"Is this 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, 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."
"Is he trustworthy?" Pitty interjected. Scarlett Hao, who always had a high level of ambition, sometimes asked 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 said.
"It would be easy for me to capture or assassinate a helpless war reporter, but I have no guarantee of not alerting others. After all, he is a living person with a distinguished status. Who knows how many people around him are secretly protecting him? .”
"So we have to figure out all the keys to the operation - this is the floor plan of the city of Atlanta."
Petey took out a parchment map from the cabinet and spread it on the table. It was a complete floor plan of Atlanta. This map not only has a clear and accurate depiction of the scale, but also indicates the soldiers' deployment status and shift change times.
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 plans.
"You are very well prepared."
"Of course, and I can also tell you something. The war reporter is a young man with a bad temper, so the Yankees won't be too concerned about him, so you can rest assured."
"It's just a matter of killing an ordinary reporter. Can't you do it yourself?"
"Of course you can, but you have to do something to prove joining."
"What about my reward?"
"It will definitely satisfy you."
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 people with ulterior motives to take advantage of the situation.
Therefore, it is undoubtedly very difficult to cause a riot that spreads throughout the city in a city under martial law. The armed forces, especially the established regular army, have strong organizational capabilities, which can ensure that they eliminate any possibility of escalating the situation before it escalates - unless they are facing an opponent whose absolute strength surpasses them. . For those adventurists in the city who have ulterior motives and are trying to make a big deal out of small things, martial law is like a sharp sword hanging over their heads, making them feel like they are stuck in their throats.
Of course, all of the above are based on general conditions. 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 black people who were shouting for freedom and liberation, walked through a short street, and walked towards the station. The ambulances there were crowded together with clouds of dust, and doctors and stretcher-bearers were busy carrying wounded soldiers.
"We'll give you a chance."
Before setting off, Petey said to him, "Don't worry, there will be a big scene for that reporter to appear."
Paine now finally understood what the so-called "big scene" meant.
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 were lying stiffly and quietly, while many were 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, lamentations and screams of agony as the stretcher-bearers moved.
The stench of blood, sweat, unwashed bodies and feces rose up in the waves of human heat, and Paine could not help but gag. The hospital staff in the ambulance rushed back and forth among the lying wounded, often stepping on the wounded who were arranged too closely. Those who were stepped on could only roll their eyes dullly, waiting for someone to come. to move 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 those walking around. The war reporter would never let go of such a big scene. 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 and walked towards a group of people who were directing the stretcher bearers.
"Damn it, 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!"
