoral election.”

“Yes, we must win this election—”

Tula Suo appeared a bit embarrassed on the surface. The former party leader had just died, and he was taking over, which seemed a bit ungrateful.

But inwardly, he was delighted.

After all, who wouldn't want to be in power?

So, Tula Suo finally wore an expression of taking responsibility, stating, “Alright, I agree to take over as party leader. The Indigenous Party will update its election application with City Hall and put forward a new mayoral candidate—”

Just then, chaos erupted outside.

There was a sound similar to firecrackers.

As everyone wondered, the door was pushed open.

A security guard stumbled in, wounded and bleeding from his mouth. As he struggled to say something, he was kicked down with great force from behind. Then, several people strode into the Indigenous Party's meeting room.

Tula Suo's expression changed.

This was their party's registered location, their headquarters, a private venue with security guards outside. Who dared to break in and commit violence?

Then his anger and questioning were quickly replaced by panic.

Because the people who had broken in were clearly holding firearms.

“Get down—”

Before he could shout these two words, the muzzles of their guns were raised, sweeping across the entire meeting room.

Gunfire flashed, and many who couldn't react in time fell to the ground.

Tula Suo, being in the innermost part of the room, felt a sharp pain in his arm and managed to hide under a table.

This round of shooting passed quickly; the attackers did not fire again. They left after firing their guns.

But before leaving, one of the perpetrators loudly said:

“Your party has three days to announce its dissolution.”

“Otherwise, this will happen a second time.”

Tula Suo’s mind was dazed at the time.

So he didn't fully absorb those words.

He just struggled to get up after the assailants left, clutching his painful, bleeding arm, and looking at the wreckage in the meeting room.

He felt numb.

His mind felt like a black-and-white movie was playing.

What's going on?

Why did these things happen?

What did we do wrong?!

Until, his memory played back automatically, and he finally remembered the last words the assailants left behind.

And he remembered that the assailants seemed to be wearing the kind of camouflage uniform he had seen before.

Then, he became enraged.

An endless fury instantly threatened to incinerate everything.

It was them!

Those invaders!!!